Envelop / Envelope

en·vel·opv
/ənˈveləp/
verb
wrap up, cover, or surround completely.
"a figure enveloped in a black cloak"
Similar:
surround, cover, enfold, enwrap, blanket

(of troops) surround (an enemy force).
"their assignment was to envelop the head of the enemy column and destroy it"
Envelopment of the Ruhr, see Eisenhower, Montgomery, Bradley

Similar-sounding words
envelop is sometimes confused with envelope

noun: envelope; plural noun: envelopes
1.
a flat paper container with a sealable flap, used to enclose a letter or document.

Mornings that last a year.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime
Not hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

I know John Donne's lines fit here but I don't know how.

You've done it again.

Breaking news: Kensi Blye is in love with Marty Deeks. And seriously, if she wanted to slap her past self in this story, imagine how much current Kensi, who spends nights curled up in his arms, wants to slap her past self.
Kensi x Deeks x doughnuts are the real ot3 and I love this so so much. I'm getting repetitive with these reviews, but wow amazing and wow you're the best. Gimme your talent or just write three billion fics with it
And I hope he brought a full dozen doughnuts to her door ;)

Loved it!

Thank you! Really enjoyed this story!

40th!

I love the realization that Deeks centers her. It's so true but at the same time he dusts up such a swirl of emotions and you captured that perfectly. Well done.

Brilliant! fantastic story, amazing writing :-) thanks

“"Uh-huh," he breathes, and if she'd thought the tension between them had broken even just a bit, Deeks sparks it up yet again with a simple action that – damn it! – she should be strong enough to resist. She's not really sure what gives him the audacity to think this is okay…but it's not as if anything about her is saying otherwise. Lifting his hand, he brushes his fingertips along her arm, just barely ghosting over her skin. That touch, just that simple, barely-there touch, is almost enough to break her. It's almost enough for her to give in to the sudden flood of…she refuses to name whatever this is that's currently coursing through her veins. She's not entirely sure how, but she attributes it to sheer force and strength of will that she's able to keep from shivering, from whimpering.

All from just a simple touch.” LOLILOL. JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL HE DOES MORE THAN SIMPLY TOUCHING YOUR ARM, DOLLFACE.

“It's not really that simple, though. They've touched numerous times before, and she has to admit, the concept of personal space when it comes to the two of them is a bit lacking, but there's something different about this. There's something just…intimate about the subtle caress of his fingertips on her skin, and at first she thinks he's playing with her, trying to rile her up and press her buttons like he always does, because that is the very essence of Marty Deeks. But when she looks up into his eyes again, that's not what she sees. What she sees is a man who is suddenly just as swept into this whirlpool of a moment as she is, swept in with no hope of getting out. He flicks his tongue over his lips, and Kensi can't help but find herself slightly mesmerized by the motion. It takes her a moment to comprehend his words because they apply to the moment as well as the already nearly-forgotten conversation. "That's why I get you out of your element…every single time."”

IT’S INTIMATE BECAUSE SHE WANTS HIM INSIDE HER RIGHT THIS SECOND! LIKE SHE’S WANTED HIM SINCE THE VERY FIRST MINUTE. AND BECAUSE SHE DOES LIKE HIM A LOT AND MORE THAN JUST A SIMPLE PARTNER OR FRIEND OR CUTE GUY. SHE WANNA K-I-S-S IN A TREE OR ANYWHERE ELSE. AND SOMETHING ELSE TOO. BECAUSE SHE L-O-V-E-S HIM. And he knows it! Hah, I love that! ;) He knows how one little touch can set her aflame and I simply love that.

“…they're playing with fire. And it's not just any fire; no, the fire they keep fueling is one that's far too dangerous to be playing with so recklessly; it's one with the potential to scorch them both over and over again…because it's a fire that burns between the two of them.” START A FIRE ! ! ! ! ! !

“This is the worst realization she can have in this moment, because not only is she now, as Deeks had put it, out of her element, but she's also now secretly terrified.

She's terrified because part of the realization is realizing that she has no control over this.

If she did, she'd have stopped it months ago.

But Kensi never even saw it coming.” Lies, Kens. You could not have stopped it just like you cannot stop it now. You’re in love, deal with it. You burn for him, you want him, you lust after him. Admit it, deal with it, get it over with by pushing him against the wall and taking him right then and there. For the rest of your life.

“Not even through all the times over the past several weeks that she's come by his place with doughnuts and stayed just a little longer than was actually necessary. Not even when it became less about checking on him...and more about seeing him.” INSERT SQUEALING. She wants to see him every day! It’s the best way to start the day, and she needs that for the day to be a good day. And and and I’m dead.

STOP BEING TERRIFIED AND KISS THE MAN, DAMMIT.

“Things Kensi Blye doesn't give the okay for…well, they simply don't happen.” LOL

“She can't really deny it any longer. There's something about his quiet voice, his touch, and the realization that he'd been so close to slipping away from her for good that makes the attraction bloom inside of her. Attraction, desire, lust for the forbidden – all of which is utterly ridiculous because he's her partner for goodness' sake.

Her partner that – oh dear God – she wants.

She nearly gasps then as she realizes that the hand that had been tracing tantalizingly along her arm has settled almost instinctively at her hip. Kensi doesn't know if he realizes it, but she certainly does. Even the layer of material between his palm and her hip doesn't impede the fire that seems to burn her skin beneath his touch. She murmurs his name; it's basically the only thing she can muster.

(…)

She doesn't like this. She doesn't like it because she likes it too much. Even with her mind a clouded mess of static and Deeks, she tries to tell herself that she's not reacting like this to him. She tells herself that it's simply the newfound closeness they've developed in the wake of his shooting. It's just an anomaly in an unexpected development, she thinks. Before, they rarely saw each other outside of work; now, over the weeks spanning his recovery leave, it's somehow become routine for her to stop by with coffee and doughnuts a few mornings of the week. It's a new frontier for them…so of course there would be moments she never saw coming – it's just the nature of their growing partnership.

Or so she tells herself. It's hard to believe that, though, when that little voice in her head reminds her just how…important these mornings have become for her. Somehow, she's allowed herself to get to the point where seeing Deeks decides whether or not she's going to have a good day. The days that she skips this, for the sake of maintaining a non-routine, well, they're usually not the best days.

It's almost as if being with him, even if just for a few minutes before work in the mornings, centers her. It's a kind of peace that she hasn't known in quite some time.

She wonders if he knows what he's doing to her.

She wonders if he realizes just what sort of messy emotional storm he's conjured up within her.”

HE KNOWS AND HE’S GONNA MAKE YOU QUIVER AND WHIMPER UNDERNEATH HIM IN NO TIME, DOLLFACE. And he brings her peace. Insert all the hearts in the world beating as one. And this is perfection: “Somehow, she's allowed herself to get to the point where seeing Deeks decides whether or not she's going to have a good day.” And now we gotta talk, honey. You want the man, he makes you feel good, he makes your life complete, he has your back, he’s one hell of a cop and partner… So stop being terrified and distant and STUPID and let him love you and love the man, dammit.

GIMME THAT DAMN KISS FOR GOD’S SAKES. AND THEIR SAKE TOO. AND EVERYONE’S.

“But God, there's only one thing that Kensi wants.

She wants to kiss him.

Her partner, her irritating, infuriating, recently injured partner. Her disheveled-haired, ocean-eyed partner, the one she's quickly come to realize has taken on a significant role in her life. She wants to kiss him, wants to bury her fingers in his blonde hair, wants his lips, his tongue battling hers for dominance. She wants his arms around her, pulling her against him; his hands on her, touching and teasing; his mouth on hers, tasting and melding and leaving her breathless with kisses that never seem to cease; his body against hers, that muscled, masculine heat sparking the flame that burns her from the inside out and she'll never, ever admit that it's true, but she thinks she's probably wanted that, wanted him, for quite some time now.

Maybe even since the very beginning.” NOT MAYBE. DEFINITELY.

Princess ! ! ! ! ! And he thinks she’s gorgeous and perfect the way she is! Awwww.

“… they tease her enough about her love life; they'd have an absolute field day if they thought she had feelings for Deeks.

Which she doesn't.

She doesn't.

No.” LOLILOL, stop pretending, girl.

AND QUOTING UNTIL THE END BECAUSE OF REASONS:

“The conversation that follows is effortless; it's playful and mildly flirty, almost as if what had happened between them just a few hours before hadn't actually happened. She knows they both know better than that, though. Still, she can't erase the smile from her face; with Deeks back, it's as if the puzzle that is their little team is complete again. It's complete again, and that's how Kensi wants it to remain.

She catches his eye just as Eric summons them upstairs – there's nothing simple about the way their gazes connect. Nothing simple, nor, really, anything innocent either. In his blue eyes – and she's certain in her own dark ones – there's the undeniable flicker of the electricity fueling their connection, a flicker that almost sparked into a full-on lightning storm that morning. Kensi feels it; she knows he feels it too. She simply smiles at him and welcomes him back, knowing that more than just a simple greeting is conveyed in her words.

What it means for them as partners, she can't say for certain.

For now, she just knows that it feels damn good to have him back.

Still feels good even when he shatters her non-routine the very next day by showing up at her door with doughnuts and coffee.

…At the absolutely ungodly time of 4:16 AM.”

4:16 for very early morning make-out and cuddles before he takes her…to the beach for his surf and she can lie on her towel and admire him!

But hey now, no fooling around when I say this is amazing. And you’re a genius. And give me more. You write them so good, even so early – even when Personal is one of those life-changing / relationship-changing episodes. Great work on that, on respecting the pace of the relationship they had while still giving us a glimpse of the heat and want that’s been there since the beginning. Oh, how I wish it’d happened like that.

SHE THANKS HIM! Omg, Kensi Blye having feels and admitting that she’s not Wonder Woman and that she needs a superhero partner! Love that! (and lol, she so loves his playing-poker dogs, they will hang it in Monty’s bedroom when they buy their house!)

“"I was," she agrees with a slight smile. "But you made things easier for me."

At that, a quiet laugh slips past Deeks' lips. "Never thought I'd ever hear you say that."

"Never thought I'd say it!" They share a quiet chuckle before Kensi finishes, serious once more. "I mean it, though. Thanks."”

AND THEN QUOTING OF THE AWESOME AGAIN BECAUSE OMG, I’VE BASICALLY HIGHLIGHTED THE ENTIRE STORY BECAUSE IT’S THAT GOOD. Like, seriously. I’ve highlighted so many paragraphs, huge chunks of the story so basically you’re gonna reread yourself. Enjoy!

“He makes it sound so simple when in reality, it's been anything but. It might be who he is, but it's not who Kensi is. She's used to playing one side of the partner game, the side that looks out for the other. It's been an entirely new thing to be the one that's needed to be looked out for, and she can't help but hate herself a bit for letting that happen so often in such a short amount of time. Kensi Blye is not supposed to need someone to save her. She's had too many partners try to play that game with her in the past, whether because she's small or because she's the only female member of the team or because they just needed to feel the surge of manly pride that comes from saving the so-called damsel-in-distress – which she is firmly and vehemently not.”

But but but! I love how they both taught the other what being part of a team and what being partners meant. I absolutely love that about them. And come on, Kens! It’s good to rely on someone else, so just accept it dammit, and stop fighting against him because he has your back!

“That partly influenced her annoyance at having Deeks somewhat unceremoniously shoved at her and given the title of her new partner. It also made no sense to her, because she and Callen and Sam made a great team, and when she couldn't be part of that for whatever reason, Kensi was fantastic on her own.” Uh, lol Kens? You and I really need to talk about humble brags, sweetheart.

“And then there's the fact that, right from the beginning, Deeks has been pushier than anyone should ever be, at least as far as Kensi was concerned.” AND THEN THERE’S THE FACT THAT, RIGHT FROM THE BEGINNING, DEEKS HAS BEEN THE LOVE OF HER LIFE. #SORRYNOTSORRY #WHATTHISSENTENCEREALLYMEANT

“It rubbed her the wrong way; he got under her skin and at times infuriated her, and Kensi just knew it was never going to work between them. He wasn't even an agent, for goodness' sake.” YOU BITCH. GO WASH YOUR MOUTH WITH ACID, KENSI.

DAMN STRAIGHT YOU SHOULD FEEL GUILTY KENSI! “She feels guilty now, because she'd considered going to Hetty numerous times with these very reasons. There was a time in the beginning where she would have given anything for Hetty to find her a new partner, or let her go back to not having one at all.”

AND YET THROUGH IT ALL YOU WILL NEVER DESERVE THIS MAN AND YOU SHOULD BE GLAD AND GRATEFUL THAT HE’S STILL ALWAYS THERE FOR YOU. (AND SHE’S WARMED UP TO HIM BECAUSE HE’S MAKING HER SO HOT IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL. #LAWENFORCEMENTGOD)

“And yet, through it all, Deeks has proven herself to her. She's warmed up to him perhaps more quickly than she's ever warmed to anyone else. It's kind of a slap in the face now to know that, if she hadn't been forced to, she probably would have never given him the chance.

"Kens?"” KENS ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Oh, it’s silly and ridiculous how much this makes me swoon.

“The tenderness in the simple nickname as his voice wraps around it nearly does her in – she may be tough as nails, but she does have the rare weakness here and there. Apparently, one of them is that, and of course Kensi kind of hates herself for it. It's dangerous, because the power of that voice and those eyes, when combined, is strong enough to have her wanting to let him in just a little bit. And that is just not acceptable because Kensi Blye is not the type of woman who melts under a sweet voice and a tender gaze.

She thinks there's really just been one man who has ever had that power over her.

And look how well that ended.” I remember quoting that in my first review! But but Kiki, he’s not your weakness, he’s your strength! ! ! He makes you stronger!

Well, here I’m gonna stop a little bit to swoon over the fact that she’s in love with his ocean blue eyes, and her not-so-little apology! Kensi Blye apologizing, being all shy and sheepish? Omg, give me that every day. And I love that Deeks knows how huge it is coming from her, and listens to her instead of trying to bring them back to the safe territory that their banter allows. I LOVE MY BABIES OKAY?

“"I've been thinking…I know I didn't give you much of a chance in the beginning…" […] "I didn't want a new partner. I was convinced I didn't need one. I…kind of figured that you would just get in the way, that you would just mess things up. We're all agents; I couldn't see what a cop could possibly add to what we already had."

There's a quip or two that Deeks could make there in an effort to lighten the moment, because that's what he does. But at the same time, he knows that any kind of admission of anything from Kensi is huge; he knows it's something that doesn't happen often, if ever. So while he's kind of stung by the verbal proof of just how…unwanted he was in the beginning, he stays silent and lets her speak, knowing that if it wasn't something she truly needed in the air between them, he would never be hearing any of it.

"It took me awhile," she continues, "but eventually I realized that Hetty…well, she always has her reasons, and those reasons are never wrong. You bring a lot to the table, Deeks. And I'd be lying if I said I – if I said we didn't miss that a hell of a lot while you were gone."”

ADMIT IT KIKI. *YOU* MISSED HIM. MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE. BECAUSE HE’S YOUR PARTNER AND YOU CARE ABOUT HIM. YOU LIKE HIM. A LOT. A HELL LOT. ADMIT IT. THE TRUTH SHALL SET YOU FREE. (AND IT MIGHT SET THE SWORD FREE, TOO.)

“In the silence that follows, the full weight of her words crashes into her and it takes every bit of her resolve to keep from squirming in front of him. It's a lot for her to admit that she's grateful he's there, that the team needs him…that she needs him. She bites her lip, then immediately stops as soon as she realizes she's doing it and instead gives a shrug and takes the matter of trying to lighten the moment into her own hands. "You know I've lost a fair few partners," she says. "If you ever try to become the next one again, I swear I'll kill you myself."

He smirks, and Kensi lets out a breath, feeling at least a tiny bit of the tension fade. "No worries, Fern," he teases. "What was that you told me in the hospital? Something about, uh, me not getting rid of you that easily?" He flashes her a full grin then, and damn it if Kensi doesn't feel that obnoxious flutter in her stomach. "Works both ways, Princess. You are stuck with me…stuck like glue."”

I remember quoting that too But but but Fern and Princess in the same paragraph is too much for me. Brb, hugging the threes. And and and she basically just told him not to die on her, which reverberates with Wanted, two years later. Episodes 17 always rock!

OH DEAR GOD. THIS SEGMENT. THE WHIMPER. HIS FINGERS TOUCHING HER ARM AND SHE’S DYING. ME TOO.

"You know what." Kensi sighs heavily. "Don't act like you're not a part of the team, because you are. I mean, you're annoying as hell sometimes," she says bluntly, and to anyone else, the words might have been an insult; Deeks, however, merely smirks. "You drive me completely up the wall. Sometimes you absolutely infuriate me. But I also can't imagine the team without you anymore, and I'm sure Callen and Sam think the same." *INSERT HYSTERICAL SOBBING BECAUSE SHE IS BASICALLY SAYING THAT SHE WOULDN’T BE THE SAME WITHOUT HIM AND THAT SHE LOVES HIM AND I’M DEAD*

For a long moment, Deeks is quiet. His silence allows her words to hang heavily in the air between them, and if they'd felt mildly foreign passing through her lips just moments before, that's nothing compared to how they feel now as they reverberate in her ears. They're uncharacteristically sentimental for her, for them. At the same time, though, they're undeniably true. And while she and Callen and Sam make a good team on their own, there's no denying that Deeks just adds something else; something they've been missing for quite some time. It's something they hadn't known they were missing, but now that they do know it, being forced to carry on without it for the past several weeks has proven a difficult challenge.”

SORRY I HAD TO QUOTE A LOT OKAY? Because this is perfection.

And I love how, after a serious, heavy moment like that, they can go back to being their funny, flirty selves without it being awkward or anything.

“His grin widens. "I knew you'd get attached to me!"

Feeling the tension break, Kensi can't help but laugh. "Way to ruin the sentiment," she retorts, shoving playfully at his shoulder.

His grin only brightens, as does the triumphant glee in his blue eyes. "Way to not deny it," he shoots back, waving a dismissive hand as Kensi opens her mouth to defend herself. "Nope. Too late. You love me."

Kensi laughs. "I tolerate you. Big difference."

He's got the upper hand, though. "Nope – you admitted that you can't live without me."

On one hand, she's kind of annoyed that he's taken her serious admission and made it humorous, teasing her by twisting her words and working them around to his advantage. On the other hand…well, she can't be truly annoyed because it's Deeks. It's what he does. And she'd be lying if she said she wasn't a bit grateful for it – there are few things worse than the quiet heaviness that fills the room after an emotion-filled confession, even if it is a rather small confession, a quiet I missed you.

Not the words she'd said, but certainly the words she'd meant.” SHE LOVES HIM! ! ! ALERT ALERT ALERT KENSI FEELS ! THREES CUDDLING UNDER THE STARTS AND SINGING WITH SIMBA AND NALA!

“There's a bareness to his place; aside from the comfortableness of his couch (heat fills her cheeks at that; she's not really sure she should know that, but she does)” SHE KNOWS BECAUSE OF SEXY TIMES ONE OF THOSE MORNINGS!

“Even though she's the one who started this conversation, there's still that part of her that's reluctant for him to see that she's bothered. She's reluctant for him to see what's really on her mind. Most of all, she's reluctant for him to see what she's reluctant to see herself – that she's genuinely concerned for him. That he's on her mind often enough for her to be genuinely concerned for him.”

DEATH ALERT! ! ! ! SHE LOVES HIM ! AND SHE WORRIES ABOUT HIM AND SHE’S CONCERNED AND SHE CAN’T STOP BECAUSE SHE LOVES HIM AND HE’S HER PARTNER AND SHE CARES! I am currently dead. Love love this little paragraph. Stop being so afraid Kiki, and let the man love you – you already do, so why bother pretending you don’t?

Awww, she’s an enigma that he wants to solve because he loves his Kensisalina! Gonna quote a lot because you force me to, you genius KD queen!

“He's left with two choices – pursue the matter, or let it drop. The curiosity is biting furiously at him; Kensi's an enigma, a nearly impossible puzzle to figure out, and any piece of that puzzle that Deeks can manage to put together is something he sees as a bit of a triumph. Learning Kensi, weakening her walls, getting her to share those little hidden pieces of herself with him, whether they're from the distant past or nearer to the present…it's something he's made almost a personal mission out of.

If he's honest with himself, Deeks has been drawn to her since the very first moment they met. It's still not something he can explain – well, actually, it is. It's no secret that she's gorgeous. She's beautiful, she's flirty, she's fun to be with; at the same time, she's strong and tough and could kick his ass most any day of the week. But it's more than all of that, he knows. He's attracted to her, but it goes deeper than just the physical aspect of it.

He can pinpoint exactly the day when he first realized she was hot – he was carrying a license that identified him as Jason Wyler that day. What he can't figure out is when that obvious physical attraction crossed the line into something deeper, something that, if he's not careful, will manifest itself as genuine feelings for her before he's even aware of what's happening.

Then again, as he stands and watches her now, he thinks it might be a bit too late for him.”

Love love love everything about this. How he’s been drawn to her since the very first day they met and their eyes locked; how it’s not just simple lust and physical attraction; how it’s not just about wanting to get into her panties. She draws him in, she intrigues him, and he sees her more as an enigma than as a fine piece of ass and I love that. And I feel like this is very true to what the show has given us so far. There’s clearly a lot of UST and physical attraction and lust, but behind the flirtation and witty banter, there’s a lot of care and understanding of each other, of what made them who they are, of how similar they are despite all their differences. And I love how you highlighted this here. AND I LOVE THAT HE’S BEEN HOOKED SINCE HAND-TO-HAND.

And I love that he opens up and shares things that I’m pretty sure he never shared – both because he didn’t have anyone to share them with (this makes me incredibly sad, my poor baby :’.and because you just know that he’s not the type to open up and share what he sees as failures – and he’d see himself as a failure if he got scared out on the field and something happened to Kensi or anyone else in the team because of him: “…I've seen them recover, and then come back all confident, like they had never even spent a single day away." He pauses for a moment, and Kensi's mildly taken-aback by the seriousness that surrounds him – it's uncharacteristic, something she's not used to. "I've seen guys get out in the middle of a firefight, out where it matters most, and freeze up."”

AND I GOTTA QUOTE AGAIN BECAUSE OF REASONS (INCLUDING PERFECTION AND AWESOMENESS):

“It takes her by surprise, those rare moments that he lets her see beyond the confidence and the humor.
And it's in those rare moments that she realizes that, whether or not she chooses to see it, he's more like her than she ever would have imagined six months ago.

For a long moment, Deeks is silent, though the intensity in his blue eyes speaks volumes louder than any words ever could. It's an intensity that Kensi can't make herself turn away from, the kind that grips her from somewhere deep within and slowly envelopes every part of her; the kind that starts an undeniable heat stirring both within her and between them, an undeniable heat from which she can't escape. When finally he speaks, his words are quiet as he answers her question with a question of his own. "Do you have my back?"
For the first time, Kensi finds herself overly aware of just how much of the distance between them has completely dissipated. It's utterly ridiculous, she tries to tell herself – she's been this close to him before with no difficulty, been this close to him without the fear of her heart beating straight out of her chest. There's no reason that this time should be any different…but different is exactly what it is. Something has changed, and she can feel it in the air that surrounds them. It's a dangerous change on so many levels; despite knowing this, Kensi still can't break her gaze away from his. "Of course I do," she says slowly. It's an answer to a question he shouldn't have to ask, especially given how many times he's been there to back her up. "You know that."”

AND HE SMILES ! ! ! Aww, I love my babies. And the threes do, too!

“He can, however, say for certain that he trusts Kensi to have his back, no matter what. Couldn't say it eight months ago, maybe not even as near to the present as six months back, but now…it's unquestionable.

Should the need arise, Deeks trusts her enough to place his life in her hands.

And that's something he's never truly been able to say about anyone else before.

Clearing his throat, he finally breaks eye contact with her and turns his gaze downward. "Then I'm not worried," he says, a simple answer to what had been a simple question back in the beginning, before his mind had twisted it inside out and upside down. He smiles then, tacking a simple endearment onto the end – simple to anyone else, but one that speaks volumes between the two of them. "Partner."

Kensi smiles softly. They've come a long way, truly, and she can't deny the warmth that blooms within her at his words. In the beginning, he didn't trust her enough to even touch his gun, let alone share the story behind his choice in weapon – though, if she's honest, she didn't trust him too much back then either. It's a huge jump to go from that all the way to trusting someone with your life in a relatively short amount of time…and one she's surprised to discover she's made along with him.”

I love how a simple word like “partner” can have such a deep, heavy meaning between them. Love love love that. Threes hugging ‘till the world ends.

I took a long time re-reading and highlighting segments and sentences to talk about (well, actually, I changed the color to blue, but heh), and I’m glad I did because I rediscovered with pleasure some sentences I had loved the first time I read them, and then all the other times I reread this piece, and I also loved new ones that reverberated now that hadn’t necessarily jumped off the page before. And I love that; rereading one of your masterpieces and finding new things to love, new and more things that make me love them and your writing.

Because you’re awesome that way.

Anyway, back to the story, and before I start lemme tell you this: YOU SADISTIC EVIL PERSON WHO GAVE ME AN ALMOST KISS AND WHO THINKS IT’S FUNNY TO TEASE ME LIKE THIS. It really is NOT. Now, on with the review!

I actually love this sentence, and I think it’s a perfect summary of their relationship, beyond being a perfect description of Kensi: “It always has the same outcome, but getting there is random and chaotic and quite often requires many, many detours in the process. It fits Kensi perfectly.” They always go back to each other, but they take different paths, different roads; they argue, they fight, but deep down they love each other and their life is messy and chaotic but in the midst of it all, they give each other a sense of peace and fleeting moments of happiness that will last forever once they get their act together for good!

And Morning, sunshine ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! LOVE. And, oh, hello, gorgeous. I bet Kensi only comes to check on him to see him with his sleepy baby blues half-close and his sexy tousled hair! And she dares pretend it’s for the job, yeah, right! Just an excuse to stare at his bare chest, and on lucky mornings, WET bare chest when he comes back from his surf! Kinky Kiki!

“"Mm, is that why you always smell like fish when you come in?" she retorts sweetly, setting the bag and the coffee on the counter.” Meanie Kensi! But that’s so something she’d say, haha. :P Your banter is perfect, seriously. The back and forth between them is just like the show, even back to season 2 and where they stood.
And then you jump to more serious grounds and it’s perfect. The transition is seamless, and you’re a real master at this. Don’t you dare say you can’t write Kensi because you can and you’re brilliant at it.

“It makes sense, considering that he hasn't been very keen on discussing his shooting with anyone. Not that she can blame him, seeing as she'd deflected his inquiries – his rather frequent inquiries, she thinks with annoyance; damn him for seeing right through her – about a past shooting of her own.

Little by little she's begun letting him in, somewhat unconsciously, if she's completely honest with herself. Even so, she's not ready to go down that road with him yet. And it's more than simply revealing that, yes, she has been shot; it would mean revealing a moment of weakness to him. A moment she'd let her guard down; a mistake she'd made. And even though she'd been younger and newer to the job, that doesn't make it acceptable.

It was still a mistake.

Kensi Blye doesn't make mistakes.

And she certainly doesn't admit to making them.”

Oooh, Deeks likey. “Deeks doesn't interject; instead, he can't help but watch as she innocently – and rather torturously slowly - licks the last of the frosting from her fingers.” KENSI MARIE BLYE WAS NEVER INNOCENT!
“She feels that just as profoundly as she feels the shiver that rushes down her spine. It's a good thing, she thinks, that she's grown quite adept at ignoring anything like that over the years.” LOL, as if. I bet she’s not wearing any underwear so he can just lift her and put her down on the kitchen counter and take her there! And the very thought is making her tremble!

Oh, he’s in love with her! ! ! And she thinks he’s sexy in the morning and that’s why she comes so early (lolilol, no pun intended).“Deeks snorts. "Yeah, I figured that out that morning you woke me up at a quarter past five," he quips, infusing his words with a bit of false annoyance. It's clear to both of them though that he's no more annoyed about that now than he was when it actually happened. And truly, he wasn't. He'd never admit it to her face because she's certain she'd find some way to hold it over his head – she's diabolical like that – but he knows he could never really be annoyed to find her at his door, whether it's high noon or midnight or any of the hours in between.”

Like I said, your banter for them is perfect. Oh, snap, 1000 for the pretty boy! This line about her jeans made me giggle! And Kensi’s the one inhaling the doughnuts! Pretty sure she has a doughnut perfume she sprays on her sheets and pillows. At least, she used to, because now Deeks’ scent will be on her sheets (and on her, as he’s in her, hehe).

“"I didn't see you turn the doughnuts down," she retorts.

"Couldn't let you eat them all by yourself – we've talked about that," Deeks shoots back effortlessly. "Otherwise it won't be the bagginess of your teeny tiny jeans that you're complaining about."

Other than a rather murderous glare that actually has Deeks a tiny bit frightened, Kensi mostly ignores that. "As far as my routine goes, if you'd bother to notice instead of being your usual clueless self," She smirks, letting him know she's at least half-teasing, "you'd see that I never even get the same kind of doughnuts. Sometimes I get cream-filled, sometimes they have sprinkles, sometimes it's something else. But you're too busy inhaling them to notice something like that."”

And I love how she panics here, even if she tries to pretend she doesn’t. I love how easily he can get under her skin and play with her! “Kensi shakes her head. "No. Not possible. I take every precaution –"”

"You know, you always hear about the dangers of texting while driving, but what about scarfing down a messy, sticky doughnut while driving?" ACTUAL LOL HERE!

And love how easily he got her there, she fell right into that one! "Trust me, I do." Pausing briefly, he takes a quick sip of his coffee. "The, uh, chocolate frosting that's been just above your lip since you came in the door? Dead giveaway."

"There's no frosting on my lip," she protests even as she lifts a hand to her mouth to check.

Deeks chuckles. "No. There's not," he says with a grin, watching as she brushes a finger over her lip. "But you did just prove me right."

She glares playfully. "Fine. See if I ever buy you doughnuts again."

"I'll steal one of yours."

"Uh-huh. We'll see.”"

Awww, she’s in love with him already, no need to deny it! “Kensi can't help but smile; this playful back-and-forth, push-and-pull, while irritating at times, is one of the things she loves most about what they have. It's easy, and he challenges her to stay on her toes around him. There's no time to relax because when she allows herself to do that, that's the moment he'll best her at something. And, well, that's just not an option. (…) She knows he'd never let her down if she admitted, but God, how she's missed him. His smile, his good-natured teasing, just his general presence, really. It strikes her as just a bit ridiculous that she should miss him so incredibly much at work when she's made an effort to see him almost every day…but she does.”
THIS MAN IS PERFECTION. I love this back and forth, how easily he counters her lame attempts of a joke, how he always wins and bests her when she thinks she has the upper hand. Love these funny goofs!

“"At least I don't have an entire season of reality tv on mine, Miss Jersey Shore."

"Keep that up and you'll be recovering from another bullet wound," she retorts, hands on her hips. "And Wonder Woman doesn't carry a .22, remember?"

"Wonder Woman probably also doesn't watch American Idol."” And I love how she admits her guilty pleasure, scowling like a petulant kid. So, so cute!

And here you go back to the serious business, and I love how you can just jump from fun to deep, from hilarious to sad, from lovely to heart-breaking. It’s seamless, perfect.

“"Just not because you're sick or hurt, because you're never sick or hurt," he finishes for her. "And even if you were forced to take time off, you'd be making sure you stayed caught up at home." She opens her mouth to protest, but Deeks cuts her off. "I know you. I know how you are. A little bullet wound isn't going to stop you from being the best, is it?"

"That's not –"

"Some of us, though, are a little more sane than that. Some of us actually use recovery time to, you know, rest." He smirks.

"Fine," Kensi sighs, rolling her eyes slightly. "But let's just say you missed a few really good cases. Juicy ones."

"And yet, I'm pretty sure you guys did just fine on your own, yeah?" he says, and though his voice is light, he's not meeting her eyes. Kensi furrows her brow, unsure of what he's getting at until the next words leave his mouth; once they do, it's clear that it's something that's been at the back of his mind for the duration of his time away from the team. And really, she can't say she blames him - if she were forced to take that much time off, she knows she'd have the occasional worry of whether or not she'd be somehow replaced; whether or not the team found a way to do without her. It's a legitimate concern. "You guys got a few weeks to go back to the Sam-Callen-Kensi dream team, right?"

"Is that why you haven't bothered to ask what you've missed? Really?" She knows he still sometimes feels as though he's yet to find his place within their team. She knows he still feels like the outsider; she knows it's going to take time before he really, truly sees otherwise. He doesn't reply, but that in itself is answer enough. Kensi shakes her head, her dark eyes nothing but serious as she gazes at him. "Come on, Deeks. Don't do that."

"What?"

"You know what." Kensi sighs heavily. "Don't act like you're not a part of the team, because you are. I mean, you're annoying as hell sometimes," she says bluntly, and to anyon

And then showing up at Kensi's door at 4 a.m?! That didn't register the first time because I was laughing so hard about Deeks getting Sam. Make that two for Shaggy!

Holy crap, did Deeks just pull one over on Sam?! Dude, no freakin' way! Shaggy finally gets a point!

I'm not sure if you are a genius or an... evil-mastermind. Probably both- not that there has to be a difference anyway. Being able to develop and to hold so much tension between deeks and kensi is just unbelievable. WOW. Really enjoyed reading this story- who am I kidding it was amazing!

"The tenderness in the simple nickname as his voice wraps around it nearly does her in – she may be tough as nails, but she does have the rare weakness here and there. Apparently, one of them is that, and of course Kensi kind of hates herself for it. It's dangerous, because the power of that voice and those eyes, when combined, is strong enough to have her wanting to let him in just a little bit. And that is just not acceptable because Kensi Blye is not the type of woman who melts under a sweet voice and a tender gaze."

Oh God. Someday she'll realize it's nowhere near a weakness. I hope so, at least.

"You know I've lost a fair few partners," she says. "If you ever try to become the next one again, I swear I'll kill you myself."

He smirks, and Kensi lets out a breath, feeling at least a tiny bit of the tension fade. "No worries, Fern," he teases. "What was that you told me in the hospital? Something about, uh, me not getting rid of you that easily?" He flashes her a full grin then, and damn it if Kensi doesn't feel that obnoxious flutter in her stomach. "Works both ways, Princess. You are stuck with me…stuck like glue."

I said I had to stop quoting you, but at some point, it helps me be, or at least try to be coherent when I try to make an intelligent review.

But what is there else to lay on the table, after you said it all ?

Since awesome and amazing don't seem to reach you when we say it, I'll try to come up with a better word.

Thing is, I have none right now.

I'll just go with: Oh, Jess. Goddamn, just start believing everything we say because you should NEVER stop writing for those two.

We kinda need you to survive through the summer.

At least, I do.

"Or so she tells herself. It's hard to believe that, though, when that little voice in her head reminds her just how…important these mornings have become for her. Somehow, she's allowed herself to get to the point where seeing Deeks decides whether or not she's going to have a good day. The days that she skips this, for the sake of maintaining a non-routine, well, they're usually not the best days.

It's almost as if being with him, even if just for a few minutes before work in the mornings, centers her. It's a kind of peace that she hasn't known in quite some time.

She wonders if he knows what he's doing to her.

She wonders if he realizes just what sort of messy emotional storm he's conjured up within her."

I should be afraid of how long my review gets just because I can't seem to stop quoting lines that are illegally perfect.

No one should write this well, it could be almost indecent.

But heh, I don't mind.

At all.