A/N: To all of you who are still reading and enjoying this story, thank you so much for your patience. I love writing this story but I don't always find the time for it. Anyway, here's the next chapter.

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Chapter 13 – Amazing

Time flew right by once I got to LA. I actually stopped worrying about what Deeks wants to tell me some time ago. And definitely felt more relaxed once my mom said she needed to go shopping for groceries.

I needed to do something to distract myself from my thoughts about Deeks and my conversation with Cam about him. That's why I grabbed a couple of boxes from the garage and started packing my books.

Now I'm almost finishing the second box and my head is clear. I hear the door bell and it has to be Deeks because I know my mom took her keys. Plus, when I look out the window, his car is there. I quickly put the boxes to the side and go downstairs so he doesn't have to wait for too long.

Okay, Kensi. Moment of truth. Relax, take a deep breath and just hear what he has to say. You'll be alright.

When I open the door, there he is. In denim shorts and a navy blue t-shirt that hugs perfectly to his body, with sneakers that go with said t-shirt, he almost wouldn't look like Deeks if it wasn't for his messy blonde hair peeking from underneath a snapback and his scruffy beard. Somehow I still find him pretty adorable in the middle of his silliness.

The grin on his face tells me I'm probably staring so I shake myself out of this haze. "Hey Deeks, come in!" I might be exaggerating on the cheerfulness but he doesn't comment on it.

"Hey, thanks." I step aside to let him in and he walks inside, leaves a lingering kiss on my cheek and waits for me to close the door.

"Can I get you something to drink or to eat?" I'm trying to play the good host while not looking like a fool.

"No, no, but thanks." He shakes his head like a little kid would do. And then there's an awkward silence in which we're just staring at each other. Thankfully, he's the one who breaks it. "So… I wanted to talk to you about something…"

"Sure, let's go outside."

"Can we sit in the hammock? Pretty please, Kens!" He takes off his cap and gives me his best puppy dog eyes and I don't think I can't say no. That's why I nod, chuckle while I take him to the hammock we have in the backyard.

The hammock is set in a secluded part of the backyard. My parents decided to put it there strategically, so it would only get sun from the west, which means just in the sunsets. It's actually very rare for it to be sunny underneath these trees in the sunrises. I love it here, though. It's so private, even from the balcony in the back of my house, that I just love laying here just to read or simply relax. Once we sit facing the setting sun, shoulder to shoulder, I sit cross legged atop of the hammock while he leaves his legs swinging over the side and then I turn my head to him, "So, what was it that you needed to talk to me about?"

He takes a deep breath and I know that whatever it is, it's serious. "Look Kensi, I really don't want to scare you away..." He says as he looks into my confused eyes, "I-I... Oh I can't do this, maybe...maybe it was a mistake coming here today. Maybe I should g-" He starts getting up when I lay a hand on his forearm, effectively stopping him.

"No. Deeks, please. Say what you need to say, I won't run away. I promise you." I find myself saying this even though I probably know what he will say. But there's no anxiety or fear when I think about it. The only anxiety I feel is because he's so hesitant. To show him I mean my words, I reach for him right hand and take it into both of mine, holding it securely. "Come on, talk to me."

"Okay... I'll talk." Deeks looks at the horizon again before looking back at me and squeezing one of my hands. "Yesterday I realized something... You went to Stanford and I... Let's just say the day just wasn't the same without you. You know why? Because I missed you. There. I said it." He looks away from me again, preferring his shoes this time. He's still holding onto one of my hands, so I'll take that as a good sign. "I was with the rest of the guys and you weren't there and it sucked. Because I missed you. I know, it's lame and I don't even have the right to miss you. But I want to." Deeks squeezes my hand again and I don't think we've ever been this close to each other. "That's why I texted you." He looks into my eyes once more, he's dead serious. "Because I was afraid that if I'd called, I would've heard your voice and I would've said how much I want to have the right to miss you. I would've told you this and you wouldn't have wanted to see me anymore and-"

"Hey! Stop right there. You're rambling. It's adorable." I show him a small smile at this, "But I have to stop you because you're wrong."

"What do you mean, I'm wrong?" He gives me the most confused look and all I can think is that he looks adorable. The way he frowns and the way his lips twist while he fights so hard not to let his grin show.

"Who told you all that about me?"

"Nobody, but-" I dare to cover his mouth with my hand but just for a split second so he shuts up.

"Then don't jump to conclusions about me, Deeks... I told you I wouldn't run away. There's a reason for that, okay?" I see the hope in his eyes when I pause. I just hope he sees the sincerity in mine. So I take a deep breath and make sure I have his full attention. "I like you. And don't think for a second that I say that lightly. You know, I literally just broke up with Jack and yet, when I thought everything in my life was so wrong and I'd be feeling horrible for a few months, crying over my stupid love life, you were right there. You had my back and that's something I can't deny." One my hands, the one he wasn't holding onto, lifts up to cup his cheek. "Deeks, in just a month, you walked into my life, shook me up and in a way you changed me and my opinion of you, obviously." He chuckles with me as I say that and leans into my touch when I caress his cheek. "You made me like you."

Deeks sighs, no longer fights the smile on his face when he slowly turns to me and sits cross legged in the middle of the hammock. With his free hand, he reaches for mine, takes it off of his face and tugs on it so I turn towards him completely. Now we're sitting face to face, holding hands and touching knees. The weirdest part is that none of it feels weird.

Who would've thought I would ever be holding this boy's hands based on our first meeting? It feels so nice, though...

He squeezes my hands and brings me back to the land of the living. His piercing blue eyes stare into mine and I'm glad we sat down to talk about our feelings. "Are you serious?" He asks half joking.

"Of course I am, Deeks! You don't think I'd joke about my feelings, do you?" I wink at him and he chuckles again.

"You know I'd never force you to say or do anything you don't want to, right?" I just nod. "Alright... So you know I don't want you to feel pressured into saying something you don't feel." Oh my god! I never thought he'd be this insecure about himself. He's double checking, probably giving me an out now before I can hurt him.

"Deeks, I..." Sighing once more, I don't seem to have the words to describe what I'm feeling right now... "I really am being honest with you, I don't feel forced to say anything, believe me." That makes him smile. "I like you because you always find a way to make me laugh when I'm down and you're the only person who can read me when I say I'm fine. I talk to you and I feel like I've known you all my life, like Camilla or Sydney."

"I'm so glad you just said all that. I just..."

"Wanted to make sure. I know, I get it." The apologetic smile he shows me is enough for me.

"You know... I really like you too." Now he's grinning and his right hand lifts up to brush back a strand of my hair. I'm pretty sure I'm blushing. "So, now that we know we both enjoy each other's company, what do you want to do about it?"

There's a question that makes me nervous. "I don't know... What do you think we should do?" I bite my bottom lip and it doesn't go unnoticed by him. Not when I see his eyes moving from mine down to my lips. I think I know what he wants now. Am I ready for this? Oh please, Kensi, just relax!

"I think..." He's leaning in carefully, aware of any move I might make. "I think there's something we should be doing by now..." He whispers and I find myself staring at his lips, the way they move.

"Uhh and...What's that?" I ask, innocently leaning into him.

"I don't wanna say it..." Oh he's shy now? He's playing me! Well, I'll play along…

"I never said you had to say it." I sigh dramatically while I think about what to say next. "You don't want to say it? Fine. Show me then..." He looks at me like a deer in the headlights, he even gulps visibly and I can't help but tease him a little more. "Unless...you actually have a problem in saying what you me-" I have to stop speaking because he interrupts me with his lips on mine.

It takes me a shocking second to recover and react by kissing him back. One of his hands settles behind my neck while the other cups my cheek, pulling me even closer to him.

And Oh. My. God! I just realized...

Marty Deeks is kissing me!

Oh my! Marty Deeks is kissing me. And it feels so good. His lips are so soft and although his beard tickles me, it's a nice surprise since Jack was always clean shaved.

Pushing the thoughts of my ex-boyfriend out of my head, I moan into the kiss without even fully realizing but I still feel his smirk at the sound. I pull back reluctantly, in need of air. "Wow." That's his voice...

Which is enough until I find mine. "Yeah..." And now what? What should I do?! I must have the most confused expression on my face right now!

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean t-" This time I'm the one interrupting him with a kiss, chaste and brief.

"Don't be sorry, Deeks. If I hadn't wanted you to kiss me, I wouldn't have teased you. Or told you I liked you, for that matter... But I did and that's because I really like you."

"I really like you too. And I really liked kissing you..." His eyes turn into such an intense blue in the sunlight.

"Yeah? I...I did too." I'm so shy right now, he's approaching me again and my lips are still tingling with the touch of his.

"Good. I have a problem, though..." His right hand lifts up to my face again, he cups my cheek but his thumb drops to my bottom lip. Traces the bruised flesh. "You see, I only got to kiss you twice. I'm not sure if I memorized every detail of your lips..."

At the sound of that cheesy comment I push him away and shove him. He falls back on the hammock, his laughter filling up the space now between us. It's so contagious. "Oh God, Deeks! What a way to kill the mood, you big goofball!" A goofball that makes me feel carefree.

He's still laughing when he grabs me by the hands and tugs on them to pull me to him. "Come here." He whispers as I clumsily fall atop of him, hands pressing on his chest as his own have a good grip on my biceps. He chuckles once again, teases me. "Wow, didn't peg you for the too forward kind of girl, Kens. Buy me a drink first!"

"Shut up!" I tell him trying to keep a straight face and failing miserably.

"Lie down with me?" It's nothing more than a whisper but it's impressive how quick he is to go from teasing me to show this tender side of him. "Please?" He insists and gives me a pout when I don't do anything right away.

No words are needed as we adjust ourselves side by side, connected from shoulder to foot. Carefully, he reaches for my left hand, laces our fingers and we lie together in a comfortable silence. For a few minutes all we hear is the sound of the birds atop of the trees holding the hammock.

"Deeks?" I'm the one to break the silence a little while later, glancing at him.

"Hmm?" He's staring at the branches above us, a content smile playing on his lips.

I look away, I'm still not sure I can say this if I'm looking at him. "What's next for us?"

"What do you mean?" That gets his attention and he turns his whole body towards me, props his head on his hand while he balances his right arm atop of the net.

I keep looking everywhere but him, "What I mean is…I like you, Deeks, but I'm going to college. Stanford, no less!"

"Hey." He puts a hand on my chin, makes me look at him. I'm pretty sure my eyes are shining with unshed years and he must see it because his voice is so much softer when he speaks again. "Kens, see it like I do for a second, will you?" He takes a deep breath, "For me, I'm glad you're just going to Stanford! I'm glad you're not going to the other side of the country, that you didn't choose to run off with one of your best friends to Harvard. I mean…this gets you only 5 hours away from me. It means we can see each other every other week. That is if you want to see me, though…"

I look into his eyes once he says that, "What are you saying? Of course I want to see you!"

"Then we'll make this work."

"How will we do that?"

"You trust me, don't you?" I nod. "Then give me a chance to show you how great this can be… Kensi Blye, will you go on a date with me tomorrow night?" His boyish grin is almost enough for me to say yes, he looks so happy. It's adorable and I kind of want to kiss him when he frowns waiting for my answer.

"Fine, I will, silly." I answer at last with an eye roll and he grins again. This time I don't stop myself from sealing my promise with a kiss. He's not shy at all, just rolls us both so I end up on top of him. Our legs are intertwined while we kiss with passion. The kiss escalates from a simple press of lips to a make out session within seconds and Deeks runs his hands up and down my sides, stroking me when I moan into the kiss. After a few minutes we both pull away for some much needed air.

I have no idea how but his hair is even messier than normal and I did that. "Wow…" He whispers as he moves a strand of my hair behind my ear. "You better be careful, I might get used to this!" It makes me blush and I hide my face on the crook of his neck when he chuckles. We stay like that for a moment before he sits up while I'm straddling his lap and I feel his abs clenching against me. That's when I pull back to look at him, "You know what?" I move my head slightly to the right so he can continue, "I think we'll be amazing, Kens."

My answer comes in a whisper in his ear.

"Me too."

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TBC

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