The sun beat hot on her body. Her head was spinning from the combination of the heat and minimal water. Turk was kind enough to give her what he had left, but she needed to sparingly share it between her and Deeks. He was so heavy, but she kept her strength. She felt frustrated, angry, sad, but most of all scared. Scared that he wouldn't wake up, scared that the cartel would find them, scared she would never see her teammates again, and scared they'd never be able to make up from their argument in the parking garage. She tried to make jokes, tried to entice him with the promise of desert sex, tried to stay strong, when all she wanted to do was collapse from exhaustion and pain. She dug deep in her soul to muster the strength to keep going. She knew she couldn't stay in one place for long. His weight was nearly double hers, and being unconscious made him heavier. Finally she found a place of solace. An abandoned church she could rest and regain her strength. She didn't know how she made it there. Miles through the terrain, she couldn't control her tears. They poured out of her brown eyes, rolling down her blood stricken face. She begged him to wake up. Begged God to help him wake up. She needed him. She wanted to make things better with him. They couldn't end this way. She promised herself she'd make every effort to make him happy if he'd just open those baby blues. She realized in that moment that as much as she loved her job, she loved him more. She laid there as the sunset began to darken the room and talked to him about their wedding on the beach. She chastised him for being so muscular, which made him heavier. She told him, she could keep going, but she needed him to wake up, to tell her everything was going to be alright, most of all, that they were going to be alright.

Her body finally won over her mind and she drifted to sleep. Cradling over him to keep him warm. She was burning up from the heat, but knew he was close to going into shock. If he didn't wake soon, she was frightened he never would. She felt him stir beneath him. The sun had finally settled. He was moaning something about the baby, She couldn't quite make out.

"—-

"How is he?" His elated voice rang through the bedroom. He laid his head on her belly, feeling his little boy kick.

"Maybe he'll be a soccer player," Kensi beamed.

Everything he wanted was coming true before his eyes. The room began spinning and Kensi began bleeding. Blood was everywhere. He couldn't stop it, he couldn't move. A flash of light and the memory was gone.

Deeks, open your eyes. I need you to open your eyes," she kept pleading with him.

"Where's the baby?" He panicked feeling Kensi's tone belly.

His body was tensing. He couldn't quite get his eyes to open fully, even though he thought they were open. Finally he regained consciousness. He saw Kensi stained with blood, not fully remembering what happened. He tried to joke, which relieved Kensi. He just wanted to see her smile. In her smile, he was home. The pain was gone and the only feeling he knew was pure love.

She was a bit intrigued by his dream. "Tell me more about the baby?"

"You really looked beautiful. We were so happy. Our little boy was going to be born soon."

"Boy?" She inquired.

"It was a boy growing inside your belly."

"I thought you were hoping for a girl?"

"Either would be amazing, but then the baby was gone," he began to be sad.

She stopped questioning but he went on.

"Your belly was flat, and then I woke up and saw you all bloody."

"I'm sorry baby, you should rest a little now. We need to move again soon."

—

She woke him again when it was time to move. He sat up and felt like he was going to vomit. The room was dancing in circles around him. The perks of moonlight hurt when they hit his eyes. He knew she was right, they had to keep moving.

A man appeared and called his wife to help them, so he said. Instead they wanted to turn them in for the bounty on their heads.

Another crack to the head by someone who wanted to gain from the unfortunate events in saving Mosley's son. The lights went black again.

—-

"I'll get him, you rest." Deeks kissed his wife's forehead. "You did enough work."

His son was perfect. Wrapped in a blue blanket only wearing a fresh diaper. His wife delivered their baby at home as she intended to do. Her strength amazed him. She was so strong. She carried this perfect human in her body for nine months and delivered him free of drugs. The labor was intense but only lasted four hours. She rested as he tended to their child.

He cradled their son as he brought him to his mom. "Thank you." He told her as he handed her their perfect creation.

Again, as quickly as he was there in the happiest moment of his life, he was swept into nothingness. Pitch black surrounded him as he searched for Kensi and their son. The only thing he could see was emptiness. His head was pounding. All he could feel was the spinning sensation around him.

—-

She knew she had to get him to the hospital. She had no problem pushing the dead woman and half dead man out of the car. They tried to take them to their certain deaths and she was damned if she was going to let their story end that way. She got him to the hospital, where he began to get the treatment he needed. She didn't leave his side once they got on the helicopter. The team stabilized him and the Medevac unit was ordered by Hetty to have one seat available for her. She held his hand the entire flight to the Naval hospital. She was exhausted, but refused to rest until he was situated in his new hospital room. She paced as he went for tests, cursing herself for the words she said to him before they headed on this hellish mission. She thought about his dream and smile came over her lips. She had hoped that meant he still wanted to marry her, but she was so unsure. She hoped one day she could give him the child he desperately desired. He returned still unconscious, she curled up beside him and slept.

—-

His head was still pounding. He could hear the beeps of the machines. He looked around and realized he was finally in the hospital.

"Hey," he woke her and looked at her, "Hi"

"Hey, anything hurt, do you need anything?"

"I could use an aspirin like the size of a basketball."

"Sure," she smiled.

Their eyes said everything, no words were needed. They could see each other's souls, but he needed to say them. She attempted to stop him before he began.

"Just get some rest,"

"No, Listen I need to be with you. I was I was wrong. I want,I want to marry you and if you marry me I swear to God, I'll give you everything I have in this life."

"I love you so much." She kissed him gently.

"I don't want to do this without you " he continued on.

"I will give you everything I have in this life," she repeated his words.

Something inside her changed at that moment, more than she had ever known. Their lives were crazy, they did so much good, but her life was nothing without him.

—-

She was finally able to bring him home. He had spent three weeks in the hospital monitoring his concussion and being scanned for any additional bleeds. He was anxious to get back home and into his own bed.

"How would you like to celebrate my homecoming?" Deeks eyed his fiancé.

"Your still supposed to be taking it easy. The doctor said at least two more weeks before returning to semi normal activity. And Another month before even considering full duty work."

"We could go to the beach. Some fresh air would be good for you."

"That sounds amazing." He kissed her sweetly.

It had been A long six weeks for Kensi. Working and making sure Deeks was following orders. In two weeks he could return to light duty, so she wouldn't spend the day worrying because she'd be able to check in on him even if she was in the field.

Callen still hadn't been cleared for full work, Deeks had been called by Whiting again, leaving Sam and Kensi to partner up again. The day was stressful for both Deeks and Kensi. They met at the beach to unwind.

"I'm so sorry you had a rough day. I missed you."

"Whiting told me to tell you she's sorry she had to drag me away again."

"If she was so sorry, she'd stop dragging you away."

"Touché. Let's go home," he said still seemingly distracted.

"Is there anything I can do to help you unwind," she whispered in his ear when they arrived back at their place.

"I can think of a few things," he smiled. "Now that I've been fully cleared for active duty."

—-

Two more months past, it was October now. The fall air in LA was crisp and cool. Sam and Kensi were still the most well off of the four. They still continued working on the cases that were most pressing. Callen finally got cleared to be back in full swing. He was anxious to get back in the saddle. Once again the broken band was back together.

Kensi woke up to a text. They were needed in OPS ASAP. She wasn't feeling right this morning. She assumed the months had finally caught up to her. She didn't realize she had missed her pills while on the mission in Mexico. His recovery in the hospital, didn't give her much time to think. The last few months had been so intense, it was the last thing on her mind. She felt nauseated and dizzy. She hadn't really let herself recover as she tended to his needs while trying to work. Things were finally somewhat normal at work. Today's early morning call was in regards to a new lead on the Patton Project. Although the team was finally puzzled back together, Management was still a mess, but it didn't stop their work. Hetty was in and out on trips to Washington. Mosley was all but fired, being out on unpaid leave due to the mess she created. The team had a new ally helping, but he was more legal than anything. Kensi was unsure what to do. A flash came across her mind, Was she pregnant? Could she be this quick? Deeks noticed she was a bit off this morning?

"Are you ok, princess?"

"Ya, I just think the past months are catching up to me. Maybe my adrenaline fatigue."

"Listen, we can make this a guys day if you need to rest. No one will blame you Kens. You're the only one who didn't take any time off. You tended to me, worked and dealt with a huge chunk of the investigation. "You need to rest. I promise to call you if we need any help."

She knew Deeks was right. She didn't take any time off. Maybe she was just exhausted. Reluctantly, she agreed. Mostly for the fact that if she was pregnant, Deeks would never forgive her if she risked their baby for this job. She wouldn't forgive herself either.

After Deeks left, Kensi's phone rang almost as if someone was watching, waiting for him to leave.

"Hello,"

"Good morning Miss Blye. Needing a sick day today?"

"Hetty, how did you know that? Deeks literally just left."

"Haven't you figured out by now, I know everything." Kensi could hear a tone of laughter on the other end of the line.

"Is it ok? I know this is a huge important case."

"You made a huge impact on this case once, I think the boys can handle it without you for a day. There may be something bigger going on with you as well, that's a huge deal."

"Hetty?" She questioned.

"Don't worry, I will not say anything until you know for sure. And with that said, I have set you up an appointment with the highest regarded midwife in the nation. Your appointment is at 11. Enough time for you to get a little more rest."

"Shouldn't I tell Deeks?"

"I suggest you confirm it first. We wouldn't want our boy disappointed if it's not the case."

Hetty was definitely correct. All the visions of her being pregnant during his concussion. The same dream plagued him night after night.

"I have some other news for you as well. I have been offered to move up the food chain and take over the EAD position. I accepted on a year to year basis, knowing I am going to have to finally retire one of these days. This gives them time to find a suitable EAD, my hand gets to be in every candidate, so not to put this team I created in unnecessary peril ever again."

"Hetty, that's great. But what about your position."

"Well, Miss Blye, it appears Director Vance and I have had some common thoughts over the past year. Your work has not gone unnoticed and it seems our Dear Granger, I miss that man,"she sighed briefly, "our dear Granger had contacted The Director shortly before he passed recommending you, when I finally hung up my gear. That day has come and if you are interested, the position is yours. You will be able to still do the job you love and be safe for your family."

"Hetty, I don't know what to say."

"Go to your appointment, talk to Mr Deeks. You have til the end of the week to make a decision. Although, I feel it's already been made."

Tears were forming in the agents eyes. She was nervous and excited. She loved working with Deeks, but they'd find a new way to work together, being parents. She was afraid to get her hopes up. She laid back down, but couldn't rest. Her head was forming all the possibilities of their future. Although, it wasn't the way she would have planned, she was beginning to feel elated. She just hoped it was actually real. Not being able to sleep, she showered and got dressed. She had time to run to the store and home before her appointment. She looked up to the sky, "I know I've exceeded my pleads with you over the last few must, but please let this be real." She could already see the excitement in Deeks eyes. She stomach felt like a million butterflies were swirling in unison.

"You must be a very special lady," the midwife entered. "Henrietta only calls in her favors with me for the most important people in her life."

Kensi blushed. "I appreciate you getting me in at the last minute. I had no idea."

"Don't worry, Henrietta filled me in. You have nothing to be nervous about."

"Nervous? Im scared to death."

The lady laughed. She was younger than Hetty, but older than Kensi's mother. Maybe in her early 60s kensi surmised. She was caring and gentle with every touch. She finished her exam and told Kensi to sit tight. Her assistant rolled in a small machine with a computer monitor attached. It reminded Kensi of the wondertwins. How they would tell her the machine was too outdated and they would find a better option. She wondered if the dynamic she had with her team would change drastically being their boss. Then she thought about Hetty, and knew she could still have a family relationship with them. They were already a well oiled machine that could continue on together as one.

"This is going to be cold," the assistant said squirting gel onto Kensi's belly.

"Wait? Does this mean I'm," she paused.

"Yes, your pregnant. And we are going to take a look at your little person right now," the midwife informed her.

Kensi laid her head back, unsure of what she was feeling. The assistant turned the monitor towards her and showed her a shot of her unborn child. She gasped. Immediately she was in love. She touched the screen. "My baby."

"You're almost 8 weeks Kensi. That's a little further than I would have liked to start younon vitamins, but it shouldn't be a problem. Everything looks to be developing nicely. I would put your due date around May 29th, give or take a few days since you cannot tell me the day of your last menstrual cycle."

"I'm sorry about that. With my job, I," Kensi couldn't discuss national security obviously. Her midwife placed her hand on Kensi's shoulder.

"I understand. I've known Henrietta a long time," she winked. "Do you have any other questions before you go. I left a prescription for vitamins and your baby's first photo at check out for you. I need to see you back in four weeks. Congratulations Ms Blye."

"Thank you," she exhaled long and hard. She couldn't believe what was happening. She drove home in a fog. Deeks had texted her to see how she was feeling and let her know they'd be done early this afternoon.

She decided to attempt grilled cheese again. This made her quite nervous after the last attempt. She took Deeks' advice and made it the way he suggested. He also had swore he'd never criticize her grilled cheese again as well, so she felt pretty safe. She set the table and placed an envelope up against the glass at his seat. She paced the room. She couldn't sit, she was so anxious to share the news. She couldn't believe they were having a baby. After their fight in the garage, to his near death in Mexico, to finally setting a date for their wedding, to her promotion, It was a whirlwind but she was happy.

He came through the door as Kensi was standing in the kitchen. He saw dinner ready and called to her. "Kens"

"Hi baby," she said softly. "I made grilled cheese. Hopefully the way you like it."

"Well, I promised I'd never criticize it again, I'm sure it's perfect." He sat at the table admiring the effort his fiancé put forth. "Are you feeling better?" He motioned to join him.

She looked down. She couldn't believe how nervous she was. She knew he'd be elated about the first part and hoped he'd be happy and supportive of the second.

He noticed the envelope right away. "Baby what's this?"

"Open it."

He eyed her and then the grilled cheese. He wasn't sure what to think. "Kensi your freaking me out." He said opening the envelope. He pulled out the picture which looked like a blob to him. "What is this baby? Is it a tumor? Are you dying, baby you can't die, we haven't got married yet," his words were rambling with panic.

"No babe, I'm not dying. I don't think your little mutant ninja assassin would appreciate being called a tumor."

"What?" He looked shocked. "What did you say?"

She took his hands. They were shaking. She placed them on her stomach. "Daddy, I'd like to introduce you to your baby."

Deeks just started at Kensi in awe. He was frozen with shock. He couldn't form words.

"Deeks? Are you ok?" She began to get worried.

He moved his hands and grabbed her face and began kissing her. He stopped and looked her in the eyes, "are you sure. A baby."

"Yes Deeks, I'm sure."

"How long have you known? I would have went with you."

"I actually had no idea until this morning. After you left Hetty called and said she had everything arranged."

"Hetty? You told Hetty before me?" He looked a tad bit disappointed.

"I didn't tell her anything Deeks, its Hetty,"

Deeks nodded knowing she was right. Hetty has a way of knowing things before they did themselves. "Baby what about work, your job, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose. The wedding, oh baby."

"Babe, babe relax."

"Kens,"

"Relax. There's more. When Hetty called, she told me she's no longer going to be the operations manager."

"Well that makes it easier. I don't know if I can handle another Mosley."

"Can you handle a Kensi?"

He looked at her in more confusion. "Maybe my brain bleed is coming back?"

Kensi shook her head. "Hetty said her and director Vance have been discussing it for a while and granger recommended me before he passed.

"Baby that's amazing!"

"Are you ok with it, I mean I wouldn't have to go into the field unless absolutely necessary. I'd still be working for NCIS."

"Are you kidding me, I couldn't be happier. This is everything I've dreamed of. And when Insay that I literally had those visions while unconscious."

"Your such an idiot. Can you handle me being your boss? At least until the bar is finished."

"I mean you pretty much are as it is right," he laughed. "This is the best day of my life, but wait the wedding."

"We can still get married as planned Deeks. Everything is set, you just can't get me sloppy drunk. I might have to have my dress taken out a bit, but it'll be fine. As long as you don't tell me I'm really fat again."

"Never. You'll look amazing. Even better than you would have. Absolutely beautiful." He said kissing her. "Thank you baby, thank you for giving me this. I love you so much."

"I'm pretty sure you had a hand in this too," she winked.

"You're going to be the most amazing mother in the world."

"I hope so."