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Post by cal54382 on Apr 4, 2015 23:22:53 GMT
Kensi shot from the kitchen, taking Ali from KC and taking the bags from them.
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Post by Admin on Apr 5, 2015 3:45:56 GMT
Ali hugged her aunt, hanging from her neck as Deeks stepped in to get the suitcases from Sam so he could help KC.
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Post by cal54382 on Apr 5, 2015 22:07:24 GMT
"The couch is already set up for Callen, and lunch is ready in the kitchen if you're hungry."
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Post by Admin on Apr 5, 2015 23:09:01 GMT
"Thanks, Kens." KC said softly. They hadn't talked in a week. Every time Kensi called, KC had been 'busy' either with Callen or Alina and hadn't talked to her.
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Post by cal54382 on Apr 8, 2015 4:44:10 GMT
('busy' as in really busy or as in she doesn't want to talk to her)
"No problem."
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Post by Admin on Apr 8, 2015 15:35:05 GMT
(a little of both)
Sam and Deeks put Callen on the couch as KC got Alina set up in her play yard.
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Post by cal54382 on Apr 9, 2015 1:10:25 GMT
Kensi returned to the kitchen to bring food out to Callen.
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Post by Admin on Apr 9, 2015 1:30:39 GMT
"Thank you," KC said, stiffly again.
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Post by cal54382 on Apr 12, 2015 0:54:48 GMT
Kensi felt a little upset by her friend's behaviour but shrugged it off, thinking she was just tired.
"I'm sure you and Deeks have better things to do."
"KC." Callen's voice was his 'agent' voice and his eyes stared into her.
Kensi felt tears spring to her eyes, then returned to the kitchen to clean up.
"KC." Callen made her look at him. "Apologize. Right now." His tone left no room for second guessing and she went into the kitchen. "I'm sorry."
"What did I do?"
"It's my fault. I just..." She paused. "I know you stayed two weeks. I know I'm the one who told you it was okay for you to go, but it was just...y'all seemed in such a hurry to go home."
"Why didn't you say anything. I told you I would stay, or come back if you needed me. Every time I called to check on you, you were too busy to talk and I believed it. I didn't think you were avoiding me."
"You wanted to go home. I let you go home. But..." She paused. "But I needed you. Not for help. Not for Ali. For me. I felt, I felt like I lost my sister. And I know most of that was my fault. I should have said something. But you wanted to go and I didn't want you to stay if you didn't want to be there."
"Of course I wanted to be there. But when Sam and Michelle arrived, I didn't want to be crowding either of you. It killed me to leave. Ask Deeks, he practically had to drag me home because I kept wanting to go back."
"I especially needed you with them there. I...I try very hard, for Callen's sake, and I'm starting to like Sam, but Michelle and I have nothing in common, besides the boys being partners. Nothing. And she came home almost as soon as you did."
"You should have called me back then."
"I didn't know. I thought you wanted to go home. It's what you said."
"You know me, I hardly ever mean what I say."
"I'm sorry I said that. I shouldn't have taken it out on you." She looked exhausted, something that Sam and Callen hadn't seen, and scared, like a lost kid.
"You are my best friend. But that hurt."
"I know." For a minute, she'd wanted to hurt someone as badly as she'd been hurting the past two weeks, but she knew that was wrong and she knew it never should have been Kensi.
"It doesn't matter. That's in the past now."
She nodded, although she wasn't sure either of them could ever forget it.
"Let's go see how Callen is."
She nodded, all the men looking up when they came back in, Deeks looking worried at Kensi, wanting to make sure she was okay. He didn't want to care if KC was or not at the moment and it was obvious Callen was still angry.
Kensi smiled at them. "It's fine."
"No. It's not." Callen disagreed.
"If the girls are over it, than it's fine. I mean, who here hasn't said something they didn't mean?" Deeks asked, wanting to support Kensi, but it was obvious that Callen and Sam were still upset.
"Callen, it really is okay," said Kensi again.
"As long as you're okay."
On this, it was KC who left the room instead of Kensi.
"I'm fine. And I think you need to apologise to her now. You are supposed to support her."
"Why? She's the one who screwed up."
"Kensi's right. I mean, it can't have been very easy, this past month. Not knowing whether she was going to lose you, not being able to do anything to fix it. I remember how well you handled that. You expect her to be any better at it? Plus the fact that we had Alina while KC was sick. She was trying to be mommy and partner for the past two weeks, both a full time job." Deeks defended her.
"Just apologise."
"Fine, help me up so I can get in there."
Deeks helped him stand and walk into the kitchen. He almost ducked when he saw KC, the look in her eyes he recognized from the time Kensi had thrown the washcloth at his head, but KC was holding a pot, not a cloth. Callen sat down at the table, not even attempting to avoid her anger.
"You should be resting," she finally, carefully, said.
"I'm sorry. I know I should have been supporting you."
"I know you love her. But it was a shitty thing to say."
"I know."
"You should be resting."
"Not until I deal with this. I need you to know I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter."
"Yes it does."
"If Kens can forgive me, I can forgive you. Besides, I don't think that's what I'm really mad about anyway."
"Then talk to me."
"I know she threw the vial down and it broke. I got that. I know you thought about Sam, because you closed him out so he wouldn't get sick. So Michelle would still have a husband, Kam would still have a daddy."
"I was already sick KC. Why should anyone else get sick too?"
"But were you? Did running away from it cross your mind at all? Not being a hero for once in the last two decades that I've known you cross your mind at all?"
Tears were running down her cheeks now.
"She had a gun on me. It was stay and get sick, or run and get shot."
"It doesn't matter. It's always one or the other. I need...I need to check on Ali."
"KC."
"I'm scared, all right? I'm a Marine, or at least I used to be. I should be used to this. But my best friend goes to Afghanistan at the drop of a hat or Iraq or even that doesn't matter if she stays in the states because she and her boyfriend still get...And my boyfriend seems to attract danger and trouble like metal to a magnet. And they're the only family I've got, them and a little girl who..." She paused. "Do you realize that if something happened to you, all Ali would have would be stories? She wouldn't have her daddy. And maybe I didn't have a daddy for a lot of years, but the years I had were good ones and I had two awesome surrogate daddies and I want her to grow up with someone like that only her daddy gets shot at and stabbed and sick. And I'm proud of you. You've gotta know that. Even if you would quit, I wouldn't want you to. I just...I want to stop the nightmares. I have more nightmares about this past month than I do about what happened when I was a Marine. And I can't fix any of it. So I yell at my best friend and you and I get in fights and I just can't fix any of it."
"You bottle everything up KC. The more you do that, the harder it will be. Take it from someone who knows. If you would just talk to me, or Kensi even, it would help so much."
She cracked a half smile, wiping her eyes. "Where do you think I get it from?"
"Not me."
"Not Kensi either I suppose."
"Gibbs."
"You've got a point." She looked even more exhausted, so much so that he noticed it, as she took his hand.
"We both need to rest. Why don't we send everyone home and go to bed?"
"Okay."
Callen stood with KC's help. She walked back into the living room with him.
"Is everything okay?" asked Kensi.
"It is now." KC said softly.
"Good."
"Maybe we should let you get some rest," Deeks suggested. He hadn't heard what had gone on in there, but he'd heard enough.
"Thank you," said Callen.
Sam was the first one out the door, trying to get away from the madness, but KC sensed Kensi's hesitation. "I'm okay this time. I promise."
"Alright."
They watched them leave and then the little family settled down to finally get some rest.
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Post by cal54382 on Apr 12, 2015 0:55:49 GMT
that was the end of this one
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