AN: I came up with this idea while sitting here daydreaming about Deeks in a suit. I've been keen to write about lawyer Deeks for a while now (basically since I found out he used to be a lawyer) and then the idea for a multichapter AU was spawned. This is my first Densi multichap and probably my first major AU. This is set roughly some time before season one. Since it's AU, I'll be changing some things around (other than the obvious things like Jack, the marriage and Deeks not joining LAPD) like Nell will probably be there and Monty is definitely going to be around.

Edit: now that we have a last name, I've gone through and changed 'Pierce' to 'Simon'. I think I've got them all, but if you see any 'Pierces' I've missed please let me know.

I would love to hear what you guys think about this. I've already written the next couple of chapters, and if there's a good response and you want to read more, I'll post them soon.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA or any of the characters.

And for those of you who have skipped the AN and the summary, here's the essential stuff you need to know:

- Jack never left Kensi

- Kensi and Jack got married

- Deeks never joined the LAPD and stayed working as a lawyer

- There will be Densi

Legal Love

Chapter One

Kensi Simon, formerly known as Kensi Blye, sat at the dining table gently playing with the wedding band she wore on her finger. It had been there for many years now. There was a time when Kensi would have said it had become a part of her, but now she wasn't so sure. Her only company for the evening was the half empty glass of red wine that sat beside her and the bottle that sat only a few inches away. Her husband was noticeably absent.

The rhythmic ticking of the clock was the only thing to break the silence in the otherwise empty house. It was getting late. Kensi was beginning to worry. She was considering calling the police, but it was probably too soon to be that worried. It wasn't like this was an isolated incident either. Jack would often take off without telling her where he was going and not return for days, leaving his worried wife at home alone. Two weeks was his record. By that time Kensi really had called the police – she was reluctant to call NCIS as she didn't want her colleagues to know just how bad things were at home. The police weren't able to do much though. Jack was a highly skilled marine and knew how to stay off the radar.

Jack had only been gone for a day and a half, but that was more than enough time for Kensi to worry. There was always that voice in the back of her head that told her one day he might not come home. It was always the same though. He would come home, with no explanation of where he had been, and promise that it would ever happen again. Yet it did. He would always leave again. If she pushed him to tell her where he was, he would snap, telling her it was none of her business and that he just needed some time out.

He would often try to make things up to her. A passionate kiss, a bunch of flowers – Kensi always wondered how he hadn't picked up her dislike of receiving flowers – a piece of jewellery, a simple 'I love you'. There were times when he showed her just how much he loved her. But Kensi couldn't help the part of her that believed him less and less every time he said it. There were also the times he left her, and Kensi could only imagine which one of his emotions towards her that conveyed.

Kensi heard the door unlocking followed by the sound of Jack's unmistakeable footsteps. She waited patiently as he hung up his coat and walked into the dining room. He walked over to her, leaning down to press his lips to hers. Kensi remained unresponsive. Then they began their dance again.

"Where were you?" she asked.

"Out," he replied.

"Why?" she asked.

"Needed space," he replied.

"You should have called," she accused.

He sighed in frustration, walking into the adjoining kitchen and searching the fridge for the plate of food he knew she would have sitting in there. He pulled it out and began eating it without even heating it up. After a few bites he put it back in the fridge. Kensi knew her cooking wasn't exactly five star cuisine, and she imagined it tasted even worse when it was leftover and cold.

"You coming to bed?" he asked as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't just disappeared for nearly two days without a word to her. Kensi shook her head. Jack just shrugged before turning and walking towards their bedroom.

"I don't think I can do this anymore," Kensi announced just as Jack was about to step into their bedroom. He paused, turning back around to face her. "There's only so much I can take."

"Come to bed, Kensi," he ordered softly as he walked into the bedroom. Kensi shook her head, though there was no one there to see it. He was gone again.

Kensi sat in that same spot all through the night. She thought about her life and her relationship with Jack, what it was and what it had come to be. She thought about love and happiness. She thought about loneliness and a broken heart. She thought of the grand dreams she'd had when she was little of what love and marriage were going to be like. They weren't supposed to be like this.

That was when Kensi made a decision. It wasn't a decision she was looking forward to announcing, but it had been a long time coming. She knew what she had to do. The time to stand up for herself and proclaim that she didn't deserve this, she deserved better, had come.

She was still in the same spot when Jack walked into the kitchen for breakfast the next morning.

"I want a divorce."

The words were out. She'd said them.

Jack turned towards her, looking her up and down almost patronisingly as if she was a child.

"You don't want that."

With that he turned back to the pot of coffee on the bench and poured himself a cup. Kensi knew she had to be firm on this. This was her time to doing something for herself.

"No, I really do," she replied.

Jack stood up and walked out the door without a word or even a glance in her direction.

He didn't return for three days.

...

When Jack finally returned, he acted as though nothing had happened.

"We need to talk about this," Kensi said as she followed him through the house to their bedroom. He was determined to avoid this. She was determined to face it head on.

"No, there's nothing to talk about," he denied.

"Yes, there is," Kensi argued. "I still want a divorce."

...

Marty Deeks sat at his desk. His feet rested on the polished mahogany surface, but he didn't care. It was his desk in his office and he could do what he liked. His law degree hung on the wall, reminding him and everyone who entered the office of his knowledge and skills. It said 'it's okay. I know what I'm doing. You can trust me to sort this out' and sort things out he did. Being a lawyer wasn't exactly all Deeks had hoped it would be, but it paid the bills. His days consisted of dealing with divorce lawsuits destined for the family court, mostly involving rich women determined to get every cent they could from their cheating husbands and even richer husbands trying to make sure their wives didn't get a cent. Deeks wanted to make a difference in people's lives, it was just that ensuring that the blonde Barbies got to keep the yacht and the Ferrari wasn't exactly the difference he had envisioned. Although, he had to admit, the job had some upsides.

Getting involved with clients was, of course, strictly prohibited. There were all sorts of issues that it led to, such as a conflict of interest, and it was, of course, very unprofessional. But Deeks needed something to spice up the dreariness of the paperwork. He didn't exactly make a habit of sleeping with his clients, he was, after all, a professional, but he couldn't deny that it had happened once or twice. He couldn't help it if the freshly divorced women looking for a rebound fling practically fell into his lap. He kept it on the down low, of course, taking them to a nearby hotel so as not to arouse suspicion. But he was trying to kick the habit. He hadn't blurred the lines between client and lover for a long time now. He was making a change in his life and leaving his past self behind. Being fired for getting intimately involved with a client did not look good on a CV when it came to applying for a new job. While he didn't love his job, he knew it was far from being the worst job he could have. He's worked hard to get where he was. A fling wasn't worth ruining his career over. No woman, no matter how attractive she may be, was worth jeopardising his career. At least that's what he thought before the Blye-Simon divorce case.