Sweet Soul Violins

By Phillydi

"Anyone seen Deeks?" Kensi called out as she entered the bullpen.

"Nope," Callen looked up from his desk.

"Probably went surfing," Sam grunted.

"I'll kill him!" Kensi said in aggravation. It had been a long day and Kensi wanted to finish her paperwork and go home. The problem was Deeks was supposed to be working on the report with her and it was due on Hetty's desk tomorrow.

"Check the boathouse," Nell called out as she walked by. "He asked me for the new pass code before he left thirty minutes ago."

"He better be working on that report, or he is one dead cop," Kensi steamed and went in search of her wayward partner.

As she entered the boathouse, Kensi heard the strains of a soulful violin coming from inside. Deeks must have NPR* on again, she thought. Kensi took two more steps inside and was instead stunned to see him standing next to the center table with his foot propped up on one the chairs. Deeks' eyes were closed in deep concentration while the sweetest music came wafting out from the violin he was holding.

Kensi placed her hand over her heart as it raced faster in response to the music. The veins in his hands stood out from exertion, which only added to the beauty of his playing as his fingers floated rapidly over the fret board. She took one more step and the floor beneath her foot creaked loudly, disrupting Deek's performance. His eyes flew open when he realized someone else was standing in the room.

"You really can play the violin!" Kensi swooned. "That was beautiful, Deeks." She stepped in closer to look at the sheet music spread out over the table.

Sonata for Solo Violin, No 1 in G Minor by Johann Sebastian Bach

"I'm impressed," she shook her head in disbelief. "I thought this was another one of your exaggerations. I'm sorry, I didn't believe you."

"There must be something wrong with my hearing, because I could have sworn Kensi Blye just said she was sorry?" Deeks smirked as he held his hand up to his ear.

"Ok, I deserved that," Kensi said remorsefully. "But what are you doing here?"

"I can't practice at home, and I needed a quiet space to rehearse because if you must know…" Deeks stopped and looked down in embarrassment. "I wanted to serenade you after dinner one night as a surprise."

Kensi opened her mouth in amazement. "That is the most romantic thing I've ever heard," she blushed. "I don't know what to say."

Kensi was speechless and desperately wished she could disappear behind one of the posts.

"I'm…going to... go…now," she stammered, stumbling backwards out of the room and tripping over the threshold as she left. She had totally forgotten about the report.

Deeks chuckled to himself, amazed at how Kensi had become totally undone by his little surprise.

An image suddenly popped up again on the flat screen against the far wall.

"No time to dillydally, Mr. Deeks," Hetty scolded. "We have a lot of work to do on this piece if you want to continue to impress Ms. Blye. You were a bit flat in the third measure of the first movement. Let's take it from the top, shall we?"

"Yes ma'am!" Deeks said as his bow touched the strings and the sweet music of Bach filled the air once more.

*National Public Radio

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