A/N This is the sequel to the Promise. You should probably read the first three stories in this series to understand what's happening. The usual disclaimers apply. I only own the story and the extra characters. This chapter is short but is basically a prologue. The others will be longer. Please review!

Magical. That was the only word she could think of to describe their honeymoon. Despite his enthusiasm about the awesome surfing available to him, he had only spent a couple of hours one morning actually riding the waves. The rest of the time they had spent together. They had done some sightseeing, a little shopping, and even went dancing one evening… for a little while. The rest of the time had been spent in bed.

During the times they were out of their room, it was obvious to everyone who saw them that they were newlyweds. He was totally captivated by her and it was rare when they weren't holding hands or his arm wasn't around her. They weren't one of those couples that make you want to gag because they are practically making out in public. They were the ones you can't take your eyes off of because the love and respect for one another is so evident. They were oblivious to the stares and smiles from others. This was their time. Time to enjoy one another without worrying about chasing bad guys, and time to push away all thoughts of the responsibilities and challenges to come.

They had agreed before they boarded the plane that all discussions about work, co-workers, babies and housing were on hold for the entire week. At first it had been hard to do but by the time they finally fell asleep after spending their first day in bed, they found it easier. The only time the baby was mentioned was when Kensi put on her bikini to go to the beach.

"I can't go out there looking like this!" she exclaimed looking in the mirror.

"Like what? A beautiful goddess?" he asked moving up and wrapping his arms around her from behind. He kissed her neck and shoulder and felt a shiver run through her.

"I look fat and… and… pregnant!"

He looked at her in the mirror and removed his hands to look at her tiny baby bump. "Kens, you look like you just ate a cheeseburger! You do not look fat and you definitely do not look pregnant!"

She smiled up at him and rubbed her tummy.

He put his hands on top of hers and whispered in her ear, "But… if you're that worried about it, we can always stay here… in our room… in bed." He trailed kisses down her neck and felt his insatiable desire for her burning through him again.

She turned to face him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Beach first, then we'll come back here…"

He smiled and groaned playfully. They made their way to the beach and actually lay on their blanket for almost a full hour before they hurried back to their room.

Deeks was in heaven. His dreams had come true and all because of the beautiful woman who lay in his arms. The time away had been just what they needed to put the past behind them and get ready to move forward with their life together. He couldn't help but smile as he kissed the top of her sleeping head. He wondered how long it would be before she really started to show. He had noticed when she first began to pooch just a bit but hadn't mentioned it to her. He knew her body so well that he couldn't help but notice. He had heard horror stories of husbands who said the wrong thing and were banished from the bedroom for weeks at a time. He couldn't imagine that Kensi would actually do that to him but he wasn't taking any chances. He couldn't get enough of her and hoped she felt the same about him. If the amount of time they had spent in bed was any indication, he was pretty sure she did.

But it wasn't just about the sex. It was the connection they had made on a much deeper level. The one where you knew what the other was thinking. The one where you knew what the other wanted and needed. The one where your needs were not as important as theirs. He had never felt that connection with anyone in his entire life until he had met Kensi. They had reached the communication portion of this unnamed realm during the time when they were just partners and nothing more. If he was honest with himself, it was the buried feelings they had had for one another that led to the mystical silent communication between them. It wasn't until their relationship became physical that he began to feel the deeper connection and the time spent together on their honeymoon had defined it even more.

He sighed contentedly and pulled her closer to him. He reluctantly woke her up to make plans for dinner. After spending some time in the shower together they eventually got dressed to go out.

This was their last day. Tomorrow they would fly home and face reality. They had jobs to return to. They had to find a place to live and most importantly, they had to tell the team about the baby and prepare for his or her arrival.

She sighed as they sat outside at the restaurant near the beach looking out at the ocean as the sun slowly crept toward the horizon.

"Don't think about it yet Kens. We still have tonight," he said softly.

"I know. This has been so relaxing and so… perfect."

"It still is," he said holding her hand and looking into her eyes.

She smiled and kissed him lightly. "I just don't want it to end."

"It won't," he assured her. "It will be different and we'll have to deal with life as it gets thrown at us but this," he said pointing between the two of them, "This won't ever end." He leaned over and kissed her tenderly.

They finished their dinner then took a walk on the beach, holding hands, enjoying each other's company and the sound of the waves rolling in. After a few minutes he stopped and turned to face her.

"I love you Kensi," he said as he wrapped her in his arms.

She returned the embrace and reveled in the feel of his arms around her. This was their world. All three of them wrapped up together and it was perfect. She realized in that moment, that no matter where they were or what was happening in their life, they would be in it together. It was the true meaning of 'for better or for worse'.

"And I love you," she whispered then kissed him gently. "Let's go spend the rest of our honeymoon doing what we do best," she whispered seductively.

"You want to spend the rest of the night, eating Twinkies and arguing about what to watch on TV?" he asked grinning. Before she could reply he gave her a kiss that left no doubt in her mind that he knew exactly what she had meant.

They walked back to their hotel and made excellent use of the time they had left alone together. Often during the next few weeks, their minds would come back to this time when everything was perfect and uncomplicated. They would use it as an escape from the firestorm that was brewing back home. A firestorm that would test their loyalty to their jobs and to their NCIS family.

A firestorm started by none other than Owen Granger.