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The wake would be on Wednesday, and the funeral on Thursday. Neither would be easy, Deeks knew, but he did hold onto the fact that Kensi had told him she’d be accompanying him. She hadn’t asked if he wanted her to, she’d just said she was coming and that was that. He didn’t have the energy left to argue.

Delaney had called late Monday night, to tell him that her plane would land at ten in the morning which was why he was up at eight having his morning coffee and staring out the window. Monty whined, as if sensing Deeks’s troubled thoughts. “Sorry,” Deeks whispered to the dog and held out a hand which Monty came to, sniffed and licked before rubbing his snout into the palm for a pet.

“Seems he has you trained,” Kensi said. Deeks was already dressed in light blue jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. She on the other hand had just crawled out from under the covers she’d shared with Deeks in one of his shirts that still had the scent of his cologne clinging to it, a scent that for months had been driving her senses insane, and a pair of his drawstring pyjama pants that were far too long and despite trying to roll them up the light fabric kept falling back down and covering her feet threatening to trip her.

Despite sleeping next Deeks they’d done nothing but sleep. It had been a long time since they’d been ‘under the covers’ for anything but sleep. Along time since they’d touched and been touched, since they’d kissed and lost themselves to one another. Kensi knew this was her fault, her inability to commit, to admit she needed him. She felt she was losing her independence, that if she were to fall so completely in love with him she’d never get herself back. If he left, she’d be broken, how long had it taken for her to build herself back up after Jack had left? So long. Too long to be healthy. She’d been broken, lost, alone, so painfully alone. Sometimes it was better to just be on your own, at least this kind of alone was her choice.

He looked over at her and slid another coffee mug he’d already prepped on the counter. “Two sugars, skimmed low fat milk, right?” She smiled just a bit, of course he knew how she took her coffee.

She nodded. “Thanks,” she replied taking the mug in hand as they stood side by side and looked out the back window. He had a little yard which, other than cut the grass when it got too long and cleaning up after Monty, he did absolutely nothing with. Her hand went to his back and rubbed in small circles as she held the mug in her other hand. “How are you doing?” she asked.

She felt him shrug, the muscles in his back bunching up and releasing. “I got to get going soon.”

“Delaney,” she remembered with a nod and then took a chug of her coffee nearly choking on the still hot liquid. “I’ll get in the shower real quick, I still have a change of clothes here, I can be done in ten.”

“You, done in ten?” An eyebrow raised in disbelief, a little smile appeared on his face.

She punched him in the arm playfully, a little grin on her face. “You can even time me.”

He looked at his watch and she took off running only to trip on the pyjama pants, she threw out her hands to catch herself on the hardwood floors. “Kensi!” Her name off his lips was panicked and he was already at her side as she turned over onto her back. “You okay?”

She laughed. “My pride might be bruised.”

He smiled and took her hands helping her back to her feet. “Be careful,” he said softly.

She grabbed the pant legs at the thighs and pulled the loose fabric up and waddled more than walked to the bathroom trying not to trip again as he snickered.

::

Callen looked at Deeks’s desk as he waited for the coffee to be ready. He leaned against the counter of the drinks station and looked at the small pile of paperwork Deeks’s desk, the detective likely would have won the bet had he not gotten the phone call.

It was never easy, losing someone you cared deeply for. Callen knew this well. He’d lost many people, which was likely why he was so jaded when it came to such things as family and friends. He looked to his right, Nell had already warmed the tea pot, leaves were measured and she poured the boiling water in with a serene look upon her face. She put the kettle back down and caught him looking at her. She smiled at him and when he didn’t smile back, she frowned and closed the few steps between them, both hands placed on his chest. “Are you okay?”

He nodded. He was. He looked over to Deeks’s desk. The detective wasn’t... but would be, in time. Deeks had a strong emotional constitution, he had to, to do this kind of job. Loss was a terrible thing, and there was no warning for it. His hand brushed along Nell’s cheek. You have to cherish what you have when you have it. He kissed her lips softly, aware that they were at work. He pulled away just slightly. “I love you,” he said.

He was so close she could feel his breath against her lips. “I love you too,” she whispered.

“Any new cases?” He asked as he took a step back hearing more agents coming in for the day, their footsteps and voices in the hallway.

“Yes,” Nell replied pouring her mug of tea. “But none that have been assigned to us.” She looked pointedly over at his precarious tower of files. “I guess Hetty is giving you time to play catch up.”

Callen sighed. “I guess so.”

::

Deeks stood in the middle of the chaos that was baggage claim inside of LAX. Kensi stood at his side in a pair of dark boot cut jeans, brown leather belt holding them in place, a white long sleeved shirt that only accentuated her lightly tanned skin, and dark hair.

His eyes kept searching the place, all of the new people coming in afraid that he’d miss her, which was foolish. Delaney Bennett was not the kind of woman you just missed. First, there was her height, she stood six feet tall without the assistance of heels. Second there was the mane of long deep natural red hair that fell to the middle of her back. Third, she had a striking face, soft and youthful with prominent cheekbones, a dusting of freckles over her cheekbones and her cute little button nose, green eyes that seemed just a little too big for the rest of her face and plump lips. No, Delaney was not the kind of woman you missed.

With her height he easily spotted her mass of red hair over other people who stood in front of her. She hadn’t styled her hair which was out of character, she was a vain creature but knowing how emotionally high-strung she got he understood. It was falling around in unruly corkscrew curls in some places, others it was wavy, occasional bits were falling straight, and others curling out at the ends. She was wearing sunglasses indoors, which he knew wasn’t her making some kind of fashion statement, she was simply covering her eyes, the tears and avoiding the questioning looks. She wore a long sleeved grey shirt the top part of the sleeves were incredibly loose while it tightened around her forearms till it was skin-tight at her wrists, grey skinny jeans were paired with it, and she wore a pair of blue ballerina flats.

He touched Kensi’s shoulder and then let it go as he started to walk, knowing she would follow. He could tell the exact moment that Delaney spotted him. She froze in her spot, her hands at her sides and he could see the tremble run through her body right before she took a few steps meeting him, her arms going around his neck, her head going to his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her spindly form and held her tightly for a moment until the trembling stopped and she pulled back slowly. Both of her hands brushed against her cheeks, her fingertips disappearing behind her overly large, dark sunglasses and he knew she was wiping away tears. She dropped her hands took in a few breaths as if trying to get herself under control, she opened her mouth and then closed it, opened her mouth and closed it again, whatever she was trying to say, lost.

“Let’s get your bags,” he said softly to her putting his arm over her shoulders. They made it to the conveyor and the three of them stood their quietly as bags were unloaded and started spinning round and round.

“You must be Wikipedia,” Delaney finally said leaning forward slightly to look around Deeks.

Kensi smiled just a little, and then frowned looking at Deeks and raised her eyebrow. “Yeah, she knows. Charlie can’t keep his mouth shut,” he said using Ray’s alias.

“Really?” She said in a heated whisper. “We go through the paperwork to fake his death twice and he still tells people from his old life that he’s alive,” Kensi pushed back her hair with an air of fury.

“Yeah,” Delaney said, her voice velvety soft. “He said if I ever got the chance to see you two together, I should ask how your thing is going.” Kensi looked over and Delaney had a smile on her face, she had a gorgeous smile. “So...” she rocked in her flats. “Hows your... thing?” Her eyebrows jumped up and down suggestively.

“Hey, look, it’s your bags,” Deeks said dryly as he blatantly ignored her question. He stepped up and pulled one bright red luggage case, and then another, and then another. “How much did you pack?”

“Just enough for a short visit,” Delaney responded as he took a smaller fourth case. “That’s all of them,” she said checking the tags.

Kensi remembered her first ‘field trip’ with Callen, the bright red bags bringing back her first disastrous trip to Bosnia. She had half the mind to tell Delaney to burn them, they were bright red, like targets... but Delaney was a civilian, she could have bright red bags if she wanted.

Delaney took off her sunglasses and Kensi got her first real look at the woman, alabaster skin dusted with freckles, her eyes that were rimmed red from crying were a deep green with flecks of gold and appeared... off, perhaps a little too large for her face of part soft, part sharp angles. She stood before Kensi a few inches taller than her and only fractionally shorter than Deeks. “Delaney Bennett,” she managed to finally properly introduce herself putting her hand out.

“Kensi Blye,” Kensi responded taking the woman’s hand for the introductory shake.

“Both my brother, and Martin speak highly of you,” Delaney said, her voice soft and her words slow as she dropped her hand to her side.

“Oh god, you two together,” Deeks said with little humour as he stacked the suitcases onto a trolley.

Delaney leaned in conspiratorially to Kensi and whispered loud enough for Deeks to hear. “Oh, the stories I can tell you.” Kensi smiled, Delaney did have a rather infectious manner about her and there were hints of that little girl she’d seen and heard about from the picture that sat on Deeks’s book shelf. Kensi could also tell that Evan’s death was weighing on the woman. Delaney soberer quickly and put her sunglasses back over her eyes.

They moved together through LAX, Delaney’s arm looped through Deeks’s arm as he pushed the trolley. Kensi felt a surge of jealousy at such a simple act. Deeks had told her before that he thought of Delaney as a sister, and Delaney didn’t seem like some lovesick woman. Still, Kensi perhaps felt jealous because she would never make such a move, at least, not on an op. She’d never loop her arm around his... never hold his hand. She gave herself a firm mental shake. She was blowing everything out of proportion.

Nothing was said until they were out in the parking lot, the noise, hustle and bustle of LAX left behind. Delaney was the one to break the silence. “You talked to that witch Marianne?”

Deeks sighed. “She just lost her son.”

“She’s still an evil witch,” Delaney responded with an angry set to her lips.

“You don’t like Evan’s mother?” Kensi felt behind in the conversation they were having.

“Not in the least,” Delaney responded with a bit of heat in her soft voice. “She’s awful.”

Kensi looked to Deeks, the Marianne she had met had been a sobbing mess of a woman, pouring over the images of her dead son on the kitchen table. Deeks sighed. “She’s not that bad... to anyone but you.” Deeks turned to Kensi figuring she needed some background in order to properly follow the conversation. “Marianne didn’t like it when Evan started dating Delaney, up until then they were fine.”

“But once Ev and I started dating...” Delaney sighed. “We broke curfew. We were together when he thought it would be a good idea to check out that haunted house... got busted for trespassing. I was the first girl to break his heart,” Delaney’s voice wavered, broke. “Bet she hates me more than ever,” the volume of her voice tapering.

“She’s upset, she...” Deeks didn’t like the way the conversation was going. “She lost her son,” he said as if they needed the painful reminder.

“I know,” Delaney’s voice heartbreakingly sad, a sob catching at the end. “I’m the one who taught him to ride a dirt bike... maybe if I hadn’t-“

“Stop,” Deeks’s hands left the trolley and he turned to her, both of his hands dropping onto her shoulders. “We were teenagers, he would have likely gotten into riding motorcycles no matter what.”

Delaney’s shoulders moved in a lethargic shrug. “Maybe,” she whispered.

“Come on, Kid,” he said putting an arm over her shoulder, the other driving the trolley as they walked the rest of the way to Kensi’s SRX since his Camry was still parked at the office, and he had doubts that all of Delaney’s luggage would fit in his Rubicon.

::

Deeks didn’t like how quiet Delaney was. Delaney by nature was energetic, enthusiastic, excitable. Now in grief, she was quiet, she’d stared blankly out the window the entire way back to his house from the airport.

The three of them had managed to take in all of her luggage in one trip to the spare room.

“You hungry?” Deeks asked her.

She shook her head in response as she walked out to the living room and sat down on the floor. Monty greeting her with a wagging tail and kisses on her cheek, she pet him and gave him a hug. Happy that his old friend had returned he laid down resting his head on her crossed legs.

“You should eat something,” Deeks insisted now knowing how Nell felt.

Delaney shrugged. “I’m not hungry.”

“Laney...”

“Have you any peaches?” She asked looking up at him.

“Um... I might.”

“Can you peel one?”

He sighed. “You’re a pain in the butt.”

“You want me to eat something,” Delaney responded her dark green eyes staring up at him, wide and innocent.

“I’ll check the fridge,” he responded.

Delaney turned her attention to Kensi. “So how did you and Marty meet?” she inquired.

Kensi sat down across from Delaney on the floor. “We umm...” she wasn’t entirely sure what kind of cover Deeks used with her, probably just that he was a cop. “We work together.”

“You’re partners?”

Kensi nodded. “Yeah.”

Delaney’s gaze went to the kitchen. “I love him,” she said turning back to Kensi. “Keep him safe, won’t you?”

Kensi wondered in what kind of context was the love Delaney felt. Kensi studied the woman before her. There wasn’t longing in her eyes and Kensi figured the love was platonic. “I’ll to my best,” Kensi replied.

Delaney’s lips quirked upwards just a little. “That’s all I can ask.”

Deeks returned with a bowl in hand, he looked at the two women. “What are you two up to? It’s like a campfire, you two gossiping about me already?” He sat down between them and passed Delaney the bowl of peeled and cut up peach bits, and handed her a fork. He had almost forgot how fussy she was, she wouldn’t eat anything with her hands that might be messy, sticky peach juice, forget it. She loved peaches, but someone else would have to peel and cut it before she’d eat them.

Delaney gave him a little smile. “Yep.” Her fork circled in around the bowl as she meticulously selected the first bit of peach.

Deeks shook his head. “It’s no wonder why you’re so tiny, you are the strangest eater.”

She put the fork in her mouth and bit off the peach before quickly poking Deeks in the arm with the fork, narrowing her eyes at him. “Don’t mock my eating habits,” she said after she’d swallowed what she was eating. “Speaking of mocking me, when will my brother be here?”

Deeks shrugged. “He hasn’t called me with his flight plans.”

“And Ray?”

“An hour or so,” Deeks responded.

“Old gang back together again,” Delaney said sadly her fork hovering over the food as she selected the next piece and speared it with the fork. “The wake tomorrow,” she said looking over at Deeks with a frown.

“We’ll get through it,” he assured her.

“Yeah,” Delaney agreed, her fork moving around the bowl but she only moved pieces around and didn’t eat anymore.

::

Nate looked through the pictures on his desk. He’d gone through his debrief, caught up on the majority of his paperwork but his mind wouldn’t rest. The pictures were graphic, bloody and heart wrenching. He forced himself to continue looking through them fearful that he had missed something in the signature of the killer. Men, women and children... there was even one murdered infant in the images. He flipped the picture over and sat back taking a minute.

The horrors the agents, the analysts, the technicians seen everyday were unimaginable to civilians, and even after years of working in OSP, Nate hadn’t gotten use to it. He hoped he never did, he hoped that he would never become so desensitized, that these horrors would not become the norm.

He rubbed his temples and tried to think about anything else. His mind drifted to coffee since his eyelids were becoming heavy from lack of sleep. Running his hands over his face he stood and left his office. Over the balcony he could see Callen was catching up on paperwork, Sam was there too typing on his laptop. Kensi and Deeks both absent from the roster and Nate wondered how Deeks was dealing with the loss of his friend.

“It’s good to see you watching over them, Mr Getz.”

Nate didn’t even jump, he just smiled at Hetty’s sudden arrival. “I’ve missed being here,” he admitted. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you, but with what happened I hadn’t had time.” He turned away from overlooking the office to turn to her. “I was hoping I could come back, full time as a psychologist for a while. I want to help, overseas, and with the task forces that I’ve been assigned and rotated through, but...”

“You need to get grounded,” Hetty said wisely.

Nate smiled. “I was going to make the excuse that I’ve got three teams due for quarterlies, but yes, I think I need to get grounded again.”

“You’ve been at it for a long time, Mr Getz. You deserve a bit of a break,” Hetty replied. “You also have six weeks of backlogged vacation time,” she peered at him from over the rims of her glasses.

He shrugged. What would he do with that much time? Even as a child he was always kept busy, he couldn’t remember ever having so much time to himself. He wouldn’t know what to do with it.

“I’ll do up the paperwork,” Hetty told him.

“Thank you,” he replied quietly, his eyes returning to the two empty desks that left him with a really, really bad feeling.

::

Two knocks on the door and it opened on it’s own. “Marty!” Ray’s voice travelled.

Delaney was on her feet first and ran to the door, arms out and using his body as brakes, her arms wrapped around his neck. “Hey... Charlie,” she said trying the alias on for size. “Gosh that doesn’t fit you at all.” She kissed him on the cheek in welcome and backed away a few steps.

“Gee, thanks,” Ray responded dryly with a roll of his eyes, kicking the door shut. He looked her over and gave her a sad smile at the circumstances that had them all coming together again. “Good to see you Laney.” He dropped his bag on the floor.

“Ray,” Deeks greeted.

“Marty,” Ray responded with a smirk. “Still in one piece I see, and looky here, hey Wikipedia.”

“Hey Ray,” Kensi responded. “Good to see those crocodiles didn’t eat your pasty ass.”

Ray barked out a laugh and shook his head.

::

Jax came in not long after Ray had, not bothering to knock either. He brought in his suitcase, kicked off his shoes and found everyone in the living room. Delaney greeted her brother first, less enthusiastically than she had Ray, but perhaps because she’d grown more and more quiet, thinking about the loss they had all suffered. She wrapped her arms around him and he wrapped an arm around her and kissed her forehead. “You okay?” he asked quietly.

She shrugged and pulled back and Kensi noticed all the similarities and all the differences. Jax was taller by maybe an inch, his eyes were smaller, more suited to his face, sharper lines and none of the softness his sister had, he was built where she was scrawny, but the hair and shapes of their noses, the looks and expressions were mirrored.

She backed away from her brother and sat back down on the arm of the chair Ray was sitting in, he stood and the two men hugged. “Been a while,” Ray said.

“You had to go and make waves, didn’t you?” Jax said shaking his head. “Wit-pro? Really?”

“Never thought I’d be in it either,” Ray responded with a roll of his eyes.

“Charlie,” Jax said trying on the alias much like his sister has. “It doesn’t suit you.”

Ray flipped him the bird and sat back down heavily.

Deeks and Jax quickly hugged it out. “Wake tomorrow?” Jax asked and Deeks nodded. He looked quickly over to Delaney before looking back at Deeks. “Did you talk to Marianne?”

“Yep.”

“And?”

“About as well off as you can expect from a woman who just lost her son.”

“Yeah,” Jax said quietly. He looked to Kensi. “Good to see you again, Kensi.”

“Wish it was under better circumstances,” Kensi replied.

“Me too,” Jax agreed quietly.

::

Callen rotated his shoulders as he came through the front door after Nell. She threw the keys into the glass bowl in the entrance way and he kicked off his shoes. Despite not doing anything other than paperwork he found that he was rather tired and followed her into the living room. He sat down heavily and she sat down beside him picking up a magazine from the table and leaning into his body.

His hand went to her hair and he played with a few strands. He didn’t even have to ask what she was looking at. It was a bridal magazine, they were laying all over the house. The woman had ideas. Lots of ideas. And she wanted his opinion. He didn’t have one. He’d enjoyed Sam’s wedding, but he had no fantasies of his own. Nell tapped the page to get his attention and he looked at the pictures. “Whatever you want babe,” he responded pulling her up onto his lap and holding her close.

“It’s our wedding.”

“You overestimate how much I worry over napkin rings, Nell,” he said with a little smile, his lips pressing kisses on the column of her neck, his day old beard scratching her skin.

“I just want it to be perfect,” Nell said, her breath hitching as he sucked slightly on her neck eliciting a moan from her.

“I just need you to be there and it’s perfect for me.”

She smiled. “Now you’re just trying to get laid.”

“Is it working.”

Nell smiled. “Yep.”

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