April 20, 2015
I have to start with recording a memory I don’t want to forget. Fern and I were investigating a scene (like usual); I was masterfully “detecting” (like usual), but then the other side of my partner appeared. The softer lady side. Apparently my focused professionalism got Princess all hot & bothered? (Good to know. Good. To. Know.) Now I realize what was swirling in that pretty head of hers in the early days of our working together. See, I knew she couldn’t resist my charms! (But man, was my patience tested.)
I adore how deep my woman is. While my cheeky sense of humor might have only served as “bait”, a woman like Kensi requires so much more to allow herself to get hooked and reeled in. Some days I still can’t believe this is reality. I can’t wait to keep discovering the complex layers hidden within my Ladybird Blye.
Anyway, as inappropriate as our interaction was (albeit not too far beyond the typical “us”), I won’t deny how much I enjoyed it, having Kensi initiate and openly demonstrate her feelings for me. (See, we’re practicing our communication skills!) But then “Motormouth Marty” came in like a wrecking ball. (Did I just quote a Miley Cyrus song?! Do not tell Kensi about this!) Severed pinky? What the, what was I thinking? And therein lies a problem: the woman short-circuits my brain. It’s a testament to her power over me that she can so effortlessly and immediately (yet knowingly) turn a trained lawyer into a babbling baboon. Yet I’m not worried. Sometimes fixing issues like this can be even more fun than if I hadn’t messed up in the first place. Oh, well played Self!
But then I was reminded of the black cloud (a.k.a. the IA investigation) hovering over my/our every move. I know it’s risky for us to remain partnered in the field, but a sudden separation would look even more suspicious. And I knew eventually Kensi would ask me directly about the situation. (She’s not nearly as patient as I am, like I was about her dad and Jack. But then I’m the one who inquired about Detective Rivera, so clearly I’m not keeping this as concealed as I intended.) I’m stuck. I won’t lie to Kensi, but I can’t tell her either. How are you going to get yourself out of this one Deeks?