Statement of No Objective

by Phillydi

Epilogue

'Kensi!"

Deeks was screaming her name as he vaulted straight up in bed with a short gasp. His heart was racing and the pulse at the base of this neck was pounding like a drum. The terror in his blazing blue eyes was merciless. He could still see Kensi as she plunged off the side of the container ship and into the dark waters below. He had to help her!

Wait.

The horrific scene faded from his vision. Deeks raised his hand and slowly touched the side of his face and then ran the tips of his fingers through his hair. He stopped to look at his surroundings. He wasn't on the ship anymore. He was home safe and sound. Deeks breathing slowly returned to normal as his shoulders slumped forward. It was only a dream. Yet it wasn't just any dream but the nightmare he lived for real 24 short hours ago.

The memories of the last two days came flooding back fast and furiously. The last thing he remembered was the happy ending that took place after a long hard mission. He turned quickly and reached out his hand to touch the other side of the bed. The sheets were cold. Kensi was gone but Deeks smiled contentedly as he relived the passion they created when they fell into bed together after the long ride home from San Diego. Deeks ran his hand over the slight indentation her body left when she threw off the covers and left them scrunched up at the foot of the bed. Yet the bed wasn't completely empty. There was a note on her pillow which Deeks unfolded and read.

Going into work. I'll be back around dinner. Sleep and rest…you earned it…love you. K

Deeks fell back on his pillow and flattened the sheets around him and closed his eyes. Sleep was no problem; he had a lot to catch up on. But he wouldn't rest until she returned to his bed again. He could still feel the touch of her hands as she undressed him and laid him back against the pillows. He pulled her gently on top of him and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. Kensi quickly protested. She knew he was tired and hurt but he would no longer be denied. It was their time and place and they had waited long enough. He made a promise to himself as he began to drift off into sleep again. The future they dreamt about in the ship's prison would all become a reality one day. And it would start tonight with that chocolate, chocolate chip cake. Deeks smiled and turned on his side.

BEEEEEEEEEEEP!

The jarring ring tone from the phone on his nightstand kicked him back to reality again and he fumbled around the counter top trying to find a way to stop the god awful noise. Deeks grabbed the phone and pressed the button.

"Good morning Sunshine. And yes, I'm still naked and wondering why you're not in my bed right now?" Deeks said seductively.

"Excuse me? I'm looking for a Gordon or Martin Brandel?" the voice on the other end inquired hesitantly.

Deeks dragged his body up slowly and propped his torso up with his elbow. For the second time this morning, his heart was beating wildly. No one had called him by that name in a long time.

"Who is this?" Deeks whispered into the phone.

"My name is Jenkins and I may have found something that belongs to you. It's a family journal by an Karl Brandel. Do you know him?"

"Only by name," Deeks stammered. "He was my grandfather..."

And the story continues….in The Sins of Another Father, Deeks finds an old key in his grandfather's journal that will lead him on a dangerous journey into his family's past. Kensi discoveres that the man she loves has more than one skeleton in his family's closet and it may be more than she bargained for. Stayed tuned!