A/N Thanks so much for all the alerts and reviews! This is the end of this story but I'm working on the sequel to "The Promise". The first chapter should be up in a few days.

Epilogue

Two Weeks Later

What would she do without him? He had been absolutely amazing the last two weeks. He had stayed with her at the hospital (as much as Hetty would allow) and had kept her mind busy when she was in her room, playing games and talking about strange unlikely scenarios in the vast universe that only his mind could conjure up. He also walked with her around the hospital when the doctor told her she needed to get up and start moving.

When he brought her home, he had stayed with her and taken care of everything. He cooked meals for her, he helped her exercise and had even helped her shower and get dressed. It had been awkward at first but he made sure she was completely covered and would turn his head away when she was not. Hetty had given him a few days off in order to make sure Kensi was following doctor's orders and to help her regain her independence.

The headaches and dizziness were almost gone now and she was surprised by how much she hurt in other ways. Ways that were not physical. Now that she was able to take care of herself, he would be leaving and that thought hurt more than her injuries ever had.

They had not discussed the closeness they had seemed to gain just before she had been injured. All of his energy seemed to be focused on getting her back on her feet for which she was extremely grateful. But… she wanted her Deeks back. The one who flirted with her constantly. The one who would have never passed up the many opportunities he had been given recently to make suggestive comments about her state of undress or the fact that they had been 'sleeping together' again. He hadn't flirted with her at all during the entire two weeks.

She missed him. Even though he was never more than ten feet away from her all day.

The first night she was home, he had been prepared to sleep on her couch. He got her ready for bed and carefully pulled the blanket up over her shoulders. When she realized he was about to leave she asked, "Where are you going?"

"Don't worry, I'm not leaving. I'll be out here on the couch. Just yell if you need me."

"Deeks, that couch is too small for me to sleep on which means it is much too small for you."

"It's fine Kens. I'd rather sleep there than on the floor."

"That's not what I'm saying. Just… get in the bed."

"What? This bed?"

"Do you see another one around here anywhere?"

"Well… no."

"I promise I won't bite. It's not like we haven't shared a bed before."

"I know… I just…"

She heard him sigh then reply softly, "Okay, I'll be right back."

He evidently was gone a long time because she fell asleep before he came back. When she awoke the next morning, he was indeed in the bed with her but he was as far away as he could get and there was a pillow between them. She much preferred waking up in his arms but he had made sure it couldn't happen. He continued the same process every night.

Something had to give. The daily routine was comfortable and the conversations were almost normal but there was tension there also. She couldn't let him leave without finding out what was wrong.

This was his last night here with her. Tomorrow he would go back to work and leave her alone during the day. She was sure he would check in on her afterward but it wouldn't be the same. He wouldn't be spending the night.

They had just finished a meal he had cooked that would have made Martha Stewart jealous. He continued to surprise her every day and every day she fell further in love with him.

Deeks was quiet and conversation was a bit thin as he cleaned up her kitchen after dinner. She sat on the couch with the TV on but she wasn't watching it. She was watching him. After a few minutes she decided the look she had been seeing in his eyes repeatedly was that of sadness and she couldn't stand it any longer.

"Deeks, come here. I can finish that later," she all but ordered.

"Right. I'll come back in a week and the dishes will still be in the sink. I know how it works around here," he teased as he kept on cleaning.

"Seriously, that can wait. We need to talk."

'And there it is,' he thought. The Talk. The one he had been dreading now for two weeks. The one where she says, 'This can't work so let's not even bother trying.' He knew it was coming and had tried to distance himself to keep it from hurting so much.

It hadn't worked.

She hadn't mentioned the moment in the boatshed when they held hands. It almost seemed as if she was afraid of the consequences of even their usual physical contact. A day rarely went by that she didn't touch his arm or pat him on the back until now. She had seemed skittish so he had stayed away, or had at least tried to.

But the more time he spent with her, the more in love with her he became. How on earth was he going to be able to continue to be her partner and nothing more? His heart was breaking as he dried his hands and walked slowly to the couch. He sat at the opposite end and looked away from her, waiting for the bomb she was about to detonate in his soul.

"Deeks, please tell me what's wrong? You haven't been yourself lately and I can't help but think you're upset with me."

He jerked his head towards her and quickly replied, "No Kens, I'm not upset with you at all. You've been great, really."

"Then why are you so sad?" she asked reaching for his hand.

This was why he had been so careful not to touch her. The jolt of electricity that raced through him just made it that much more difficult to let her go. "I'm… I'm not sad. Why do you think I'm sad?"

She squeezed his hand and said softly, "Because you don't joke with me much, you haven't flirted with me since you brought me home and… and you don't touch me. It's like I've got the plague or something."

He swallowed hard and was immediately angry with himself. "I'm so sorry I made you feel that way," he said frowning as he scooted closer and reached up to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "It's not you Kens. I just want… I just wish…" He couldn't finish. When he finally looked into her eyes he found himself drowning in them. He couldn't look away. He didn't want to look away.

"What do you wish?" she whispered as she leaned closer.

His heart was racing and the words came out in a soft whisper before he could stop them.

"I wish you were mine."

She almost stopped breathing. The shocked look on her face must have scared him because he started to back away. She didn't think, she just did what her heart had wanted her to do for a long time. She pulled him toward her with one hand and reached around his neck with the other and kissed him softly.

He was dreaming. This had to be a dream. Was his partner really kissing him? After a few seconds of initial shock he finally responded to the kiss. It was soft and sweet and… perfect. It was everything he ever dreamed it would be and so much more.

She broke the kiss and looked up into his beautiful blue eyes and said, "I am yours Marty and I have been for a long time."

He pulled her close and cupped her cheek in his hand as he kissed her again but this time he told her everything he was feeling without words. He was shaking when he finally pulled back. "Is this really happening?" he asked smiling.

"Yes, I think it is."

"Well, I would say it's about time but that might kill the mood," he said grinning.

She couldn't help but laugh.

"There's my guy!" she said as she kissed him again.

He deepened the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body to his.

When they finally, reluctantly broke apart he said,

"And there's my girl!"

The End (Please review!)