Marty Deeks is a true Californian boy.
He likes the beach, the sun on his face, the warm weather that make sit okay to spend the day outdoors and the light blue sky.
He doesn't like the cold weather and he's pretty sure that's not going to change anytime soon. However, that doesn't mean he can't make the most out of the cold weather felt outside.
Kensi is not from California.
She knows how to deal with this. She doesn't leave the house without a warm jacket and a good shirt to block the cold.
But she can't wear her own clothes while undercover.
It comes a day when Hetty makes her wear one of those dresses that leave little to the imagination, a cold January day.
It's a black tight dress that ends just two inches above her knee and with two tiny straps on her shoulders.
Kensi begs Hetty to allow her to wear a jacket or boots but Hetty reasons that the suspect needs to see some skin.
Deeks has to admit that he can't even enjoy his partner's hotness when she seems to be freezing. He takes pity on her and turns on the heat on the way to the bar where she's supposed to meet the guy, even though it makes him sweat. She sends him a small thankful smile and that's all he needs to forget about it.
As soon as she walks inside the bar, he turns off the heat because he can't stand it anymore.
Then the suspect decides to go for a walk on the beach and Deeks has the feeling Kensi's going to have a nasty cold tomorrow.
As soon as the operation is over, he hands her his jacket and she allows him to gather her in his arms to warm her up.
Callen tells him to drive her home before she gets sick and he hurries her to the car. He doesn't really drive her home but she doesn't complain when he parks outside his own house.
He hurries her inside and turns on the heat but she's still cold.
"Go and have a warm shower before you get a cold."
"I don't have any clothes to change to."
"Don't worry about that. I'll find something for you to put on. Now go! I don't want my partner to be sick tomorrow."
Kensi doesn't argue with him and walks to the bathroom.
He notices she doesn't lock the door and it makes him smile. She trusts him enough for that.
Deeks goes to his bedroom and looks for something she can wear. He grabs his warmest sweater, a pair of pajama pants he never wears and a pair of slippers. He knocks on the bathroom door when the water stops running.
"Are you decent in there?"
"Yes, you can come in."
He hears the small smile on her voice and opens the door.
She's wrapped in one of his towels and he's pretty sure he'll never be able to take this image out of his head.
And he knows he'll never be able to erase her sweet scent out of that towel, not that he minds.
In fact, he considers never washing it again but that would probably be a little creepy.
He hands her the clothes and leaves her alone to change.
He goes to the kitchen and makes them both some hot chocolate. When she gets out of the bathroom, he hands her the steaming drink and guides her to his living room. She sits on the couch and he does the same, noticing that her wet hair is tied up in a ponytail.
Deeks scoots closer to her and Kensi offers him a small smile when he takes off the elastic holding it together.
"I like your curls."
She curls to his side and lays her head on his shoulders in a rare gesture of what can only be described as sweetness. "I smell like you."
Deeks wraps an arm around her to keep her close and lets out a small laugh. "Yeah, you do. I prefer your shampoo, though."
Kensi frowns but doesn't lift her head from its comfortable place. "You know what it smells like?"
"Of course I do. It smells like peaches. Are you warm?"
Kensi snuggles closer to him and takes a sip of her drink. "Yeah, I am. Thank you for doing this."
He kisses the top of her head and she doesn't yell at him for doing so. "You're my partner and my friend. I don't want you to get sick."
She finally lifts her head from his shoulder after a few seconds of comfortable silence and smiles at him. "I have to go home."
"Are you sure you don't want to stay for the night? I can take the couch…"
Kensi kisses his cheek in a 'thank you' manner and gets up from the couch. "No, I'll go home. But thank you, anyway. Good night, Deeks."
She grabs her clothes and leaves after hearing his goodbye too. "Good night, Kensi."
She hands him his pants and sweater the day after and a bag with the slippers. He takes it but hands her the sweater. "Keep it. It's too warm for me."
No one bats an eye when they see that because they all know he took good care of her last night. She wouldn't be working today if he hadn't. She would be in bed with a nasty cold or something even worse.
Callen and Sam know that he cares about her and that's why they both trusted him enough to allow him to be the one to take her home the night before.
She takes it with a small smile and kisses his cheek when she's sure no one is watching them to witness such a gesture of affection. His stomach does a flip-flop when his brain realizes this is the second time she kissed him in less than 24 hours. It's just on the cheek but it still counts.
And that's the story of how Marty Deeks learned to enjoy the wonders of the cold-weather.
My new challenge…
My brother said: "I bet you can't write a chapter related to each month of the year for Densi and post it during that same month."
Here we are. Dear brother, you're going to lose and I'm going to enjoy it.
Readers, like it, hate it, love it…Let me know in a review.
Next chapter will be up in February.