A/T: The story is based on an idea that Annajadekin had. Hope you like it!

Enjoy and as always feel free to review.

"Deeks," Kensi mumbled irritated while trying to cover her ears with her pillow.

"Deeks," she repeated after getting no response from the still heavily sleeping Deeks.

After her third attempt failed to cause any kind of response from him, she finally decided to step to phase two.

Violence.

She really didn't want to resolve to that but his snoring was getting louder by the minute.

It was already 3 a.m and she still hadn't managed to get any sleep at all.

They had been working on their last case for three days.

Three days of investigating.

Three days of interrogating.

Three days of getting barely any sleep.

As soon they finally caught their suspect, well…actually killed the suspect, and the case was closed they run to Kensi's apartment for a much needed rest.

The moment Deeks crashed on the bed, he fell into sleep. He didn't even have the energy to take off his clothes. Just his shoes.

Kensi felt tempted for a moment to strip him and pull some humiliating prank on him but unfortunately, she lacked the stamina too.

So, she just covered him with the blanket and let him rest.

Unfortunately, he didn't sound willing to let her rest.

3:30 a.m and still going strong.

That was it. She had enough. She needed some sleep too.

Frustrated and without thinking it twice she tossed her pillow and the floor and strongly elbowed him on his side.

"Ouch," he cried out "Why did you do that for?" he stood up on the bed and rubbed his aching side.

"You were snoring," she bluntly responded and turned her back on him hoping to sleep before the second round of Deeks snore began.

"No I wasn't," he laid back on the bed.

"Yes you were," Kensi looked at him with the corner of her eye. "I've warned you Deeks. Three calls! If you don't wake after three calls, I am going to use force."

"I don't treat you like that when YOU snore," he complained and turned his back on her.

"I don't snore and you know it,"

"Maybe not yet, but you do talk in your sleep,"

"I do not!" she protested clearly irritated.

"Oh no?" Deeks turned over again to face her back and whispered in her ear. "What about the time you kept moaning in you sleep while repeating over and over again my name?"

She remembered that night vividly and she was indeed dreaming of Deeks. Actually, an x-rated dream. But she would never admit it to him. She would never hear the end of it.

"No I wasn't," she just shook her head trying to hide her blush.

"Yes you were," Deeks shouted in excitement. "Why don't you just admit it. You were having a hot, steamy, sexy dream about me."

"Even if I were," Kensi rolled over to face him "which I was not, why are you bragging about it?"

Deeks looked at her confused. "What do you mean? My girlfriend was dreaming about me making love to her. Who wouldn't be excited about that?"

"You just said it Deeks. I am your girlfriend. Not some random chick you hope to score. We can have sex any time we want, wherever we want. Real, hot, steamy sex! And you stand here bragging about a simple dream?"

Her lips were so close to his he could actually taste her breath. Minty, as always. How did she do that? Even in the morning, her breath always smelled like mint.

Suddenly, he felt disorientated. He was finding it hard to look away from her face.

Her minty breath.

Her soft lips.

Her mismatching, piercing eyes.

Her intoxicating scent.

She was driving him crazy with lust.

And the worst part was that she was fully aware of the effect she had on him.

"What are you doing?" he swallowed hard.

He could feel his hard beat accelerating, his breathing was becoming uneven, his jeans were suddenly too tight.

Kensi leaned forward and slowly bit his ear while her hands moved to lower to unbuckle Deeks belt.

"I am awake and you are awake. Why talk about sex when we can just dive into action?" she whispered in his ear.

That was all the invitation he needed.

Within seconds Deeks rolling on to her and clothes were flying across the room.

Apparently, they were not going to sleep that night either.

"Are we late?" Kensi wondered as she placed her bag on her desk at the Ops.

"I don't think so," Deeks followed her move.

"Then where are Callen and Sam?" she looked around worried.

"Actually," Deeks scanned his surroundings "where is everybody?"

"Upstairs," suddenly Callen's voice was heard from the top of the stairs. "We were waiting for you."

Kensi and Deeks looked at each other worried. They both checked their phones and no one had called them in. Not to mention that Callen didn't mention the word "case".

So, if this wasn't a case then what was it? And where was everyone?

In absolute sync they run up the stairs and entered the Ops where their team had been waiting for them.

Callen, Sam, Hetty, Granger, Eric and Nell, they were all there.

But something was wrong. Usually, Eric and Nell were the ones to do the briefing in case of a new murder.

But this time, they were viewers just like the rest of team.

Something was definitely wrong.

Then, Hetty looked at Granger and he silently agreed to get started.

"Mr Beale, please secure the room," she ordered.

This was not a good sign. Whatever was going on was most likely a matter of national security.

Hetty stepped forward, took a deep breath and finally found the courage to speak.

"Last night, a flashdrive was stolen from one of my safe houses."

"What kind of flashdrive? What information did it contain?" Callen asked trying not to panic.

If Hetty was keeping something in her possession, then that meant it was extremely valuable and most likely lethal in the hands of any other man.

"I took responsibility of keeping that drive safe under my protection because it involved members of my team."

Everyone looked at each other worried. Everyone wanted to speak, but no one dared.

Did it contain discriminating information? No! That couldn't be it. Hetty would make sure it would be destroyed, not hidden.

Finally, it was their team leader who made the question.

"How exactly does that hard drive involve us? You can't just drop a bomb like that and expect us to figure it out on our own."

"And how exactly did someone break into your house?" Deeks added. "Your security level is supposed to be beyond any kind of breach."

"I don't know," Hetty stared at the floor "whoever it was, he knew too much. He knew the exact location of my estate, the passwords for all security systems and of course he knew about my volt."

"Hetty you are still not answering the great question. What was in there?" Sam was also starting to lose his patience.

"You files," the short woman stated "Skills, abilities, undercover assignments, medical records, IQ tests….basically all the treats that make you great agents."

"That means we could all be compromised. No one is safe. Our families aren't safe anymore," Sam was starting to process the severity of the situation.

"Why would someone go into so much trouble to gain access to us?" Nell asked.

"I don't know," Hetty shook her head.

It scared the whole team seeing their leader, their rock like so helpless. For the first time ever, Hetty seemed like she had lost her control.

"Director Vance hasn't been informed about this, so I would appreciate it if we kept it under the radar for as long as we can."

"He is the director. Maybe we are not the only one in danger. The entire agency should be warned about this breach." Callen sounded more worried than ever.

"Trust me Mr Callen," Hetty placed her hand on his shoulder "The drive contained information regarding solely the people of this room."

"You make the calls Hetty. But just for the record, I don't agree with it," Callen shook his head.

"I need you and Mr Hanna to visit my estate and gather every piece of evidence you can find. I don't care If it's ¼ of a fingerprint. Bring it to me."

"What about us?" Deeks eagerly asked.

Hetty looked at the quiet Kensi. She hadn't spoken a word during all this time. It was clear that she was worried about her secret. Her well hidden secret.

"You and Miss Blye will stay here. As I've already said it is not safe for any of us to be out in the streets right now."

"But Callen and Sam…." Deeks tried to protest but Hetty cut him off.

"No one else is leaving this building without my authorization. Do I make myself clear Mr Deeks?"

'Yes," he quietly agreed.

With the corner of his eye he spotted the still silent Kensi. This whole mess was somehow affecting her more than everyone. Was she worried about the safety of her mother?

No! That is not it. Hetty had already pulled some strings and her mother was transferred to a secure facility.

What was it then? Nothing in the whole world could keep Kensi Blye stuck behind a desk. Not even Hetty Lange.

Even after Callen and Sam left the room Kensi kept standing there staring at the floor with her hand crossed over her chest. A clear sign of defense. But who was defending herself from?

Deeks approached her and softly caressed her cheek with his thumb.

"Hey, are you going to tell me what's bothering you?" Deeks tried to find her eyes but she avoided any form of eye contact.

"Ok, I am freaking out here!" he desperately tried to hide his rising panic.

Finally, Kensi picked up her gaze and met his eyes. She didn't have to utter a single word because they spoke volumes.

Deeks immediately knew that she was terrified.

Kensi Blye and terrified did not belong in the same sentence. They only time she looked that lost, was after her mission on Afghanistan.

"You are killing me here. I know you want my help but I don't know how to help you," Deeks pleaded.

Kensi looked deep into his eyes and wondered why she hadn't been honest with him sooner.

They had been partners for nearly five years. But he wasn't just her partner. He was her man and he deserved to know the truth.

It wouldn't surprise her if he already knew, but he was too damn subtle to admit it.

Anyway, the timing was perfect. Actually, it was as good as it would get.

She placed her hand on top of his, closed her eyes and savored his touch for a brief moment. Even the simplest touch from his calmed her down and made her smile.

When she opened her eyes he was smiling back at her, obviously relieved to see that she was back.

'Are you going to talk to me now?" he asked again.

"Yes," she nodded "but not here. There is something I need to tell you. Something I should have told you a long time before."