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Something is going on over there and you have to go. Do what you can. So how bad does it get for Kensi at the missile launch facility? At one point, Kensi makes a goodbye call to Deeks because this is kind of a suicide mission, so that obviously ups the stakes for the episode. I think people will be glued to their seats, to be honest.
The phone call heightens the notion of this being a suicide mission and Kensi truly believes she may not come out of this alive so she calls Deeks to say goodbye. When he was doing his coverage, I had the day off. I was home basically cooking pancakes for my kids to go to school, so I could hear him, and I was responding to whatever he was doing.
He is such an intelligent actor. Moments like that, if the other actor can do it, it is always better. I wanted to hear what he was doing so when it was my coverage, I would know what he had done so I could act accordingly. What is her reaction when she finds out an old boyfriend may have gone rogue? She is surprised that she is even the one called in to handle him because it had been so long ago.
It is not as if he can launch one or two missiles. It is that this group of soldiers can launch 50 nuclear missiles, so it is a very dangerous situation.
I think she is surprised as to why she is even remotely involved. Does this incident, where her life is in jeopardy, possibly expedite things? Because the job takes over their entire lives. Are you going to have a kid in a family where both parents go to work and neither one may come back one night? That is a decision they have to make. This is all she knows. This is everything that she is, so it is a very difficult line to walk for her. At the end of this episode, there is a scene between them.
So, realistically, it is high risk and people who like watching it will still be on the edge of their seats. There is a beautiful scene at the end of the episode between Kensi and Deeks and he is mad at her for pursuing what she had to do to save the day, essentially. How do I live without this person in my life?
Do I want to do this when that is a possible end result? So that is why that last scene is so important between them. LA celebrated its th episode and it is doing better than ever. The move to Sunday night gave it a new life. Who would have thought that any move would have done well for us?
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I think the writing is stronger than ever. Last season was wonderful. I loved last season. That gets everyone's attention. Deeks can hear Callen calling abort, can hear him telling them that backup's moving in, just a few more minutes. Deeks holds up his hands, palms out. Laughter, one manicured nail pointing at Deeks accusingly, that protruding vein in his neck telling Deeks that he's more than a little pissed.
Deeks watches as they're led away at gunpoint, both of them looking worriedly to Deeks.
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Deeks doesn't answer, he can tell by Mr. Laughter's smirk that nothing good would come of it. Turns out keeping quiet ain't working too well either. Deeks bites his lip as thug number one dead legs him, that army boot hitting hard against the back of the knee. He looks up, meeting the man's gleeful eyes. If there's a rule book out there, a guide on how to survive an encounter with a sociopath, Deeks is pretty certain rule number one would state that if said sociopath's eyes can be defined as 'gleeful' it's probably in one's best interest to haul ass.
Too bad thug number one's got the muzzle of his gun tangled in Deeks' hair. The kick to the stomach is a little unexpected. He squeezes his eyes shut, his muscles retaliating as he tries and fails to suck in air. Maybe if his eyes were open he would see the butt of the gun swinging towards his face, but then again, he hadn't seen the kick. His mouth fills with blood, that coppery taste tangy on his tongue as it pours from his lips.
Funny how the only thing he can think is that Hetty's gonna kill him for ruining her shirt. Then there's another hit and he's pretty sure he's got a loose tooth. He spits out the blood, swallows what's left before looking back up, meeting those gleeful eyes. Now he's regretting more than just that hour with Flapper. He's regretting not taking Kensi up on the offer to grab a bite to eat, to go out and shoot a little pool.
He knows someone's saying something in his ear, probably Callen, or Nell, or Eric. Who knows, maybe even Hetty, but right now all he can focus on is the pain and trying to breath as Mr.
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Laughter's infamous laugh provides a soundtrack to the beating, blending nicely into the backdrop as highly polished army boots meet flesh and bone. It takes a moment for him to realize that the beating's stopped, that those hands trying to roll him over aren't simply looking for a softer target.
He opens his eyes and is met with Kensi's worried face, her hair a little messed, her barrette hanging loosely, threatening to fall any moment. He tries to sit up, to turn so he can spit, but Sam is there, one strong hand pushing gently on his chest, holding him down.
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He feels the blood spill down his chin, his tongue immediately feeling for the gash in his cheek. Deeks tilts his head back, his eyes scanning the room from upside down.
There's SWAT all over, flashlights flickering on the ends of their guns. Laughter's on the floor, his hands secured behind his back. Thug one and three are on the ground as well, their eyes open to the ceiling, their chests still as the blood pools. Deeks doesn't see their host, the man who had started the whole little meeting. Soon there's more lights, more people, and a bumpy ride to the hospital for a few stitches and a doctor's word to back Deeks up on the whole 'not dying' thing.
Admittedly, one wouldn't know it just by looking at him, what with all the bruising and slight swelling, but hell yeah, luck is on his side.
He could be dead, being fitted one last time for one of Hetty's nice suits.
Instead, he's at home, savoring the feel of hot water as he soaks in the tub, the heat working to loosen his battered body. He closes his eyes, pinches his nose, and bends his knees.
The water covers his head, the sounds of the small, confined waves echoing in his ears, the cut below his eye burning and he vaguely remembers the doctor saying something about not getting it wet. When he comes up, his fingers working to wipe the water from his eyes, he hears the sound of someone pounding at his door, his name being called in a familiar voice.
He doesn't even bother pulling the plug as he hurries to get out, stopping only to grab a towel and secure it around his waist before retching the bathroom door open, his feet working to get him to the door before she changes her mind. Of course, if he'd stop to think it through, he'd realize she doesn't really know how to change her mind.
She's stubborn and determined. His phone's ringing by the time he makes it to the living room, the light shining from the coffee table, the vibration making it dance next to his keys. He pulls the door open, smiling as he sees that annoyed pout coupled with that worried frown as she holds the phone to her ear.
She waits a moment, both their phones still ringing as he watches her study him, her dark eyes taking in the developing bruises above the towel, the ones she hadn't seen before now. The sound of late-night traffic drifts up from the street, his neighbor slams a door before yelling at her kid, Monty whimpers from his spot on the couch, the same spot he's been in since Kensi dropped Deeks off almost an hour earlier.
She's still wearing her makeup, those dark bedroom eyes she had adorned for the show, the ones that go with the dress she's still wearing beneath her green jacket. Her hair's pulled back in a ponytail, no longer the post-scrambled mess it had been before the trip to the hospital.
He simply nods as he steps back, opening the door wider so she can come in. He can tell part of her regrets coming back, regrets listening to that little voice that tells reason and logic to go to hell. But he knows that nobody's going to make Kensi Blye do something she doesn't want to, including Kensi Blye.
She already knows, because she had thought the same thing. She nods, and looks away, one finger rising to angrily wipe away an errant tear. One hand still holding the towel in place, he crosses the room, squeezing her shoulder as he forces her to look at him. She lets her eyes follow the paths, choosing not to answer his question. He doesn't say anything when she reaches out, the tips of her fingers barely touching the outline of a bruise, a small welt visible from the tread of a boot.
He keeps his eyes on her face, watching as she realizes what she's doing. Instead of pulling back, she flattens her hand, smoothing her palm over the heated bruise. He keeps quiet until she meets his eyes, his hand still on her shoulder, her palm still pressed to his side.
As he steps forward, his head dipping down to kiss her, his mind goes back to all those poems he had read, back to that old guy with a feather in his hat.
He's still not in love with his partner, not that he would say out loud anyway.
It isn't until he feels her drop her phone at their feet, both her hands rising to fist in his wet hair that he thinks about that bon fire, the one they keep dancing around. It's as he pins her against the wall, the towel be damned as he uses both hands to remove her jacket that he figures, yeah, maybe they are getting a little close, that things have been getting a little hot for a while. He knows they should probably stop, but he's tired of it all.
Tired off all the distractions, of always regretting everything he does and regretting what he doesn't do more. It's time to let her be his distraction. Let her distract him from the pain, from the fact that he almost died, that she could have died right along with him. As she wraps her legs around his waist, the loosened towel finally making its way to the floor, Deeks begins to realize he shouldn't question Hetty's choice for Kensi's wardrobe.
He should just buy the woman a gift basket and leave it at that.