A/N: Well folks, it's back to the grind tomorrow. I thought I'd upload the final chapter to keep us all going this week! Here's hoping your new year is off to a great start! Enjoy!

Something was bothering Deeks as he and Kensi searched Brett and Paulina's dining room for clues. It had wormed its way into his brain and would not get out. He turned and let his gaze roam up and down his partner's body. Where the hell had she hidden her weapon?

Kensi caught him staring and was none too happy about it. "Why are you staring at me?" she hissed. "We're supposed to be married. Husbands don't stare at their wives!"

Apparently there were a lot of rules about marriage that no one had bothered to tell him. "Just trying to figure out where you hid your gun," he cocked his head, his eyes still looking for a suspicious bulge indicating the location of her service weapon.

"Can you do it without staring?" she asked in exasperation.

Try as he might he couldn't find anything out of place although there was plenty to see in all the right places. "You are carrying, right?" he asked.

"Of course I am-"

"Then where are you carrying?!" It was driving him crazy.

She moved toward him and he cringed expecting physical harm of some sort. Instead she grabbed his face and kissed him. Hard.

His eyes went wide in surprise as her mouth crashed against his, her lips soft, moving against his own. His girl was a good kisser. Before he had time to react Brett and Paulina were back and Kensi was pulling away. It left him reeling, barely able to breathe. One thing was for certain; being married to Kensi Blye was proving to be more challenging than he'd thought.

The dust settled on their neighborhood gun battle and they headed back to the house to pack up their things. Kensi winced as she pulled off her boot. "Ouch," she said softly. The wound had bled through the bandage, a result of their harrowing escape she was sure.

"Hey sweetie have you seen my-" Deeks stopped as he entered the master bedroom. "Ow. That looks like it hurts."

"I'm fine Deeks," she said as she gingerly pulled off the dressing.

"Um…bleeding is not fine, in fact, it's the opposite of fine," he told her, joining her on the bed. "Let me see."

"Deeks-"

"Kensi, let me see," he insisted, swinging her legs around so her back rested against the headboard.

He examined her foot before reaching for the first aid kit she'd retrieved from the bathroom. "It's not too deep. Probably doesn't need stitches."

"Which I already determined myself," Kensi told him.

"Would you relax and let someone take care of you for once?" he asked, uncapping the antiseptic. "This is going to sting."

She grimaced as he cleaned out the cut. "So, you ready to talk about that kiss now?" he asked, keeping his eyes on his work.

Kensi sighed. "Oh my god, would you let it go?"

"Not until you explain yourself," he said cheekily, grabbing a clean piece of gauze from the kit. "What exactly was going on in your head Agent Blye when you decided to have your way with me in the neighbors' dining room?"

"Deeks-"

"It's okay. I mean, maybe it was the mojitos, maybe I just looked a little irresistible in the outfit Hetty picked out for me…"

"Yeah it was the outfit," Kensi told him with a roll of her eyes. "We were undercover Deeks. It was the only thing that came to me in the moment. It was fake, just like everything else this week."

"But…you liked it a little bit right?"

"Are you serious?"

"Because I've been told things about my kissing so if you had some residual feelings as a result I would understand."

"You…you are just…" Kensi sputtered and couldn't come up with any words, so she simply got off the bed and walked toward the closet. "It's a good thing we're going home tonight."

"Why, because my kisses make you want to do things?"

"No, because if we had to stay here one more night I might murder you in your sleep."

They headed back to the office and an hour of paperwork later the case was closed and Hetty was sending them home.

"Ugh, I am ready for my own bed," Kensi said as she and Deeks walked out the door.

"Yeah so you can take up the whole thing leaving no room for anyone else," Deeks teased.

She punched him in the arm. "You know with an attitude like that you'd be sleeping on the couch tonight Hubby."

"Well then it's a good thing we're going back to our own corners," Deeks told her. "Because I could use a night's sleep without the snoring."

"And I could use a night's sleep without your icy feet touching my legs," Kensi shot back.

"Well then I guess this is good night," Deeks told her.

"I guess so."

He started to walk away. Kensi hesitated and then called after him. "Deeks!"

She waited for him to turn back. "If I had to go undercover with anybody, I'm glad it was you," she told him.

He smiled. "Me too. I'll see you tomorrow."

Kensi drove herself home and dragged her suitcase inside intending to deal with it later. A cursory search of the fridge revealed some left-over Chinese take-out. She sniffed it once and then tossed it, opting instead for crackers and peanut butter. She ate her snack quickly and then got ready for bed. "Oh, I've missed you," she sighed into her pillow as she lay down, a smile on her lips as she waited for sleep to come.

She was still waiting two hours later. Kensi sighed and rolled over for what felt like the hundredth time, staring at the ceiling. The bed was cold and she couldn't get comfortable. Try as she might she felt wide awake. A glance at the clock told her it was almost 1:30.

Kensi exhaled loudly and sat up. Biting her lip she reached for her phone, hesitated, and then picked it up hitting number one on her speed dial. Deeks answered after the first ring. "Kensi?"

"Hey, you're awake."

"Yeah, yeah I am. Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm good. What are you doing?"

"Nothing much," he said vaguely. "You?"

"Nothing much," she echoed.

There was silence for a moment. "You get dinner?" Deeks finally asked.

"Peanut butter crackers."

"Chinese take-out was too old?"

She smiled. He knew her well. "Definitely."

Silence again. "Well, I should let you get some sleep," Deeks told her. "I'll see you in the morning."

"No, Deeks, wait!" Kensi said quickly.

"Yeah?"

She hesitated. "I um, I-"

"Kensi-"

She let out a sigh. "Never mind, it's late, you're tired-"

"Kensi!"

"What?"

"Go to the door."

"What?"

There was a soft knock and Kensi was so startled she nearly dropped the phone. Pushing the covers off slowly, she stood and padded toward her front door. Pulling it open she found Deeks in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. He shrugged. "I couldn't sleep either."

Kensi stared at him. "Can I come in?" he asked tentatively.

Kensi backed up and let him inside, locking the door behind him. "We're just going to sleep," she warned.

Deeks held up his hands. "I know."

"And I get the right side."

"Whatever you say Sugarbear."

She held his gaze a moment longer. "Okay."

"Okay."

They climbed into Kensi's bed and she turned out the light. She could feel Deeks breathing against her body and she smiled. "Night Deeks."

"Night Kens."

A/N: I just love the idea that the two of them can't sleep without each other after this episode. I'm convinced this is really where things start to come together for them. It remains my favorite episode (other than "Humbug" of course because obviously). Also, fun fact, my favorite line that I have ever written was in this fic in the third chapter where Deeks says "Your mouth says no but your eyes say murder." It just sounded so Deeks when I wrote it and I think it sort of sums up their whole relationship. Anywho any last reviews would be appreciated!