Author's Note: Okey doke so here's the last chapter. I would have liked to have done maybe two, but due to time restraints, I'm afraid I've had to end here. Hope you all enjoy it, as I've had fun writing it.

"We have a sunny day ahead of us folks, with plenty of wind of the west coast. Any of you sitting at home staring at your board, now if the time to get going! Perfect swell is picking up and should not be missed..."

Deeks turned his head looking over at his alarm clock, listening to the radio that had just woken him up.

5.30am.

He sighed as he looked back towards the ceiling, thinking about the call he had gotten last night.

"What do we need to talk about?" he asked suspiciously wondering what Fisher had done now to make matters worse.

"I believe your discussion with Mr. Fisher was not as it seemed," Hetty replied.

There was silence before Deeks replied quietly.

"What do you mean?"

"It appears we misjudged Mr. Fisher,"

He certainly was not expecting that.

"How did you figure it out?" he asked confused but undeniably relieved.

"Apart from the team's many doubts with regards to Mr. Fisher's story, the CCTV footage showed everything,"

"Oh,"

"Would it be possible to further this discussion tomorrow Mr. Deeks? I am aware of the time and I do not want to keep you,"

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes, I would like to see you tomorrow morning,"

"Oh," he repeated.

The silence reappeared.

"That is, only if you want to Mr. Deeks,"

"Right,"

He paused again.

They knew. They finally all knew the truth.

The truth.

Oh God...the truth...about...Brandel.

Deeks' relief quickly turned to panic.

"Wait Hetty, how much was shown on this tape?" he asked with an edge in his voice.

"Everything Mr. Deeks..." she paused, "...so yes, your team does know," she replied in response to his silent question.

"Everything..." he repeated quietly.

"They asked what Mr. Fisher had been talking about, and I had no other option but to fill in the blanks," she admitted, "they only heard one side of the story, they needed to hear it fully,"

"But Hetty -"

"Ms. Blye needed to hear it fully Mr. Deeks,"

Deeks immediately froze when Hetty said this.

Kensi knows...well of course she knows, why wouldn't she? She saw the tape...but still...

"Mr. Deeks?" Hetty inquired disturbing his thoughts.

"Yes Hetty?"

"Tomorrow, will I see you?"

"Oh right," he took a deep breath before responding, trying to settle the many voices that were arguing in his head. "Would 9.00am be okay?"

"That would be perfect Mr. Deeks. I shall see you then."

"Okay, thanks,"

"And Mr. Deeks?"

"Yes Hetty?"

"I sincerely apologise for the pain Mr. Fisher and we, put you through,"

Before Deeks could reply, Hetty ended the call. So many thoughts were swimming in his head.

They found out the truth...Fisher was gone...but now they knew the truth about Deeks, about what he did.

He wondered what they would think about him now. Would their opinions of him have changed? Would they want to work with him?

Would Kensi?

Monty galloped into the room with speed, landing himself on Deeks' bed interrupting his thoughts. He then proceeded to pull his master's covers off, before pulling at the cuff of his pyjama bottoms, reminding him he needed to be fed.

"Okay okay, relax boy, I'm up," Deeks insisted as he got out of bed.

He shuffled tiredly to his kitchen where he fed the dog, had his breakfast, and got ready for a surf.

Once he arrived at the beach, he was relieved to see that the radio presenter wasn't lying. The waves were perfect, and even better yet, they were all his.

This was Deeks' favourite part of the day. Being all alone, just him, his board, and the water.

When he got into the water, he sat on his board dangling his feet over the edges. He ran his fingers through the water slowly before beginning to paddling to catch the oncoming wave. When he began to pick up speed, he knew he had it. He gripped his board firmly either side, and then jumped up with one foot in front of the other. He could feel the ripples of the wave on his fingertips as he lowered his head, entering a tunnel of water.

To anyone else, this may have just been a sport, but to Deeks? No, this was his passion. Being encased in the serenity of the water, the safety of the isolation, it was perfect.

He ran his fingertips against the wall of water enclosing him in this blue and green tunnel. He just let his hand glide against the water as his board left at trail of white swash and bubbles behind him. It was so silent, so calm, so...what he needed. All he could hear was his breathing, long steady breaths in and out.

It truly was perfect.

As he made it out the other side, the wave had died down, slowing Deeks, allowing him to jump off his board, paddle back out, and repeat the whole experience again.

Surfing really was his passion. It was something that had always calmed him, made him forget about the problems and just, be.

Marty Deeks couldn't say he loved a lot of things, but surfing was definitely one of them.

Surfing and...what?He thought as he sat on his board.

What else did he love apart from surfing?

The question wasn't really what.

It was who.

That was an easy one, he knew the answer the minute he first saw her,

Deeks got out of his car, taking a deep breath before walking towards the Mission.

He got that strange feeling inside of him again, fear of the unknown. He knew the team saw the tape, so they saw what Fisher did. What did that mean though? Was he still suspended? Would he be returning to LAPD instead? He forced himself not to think about these questions as he walked inside those familiar doors once more.

"Hetty," he said surprised as he saw his superior standing just in from the doors.

"Mr. Deeks, I'm glad you could make it," she said smiling, "I wanted to catch you before the others did," she explained in answer to the confusion on his face.

"Oh, right, yeah makes sense,"

"Why don't we go this way," she signalled as they walked down an empty corridor. Deeks couldn't help but look at the security camera mounted in the far end corner.

"Mr. Beale has assured me it is off," she noted winking.

"Right, well don't worry, I'm not going to fight you," he quipped.

"Of course not. You would lose," Hetty smiled in return.

When they stopped walking, Hetty turned to face Deeks.

"I would like to firstly apologise once more for what Mr. Fisher did to you," she stated.

"Oh Hetty no, don't. It's not like you made him, he's not even part of your agency. Really it's fine," he assured her.

"Well, never the less, it is not something that anybody should be subjected to," she paused before speaking next.

"I do not regret my decision though Detective,"

This made Deeks straighten up.

"I am not saying that your actions weren't justified, but I believe that if I had merely taken you off the case, Fisher's presence alone, here, would still have caused a major issue,"

Deeks nodded understandably.

"That being said, I would like to put this whole mess behind us," she said holding out his badge and gun.

Deeks looked down at the two items hesitantly.

"Again, that is only if you want to Mr. Deeks,"

"Hetty I...the team," he spoke softly, "I never told them about...about it all. What are they going to say?"

"I think they are more concerned with other matters Detective," she reassured him.

"Right..." he repeated again.

He looked slowly to the floor. All those voices in his head were still fighting, telling him take the items, others saying don't.

He looked back up to Hetty, and then quietly reached out his hands.

"A strong decision Mr. Deeks," she smiled.

"I was thinking idiotic and stupid, but we can agree to differ," he joked looking at his gun and badge in his hands.

"I believe your team mates are in the shooting range," she said as she turned around and walked away, only to be stopped briefly by Deeks.

"Um, Hetty?"

"Yes Mr. Deeks?"

"Where were you holding these?" he asked lifting up his gun and badge in confusion.

"Beside my rifle Mr. Deeks," she replied patting her waist before continuing on.

Deeks shook his head as he started to make his way to the shooting range.

He would bet his life on it that she wasn't lying.

Deeks walked slowly through the doors of the shooting range to see Sam and Callen annihilating the targets before them.

He coughed slightly, but they didn't hear him thanks to the shots and the ear protectors.

"Um...guys?" he said taking a step closer.

Both Sam and Callen instantly turned around, both wielding their weapons.

"Oh man...uh hi," he stuttered with his hands in the air as his two team mates had their guns pointed at him.

"Deeks," Callen said surprised removing his ear protectors.

"You're here," Sam exclaimed as he unloaded his gun putting it on the table beside him.

"I see your intelligence grew while I was gone," Deeks quipped in response to Sam's comment.

"Are you..."

"Staying," Deeks stated.

All three men then stood in silence.

How could one even approach a situation like this? Deeks averted his gaze to the floor placing his hands in his back pockets.

"Deeks..." Sam began.

"It's fine guys. Really,"

"No it's not," Callen argued, "We were...and you just," he paused while he tried to find the words. "We are just so unbelievably sorry, for everything,"

"Like I said, water under the bridge,"

"No Deeks, it's not. How can you even say that? After the way we treated you?"

"Look, I would have done the same. The situation didn't look good from where you were standing. It made total sense,"

"But we shouldn't have jumped to conclusions," Sam commented.

"In all honesty, I was on top of the guy beating the crap out of him," he joked.

Sam smiled at this.

"Yeah, well you're not the only one who got revenge on him," he smirked.

"You? Really?" Deeks asked.

"Twice into the stomach,"

"He was a man on a mission Deeks, I couldn't stop him," Callen said smiling at Sam.

"But what about your whole peaceful meditation voodoo approach to life?" Deeks asked.

"Okay first of all, it's not voodoo. It's about having inner peace -"

"Which you're lacking right now," Deeks teased.

"And sometimes you need to just let the aggression out," Sam continued ignoring the last comment.

"I'm touched," Deeks mocked placing his hand over his heart, "you really love me,"

"Careful Deeks," Callen warned, "I don't think he got all his aggression out on Fisher," he smiled.

The three men just smiled as the room went silent again.

Trust male bonding to consist of jokes and violence.

A thought then occurred to Deeks.

"You guys seen Kensi?"

Sam and Callen looked at each other before Callen responded.

"Last time I saw her, she was headed for the showers,"

"Okay. This could either go really good, or really bad," he joked turning around trying to hide his nerves.

"Don't sweat it Deeks, it'll be fine," Sam replied.

Deeks smiled at this and started to make his way to the showers.

That really didn't provide much comfort.

It honestly provided none.

Deeks paused when he arrived outside the door. Even though the showers were coed, he still felt as though he should knock, or call or just do something before entering. He heard a locker door close inside. What would Kensi say if he just strolled on in?

There's only one way to find out he thought as he gulped, pushed the door and walked in.

There she was.

Now sitting on the bench, facing the door.

There he was.

Standing inside the door, facing the bench.

She lifted her head, causing Deeks to catch his breath at her forgotten beauty.

"Deeks,"

"Kensi,"

"You're back,"

"So I am,"

They stared at each other for a moment just taking it all in.

What do they say?

How've you been?

Hardly.

Enjoy time off?

Obviously not.

I missed you?

That didn't even cut it.

Part of her wanted to run up to him, hug him, tell him she hadn't stopped thinking about him, tell him what she feels for him. Tell him everything.

Another part of her wanted different. The part of Kensi that was just stubborn. The part of Kensi that no one wants to challenge. She didn't know she felt this way until now, until he was standing in front of her again. No, this part of her wanted to run up to him, hit him, yell at him for not trusting her, for not telling her about his past.

Deeks looked to the floor as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

"So I hear Fisher's gone," he commented.

"Since last night," she replied quietly.

"Right,"

"Yeah,"

The noise from the shooting range could be heard as they both looked at each other.

"I shouldn't have lost it at you,"

"Deeks -"

"It wasn't right -"

"Deeks -"

"I just lost it and -"

"For God sake Deeks! You've got nothing to feel bad about, I'm the one whose to blame here," she said before looking down again.

He remained quiet not knowing what to say.

"You came to me telling me that there was something up with Fisher, you warned me about him, you warned me...and I just...I just didn't listen," she said helplessly, "I just thought you were being..." the word jealous came to mind, but she chose not to use it, "...well, I don't know what you were being, but I just thought it was just stupid. Like I mean, he totally played us. Had us all believing you were, I mean, that you had..." she said lifting her head to look at him.

"That I had what?" he asked taking a step closer.

"Nothing," she said shaking her head.

"Kens..." he pleaded.

"It doesn't matter,"

"Kensi please,"

She closed her eyes before she spoke, in an attempt to keep a promise she made herself. A certain promise that prevented her from looking weak.

"You just...you didn't tell us,"

"I know,"

Silence filled the room once more.

He didn't get it. He had no idea how hard this was for her.

She didn't get it. She had no idea how hard it all was for him.

"Look," she said standing up focusing her thoughts, "can we just forget about it?"

"Forget about it?"

"Yeah,"

"About -"

"About everything,"

"I...I guess so,"

"Great,"

They both looked at each other and away again.

Who knew silence could wreak such havoc on the ears.

"So...where does that leave us," he asked daring to look at her again.

"As partners, same way we always have been,"

"Okay,"

"Okay," she replied.

Deeks couldn't help but notice her smile seemed...weak? No, empty. That was it, it was empty. No emotion, no hidden feelings, it was just empty.

"I better go then," he said slowly as he walked towards the door, "I've got...stuff...to catch up on,"

"Okay," she replied without even questioning him. She just let him go.

"See you later," he said with a little smile.

"See you later," she repeated as he walked out the door.

He stopped as soon as he was out of the room.

This didn't feel right.

Dynamics had changed. Everything felt fine with Sam and Callen, why didn't it with Kensi? Something was different.

She wasn't telling him something. She wasn't telling him anything. She just sat there. She looked like his Kensi, but she certainly didn't act like it.

"Screw this," he said as he turned around and pushed the door open again. "What aren't you telling me?" he demanded from her looking at her still sitting on the bench.

"Telling you?"

"Yeah, you're not saying something. What is it?"

"Deeks I don't -"

"Stop it. Just whatever this is, stop it,"

She was surprised by his sudden change in attitude.

"Deeks I really don't -"

"Don't give me that Kensi, this isn't like you. Where's my Kensi that always insists I'm wrong, the one that calls me out on things, the one that fought back two days ago!"

She paused before she spoke again, this time, louder than before.

"What do you want me to say?" she asked getting annoyed.

"I don't know, how about sorry I didn't trust you?"

She was totally caught off guard from this.

How could he not know how horrible she felt? How could he not realise that guilt was the only thing she had been feeling since he left?

Or how could he not understand that he should have told her the truth about himself.

His words completely revitalised the stubborn Kensi that had been fighting so hard to stay hidden.

"Sorry? You want me to say sorry? Do you have any idea how shit I've been feeling since what happened?"

"How could I? You didn't call, you didn't text, Jesus Kens you barely even spoke to me here two minutes ago!"

"Fine Deeks! Fine! This is me speaking to you now. I am so sorry I betrayed your trust, that I screwed everything up between us, that I wrecked our partnership," she said loudly now standing up. "I am sorry that I automatically assumed the worst of you, and am I sorry you didn't trust me enough before to tell me about what happened to you!"

That certainly caught his attention.

"What happened to me? What are you talking about?" he asked now confused.

She knew she had said too much. Stubborn Kensi had gotten in the way again. She just looked to the floor as he took a step closer.

"You mean when I was a kid? Is that what this is all about?"

She didn't speak. She couldn't.

"Kensi please answer me," he begged softly taking another step closer to her.

"You never told me," was all she managed to say quietly.

How the tables had turned.

Deeks didn't even think she would have cared that he had kept this from her. Now she was the one who felt betrayed.

This was a partnership after all.

"Kensi, I never told you because I didn't want to remember it," he said slowly now placing his hand to the side of her face, "it wasn't easy for me, and...and I knew if I told you...it would just bring it all back,"

She looked him in the eyes as she answered.

"But that's not fair Deeks," she said pulling away from his hand. "You know everything about me. You know about my old partner, you know about Jack, and you know about my Dad,"

"Your Dad was a hero -"

"Yeah but my Dad's dead Deeks! Don't you get that?"

The promise that she made with herself was getting harder and harder to keep.

"I know your Dad was awful to you, I get that, and I'm sorry you had to go through that, but just because I got on with mine, that doesn't mean it's easy to talk about -"

"Kensi -"

"No Deeks. My Dad is dead. He's never coming back. Do you think this is easy for me to say? No, but I'm still doing it. You should have done the same with me,"

He exhaled heavily as he let her words sink in.

Everything she was saying was right. He was so mad at her for not trusting him, but he had done the exact same. How did he not see it?

"I'm sorry," he stated quietly.

"Don't do that," she said shaking her head.

"But Kensi I am,"

"But you shouldn't be. That's not what I was trying to do, that's not what I was trying to say," she said lowering her head.

He placed his hand under her chin and slowly lifted it so that he could look her in her eyes.

"You mean more than you could ever know to me. I knew if I told you what happened that you'd be there for me. I just couldn't go through with it, I couldn't handle it, I knew you could,"

Her next question completely surprised him.

"Why were you so against me working with Fisher?"

He pulled back lowering his hand from her chin.

"What?" he asked with both worry and confusion.

"On the tape, you originally started getting angry with Fisher because you wanted him to back off from me. Why?"

"I didn't...I wasn't. I just wanted to have my partner back," he lied.

"You're partner," she repeated.

"Yeah,"

"Okay then," she nodded slowly.

His next question completely surprised her.

"Why?"

"Why what?" she asked a little startled.

"Why does it matter that I wanted him to leave you alone?"

"No I just -"

He took a step closer to her once more.

"Why does it matter?" he repeated.

"It doesn't. I was just...it's fine,"

"There you go with that again," he teased.

"With what?"

"Saying something's fine when it's not fine,"

"Deeks, just forget it -"

"No, I'm not going to just forget it. Tell me, why does it matter?"

She hated this, she was so vulnerable. He had her completely cornered. Kensi Blye doesn't admit anything she doesn't want to, to herself or to anyone else, and here he was, Marty Deeks, trying to make her reveal it all to him.

"Deeks, I'm not saying anything,"

"Your not?" he questioned with one eyebrow up.

"Yeah, why do you find that so hard to believe?" she asked with her old attitude beginning to return.

"Well Ms. Blye, I find that hard to believe considering you haven't even noticed my hand,"

"Your...?"

She looked down to see his hand already on her waist. How did she not notice that? How did he even do that?

"You say you're not going to tell me anything," he continued now tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear, "but did you mean that verbally, or physically?" he teased.

Just as he could see her getting ready to respond, he captured her lips with his.

The sensation was unbelievable.

He placed one hand on the side of her neck, while he pulled her closer with the other on her waist. She quickly responded by placing one hand on his chest, and tangling the other in his blonde hair.

Neither of them could believe how amazing this felt, how natural or how comfortable the kiss was, as though they should have done it a long time ago.

Deeks had thought about kissing his partner many times before...Kensi may have too, only once or twice of course, but the thought of the kiss versus the actual kiss, there was simply no contest.

As they both slowly retreated, neither stepped away. They stayed standing there, completely wrapped in each other's arms.

"So...I've two questions," Deeks stated.

"Why do I already know that I'm not going to like them," Kensi teased as she slowly stepped back.

She could now not only smell the salt water on her partner from his morning surf, but also on her. It was something she thought she could get used to.

"Okay so number one," Deeks began trying to hide the smile the was displayed across his face from what just happened, "do you still have nothing you want to tell me?" he joked as he laced his fingers with hers.

"Nope...don't think so," she said dismissively but holding onto his hand tightly.

"...and two," he continued as he took a step closer to her once more pinning her against the lockers, "does this mean I get to call you my sweet?"

She laughed and hit him hard on the shoulder at this, but only before kissing him softly again.

"Remember that time we were getting ready for the op in the drug smuggling case?" she asked as they slowly began to make their way to the door.

"Yeah why?" Deeks asked intrigued still holding her hand.

"You remember what I said if you called me any of those stupid names again?"

He thought about this before a smile grew upon his face.

"My targets will look like sunshine in comparison to you when I'm finished," he quoted back to her.

"Exactly," she confirmed with a smirk as they made their way out onto the corridor.

Deeks just tugged her hand before she could let go, spinning her into him.

"I am all up for that princess, as long as you let me lead," he said before placing a chaste kiss on her lips, then making a God almighty run for it.

"Deeks I swear to God you are dead!" she called after him as he ran down the corridor.

"Nice to know some things never change," Callen remarked to Sam upon hearing this as the pair ran by.

Oh dear.

What little did they know.

A/N: So that's it. Just want to say thank you for all the reviews throughout this. I only meant this to be a four part fic, but you guys spurred me on, so thank you for that. As always, comments are greatly appreciated! Thanks so much again!