The first night hadn’t been terrible, memories of the night before and his scent still lingering to the pillows on her bed keeping her strong. But the second night and every moment after was torture.
It wasn’t the first time their relationship had been tested by an undercover assignment, but this time felt different, for so long he’d been there, with her nearly every night without any calls from Bates or Hetty coming in, but now she alone, had been for months. Desperately lonely without the companionship of her boyfriend and his mutt, who just had to go under with him.
She was shocked and terrified by how much she missed everything, from the obnoxious babbling of his voice that she secretly found adorable, to the awestruck look in his eyes when he watched her devour whatever concoction he’d mixed up her. She’d never admit it, but she loved his cooking.
Work became her distraction, the place she’d hide in to escape her disturbing quiet and empty apartment, so that one day when a scrap of paper landed on her desk, Kensi jumped, staring up at a smirking Granger.
“Only use that once,” Granger said, nodding towards the paper which Kensi now noted had a phone number written carefully on it.
“Or?” She lifted the paper, barely daring to believe that it actually was the thing she’d been wishing for.
“Or I won’t be able to protect either of you from Henrietta.” Granger grunted, tapping the surface of her desk, turning away. “Good luck, Blye. He should be back soon.” He left then, only nodding when she thanked him and dashed past him out the doors to the mission.
Slumping against the wall outside, Kensi shakily removed her phone from her jeans pocket, pressing the buttons to dial the mysterious number with trepidation and longing.
Her fingers were trembling when she lifted the phone to her ear, heart pounding out of her chest, but she immediately stilled, a delighted smile breaking over her face when a familiar drawl came from the phone.
“There you are, Kensalina. I was worried Granger hadn’t given you the number."