The night before they leave, Marty takes over packing from Kensi. "Let's just say, you're not amazing at this."

"Fine, whatever." She lounges in the chair and plays a game on her tablet.

He carefully packs all their souvenirs and hats and gifts.

Since he's not using his cane now, they don't get the upgrade coming home. He takes his pills again but doesn't fall asleep immediately this time. The seats aren't nearly as easy to nod off in, he thinks. Also he's been titrating his dose as he's supposed to, his pain is down, he's practically a new man. He's not quite his old self, but he can see that guy at the end of the tunnel.

"So," Kensi says. "I kinda can't wait to get home. And have more sex."

"You sound like a 15 year old," he says. "Still, clearly a sign we're definitely dating and doing it well. Successful vacation? I think so."

"We're doing it well, I don't know about the relationship part." She fakes a smile like she's trying to be reassuring. It's an adorable attempt.

"How are we doing dating badly? I feel confident. We got this. We've argued. We've made up. We spent hours together, days even. We bought a lot of gifts for others and things for ourselves directly from the Native Americans who made those things and saw some incredibly amazing dances that we were invited to watch -"

"Do not disagree," Kensi says. "I told you Anadarko was a good choice."

"We didn't actually argue about that, I mean, I never said there was anything wrong with Anadarko or any part of your plan."

"I just wanted to note," she says. "See, we're kinda arguing now."

"But not really. And if it escalates, you can think about how I'm still alive or we can have make up sex." He takes her hand in his. He may not have fallen asleep this time, but he's still feeling really calm about everything.

"Weren't you the one who said that's going to wear off?" She squeezes his hand, though.

"I did. So we'll do something else. And I am pretty sure the sex will never wear off," he says.

She laughs. "So we're doing this," she says.

"We're rocking this," he says.

Back in LA, he insists they go to Julia's first. "A man needs his dog. He needs his stalwart companion."

"More than his girlfriend," Kensi says, grinning.

"I miss Monty," he says. Monty missed him, bless him. He comes running out of the house and if he were bigger and younger, he would have tackled Marty to the ground. But Marty is strong and instead they meet in the middle. There is much hugging (Marty) and licking (Monty) and barking (both).

Kensi drives them both to his house. She stands in the door. "Want me to stay?"

"Do you want to stay?"

"If you want me to," she says. "I mean, it's been two weeks putting up with each other."

"I like putting up with you," he says.

"Good," she says. "But I am going home. I am not going to unpack right away. Maybe not for days."

He shudders and then kisses her goodbye.

"So we went to Oklahoma," Marty says to Monty. "It was pretty good. And I'm just a month, two maybe, away from being a fully functioning cop." Monty barks. "But yeah, first we take you for a walk."