AN: I can't believe it's been four months since I've posted anything here. Unfortunately real life gets in the way of the things I'd rather be doing sometimes. I have been writing the occasional "Kensi's Journal" for wikiDeeks, though, to keep from getting too rusty. If you want to read my take on what's been going through Kensi's mind after the last several episodes, head over there.

This little scene was written in about 20 minutes and was originally posted as "The Ficlet With No Name" on tumblr about five minutes before "Into the Breach" (10x16) aired and was inspired by glenncoco4's prediction for the episode.

Deeks' phone rang about five minutes into his conversation with Mr. Kelly. Seeing the caller, he dove right in as soon as he answered. "Kens, look, I have a small issue at the bar. Can you cover for me at work for a while?"

"Uh, actually, we were just called out on case. Nicole's involved though, so I'm sure I can work with her. What's the problem?"

"A very wise looking gentleman from the Department of Public Health is here. It seems we need to actually have a name for the bar before they can finalize all our permits. Listen, I know you weren't thrilled with any of the ones I came up with, but despite what you said the name has not in fact written itself, whatever that even meant. So which was the least offensive name to you?"

Kensi grimaced, glad he couldn't see her. "Monty's wasn't bad. I mean, at least then it'd be named after someone we know and love. And as much as I hate to say it, he won't be around forever, so one day it'll be like a tribute to him. A way to always remember our fur-baby. But any name you pick will be fine, Deeks. I'm sure whatever it is will grow on me."

"You mean the way I did."

"No, baby, I'm sure I'll like the name of the bar much sooner than I liked you," she joked before bidding him good luck and hanging up.

Deeks never made it into the field that day. Like all bureaucracies, the wheels of the DPH were greased with copious amount of paperwork and not a nominal amount of fees. Though he lost a day at work, he completed everything Mr. Kelly demanded of him, and their bar now had not only a name, but all of its necessary permits.

He'd just opened a beer to celebrate his accomplishment when Kensi entered the bar. "Good day?" he asked.

"You know how it is, saved the world again. No biggie," she shrugged. "But I will take one of those," she said, pointing to his bottle and settling on a barstool. "So, will we be welcoming people to Monty's for the next twenty years?"

"Actually no," Deeks said, suddenly nervous.

Kensi's face fell for an instant before she put on the sincerest smile she could, "The Blow Hole?" She hoped not, because she really hated that name.

"No. And you'll be happy to know that while the name did not write itself, you did help me come up with it."

"Oh?"

"You're right—it should be a tribute to someone know and love," he said as he opened a folder and turned it so Kensi could read the name on the permit.

Kensi gasped when she saw what was written. "Don's," she whispered.

"I was thinking we could make a wall of remembrance, with your dad's picture, and the pictures of other service members, agents, and cops we know and love who deserve to be honored. Like Michelle, Granger, Hidoko, to name just our most recent losses."

When Kensi didn't lift her eyes from the page in front of her, Deeks said worriedly, "Kens? Say something. Did I really screw this up?"

She finally looked up at him with tears in her eyes, "No Deeks, you did good. You did great, actually. I love it. And I love you. Thank you for this, it's perfect."