After intense weeks in Moscow, Harry finally had a moment of calm in his life of covert operations. Back in London, in his house, he allowed himself to relax. The watch on his wrist read midnight, but the time difference between England and Los Angeles kept him perfectly in sync with the person he was eager to talk to.
His phone vibrated on the table next to the leather chair. It was a message from Kensi Blye.
Kensi: "Hey, soldier. How are things on the dark side of the world? 🌍"
Harry smiled. Ever since they met in Los Angeles during their mission with the NCIS team, the two had been exchanging messages and, when they could, video calling. The chemistry they had felt at that dinner had not faded with the distance. On the contrary, it seemed to grow with each conversation.
Harry: "All quiet here. Just saving the world as usual. What's up, Detective?"
Kensi: "You know... Los Angeles is always hectic. But nothing as exciting as you taking on terrorists in Moscow. I have to admit I miss the dinner we had. I don't meet many guys who wear a Patek Philippe and disarm terrorists like it's second nature."
Harry chuckled to himself, remembering how impressed Kensi had been that night. Despite her tough agent demeanor, she had a soft and charming side that drew him in deeply.
Harry: "It was a good night, wasn't it? The food was great, but the company was even better. I'm starting to think we need to do it again... soon."
Kensi: "If it were up to me, that could happen soon. I'm seriously considering taking a few days off. Maybe London? 👀"
Harry raised an eyebrow, surprised and excited by her suggestion. The idea of seeing her in London, away from the pressures of their respective careers, seemed tempting.
Harry: "London would be amazing. I can take you to see places that tourists don't know about. Or we can do something more relaxed... no secret missions, no rushing around."
Kensi: "Hmm... that sounds perfect. And I'd love to see what life is like for 'Harry Potter, the Ghost' outside of missions. I bet you have some great stories."
Their exchange of messages was interrupted by a video call. Harry saw Kensi's familiar face appear on the screen, her eyes shining with the same intensity he remembered.
"Hey, Ghost," she said with a teasing smile.
"Hi, Kensi," he replied, settling back in his chair. "How are things over there? You seem great."
Kensi smiled in a shy way, something Harry hadn't seen yet.
"Well, except for the fact that I'm on a wild goose chase here in L.A. without you to help me..." she joked, making Harry laugh. "But I miss you. I mean, talking to you." Harry nodded slightly, feeling the same.
"Trust me, the feeling is mutual. But you're always in my messages, so I'm not that far away, right?"
Kensi laughed.
"Okay, you're right. But it's not the same as seeing you face to face. London is definitely on my agenda. I promise that as soon as I have some free time, I'll be there."
"I'll be waiting. Maybe we can explore more than just fancy restaurants this time."
They continued talking, their voices soft, comfortable and familiar. For Harry, these small interactions with Kensi were a relief amidst the chaos he usually faced. And for Kensi, Harry was the perfect combination of mystery and strength, something she didn't find easily.
After a few more minutes of laughter and relaxed conversation, Kensi looked directly at the camera, her eyes shining with a sincerity that surprised Harry.
"You know, Harry, I really like you."
He was silent for a brief second before responding with a slight smile.
— I really like you too, Kensi.
The call ended with promises of new conversations and, perhaps soon, a reunion in London.
As he hung up, Harry was thoughtful. The life he led was complex, but for some reason, Kensi seemed to fit perfectly into it, even with all the complications that would arise.
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