The weeks Kensi had spent in London with Harry had been like a dream. They had explored the city, laughed together, dined in luxurious restaurants and also shared simpler moments, like long walks through the gardens of Harry's mansion. She was still getting used to the fact that her boyfriend was one of the most decorated men in the world, as well as being close to royalty. But behind all that, she knew him as Harry, the man with whom she felt comfortable and safe.
However, her time in London was coming to an end. Her leave was coming to an end, and it was time to return to Los Angeles and her responsibilities at NCIS. They both knew that eventually they would have to face the reality of distance.
On the morning of their last day, Kensi was packing her suitcase in the mansion's guest room, while Harry, sitting on the edge of the bed, watched in silence, with a slight smile on his face.
"You don't have to go, you know?" — he said, half joking, half serious.
Kensi laughed as she zipped up her suitcase.
"I'd love to stay, but my job calls me, and the team needs me."
She looked at him, realizing how much he would miss her.
"And you have your missions. The last thing I want is to get in the middle of one of your covert operations." — she finished, with a smile.
Harry stood up and pulled her close, wrapping her in his arms. He tilted his head, his intense gaze focused on her.
"You know, Kensi... London may be my base, but I'm always on the move. And I don't want the distance to be a problem for us."
Kensi stared at him, feeling the weight of his words.
"What are you trying to say?"
"I'm saying I'm going to buy a house in Los Angeles." He said it like it was the simplest thing in the world. "That way, we'll have a place to live when you're not working." And... eventually, if everything goes well, maybe one day you'll come live with me.
Kensi was speechless for a few seconds, surprised by the sudden decision, but also feeling a wave of happiness wash over her. The idea of Harry being closer was everything she wanted, but him taking the initiative to buy a house in Los Angeles made it all the more real.
"Are you serious?" she asked, grinning from ear to ear.
Harry nodded, his gaze determined.
"Completely. I don't want our relationship to be limited by distance. We can make it work, Kensi. I know we can."
Kensi felt her heart race, but in a good way. She knew that life with Harry would be full of challenges, especially because of their dangerous jobs and busy schedules. But in that moment, she felt that together, they could face anything.
She pulled him into a soft kiss, expressing how much those words meant to her. When they pulled away, Kensi looked into his eyes.
"It's okay." But I'll only live with you if I can choose the decor for the house. — she joked, winking.
Harry laughed, relieved to see that she was accepting the idea.
—Deal. I trust your good taste.
At the airport, the farewell was brief, but full of emotion. Kensi looked at Harry one last time before boarding the plane, trying to memorize every detail of his face.
—I promise it won't be long before we see each other again. — he said, holding her hands tightly.
—I'll wait for this house in Los Angeles. And, who knows, maybe I'll be ready to live with you sooner than you think. — Kensi replied, smiling.
Harry gave her a kiss, soft and long, as if he wanted that moment to be engraved in both of their memories.
—I'll miss you. — he murmured as they pulled away.
—Me too, Ghost. — Kensi said affectionately, calling him by the codename that had earned him so much respect and fear around the world.
She entered the gate and, moments later, disappeared from Harry's sight. He stood there for a moment, staring into the void where she had been, knowing that the next chapter of their lives, despite the distance, would be built together.
Back in his car, Harry was already starting to plan his next visit to Los Angeles, and, of course, the purchase of the house where, one day, he and Kensi could build a life together.