Kensi sighed and laid her head down against her desk. It had been another one of those cases. This one had taken the whole week to complete and she was tired of filling out the necessary paperwork to finish up the case. Sam and Callen had left about and hour ago, already having finished their paperwork. Deeks looked like he was just about finished with his. "Why am I always the last person to finish!" thought Kensi to herself, slightly frustrated.
Also, she wasn't feeling one hundred percent at the moment. She had a slight pain in her stomach. The kind that you knew was the beginning of a night spent at the toilet and drinking seven up and eating saltine crackers.
Kensi sat back up and looked at Deeks who could feel her gaze and stared back at her with a slightly concerned look on his face.
Kensi? Are you feeling all right? You look a little pale." Kensi sighed again. "I'm fine Deeks. Thanks for your concern." she said tiredly. "No, you're not fine." returned Deeks who was becoming more concerned by the second.
Kensi just ignored him and started to pack up her things to leave. "Are you ready to go." asked Deeks. Usually Kensi and Deeks carpooled in order to save gas and time but secretly so that they could spend more time with each other. Not that either of them would ever admit that in their lifetime.
"Yeah, I'm ready." Deeks grabbed his bag and walked over to Kensi's desk. Kensi stood up slowly and immediately felt all of the blood rush from her face. "Ugh! Crap crap crap! I really am sick." thought Kensi. "Okay. All I have to do is make it home without throwing up in Deeks's car."
"Kensi, you really don't look too good. What's wrong?" Deeks asked. "Um… I think I might have the stomach flu or something 'cause I feel like I'm about to throw up."
Deeks rushed to her side and laid the back of his hand against her forehead and then her cheek. His hand felt cool against her skin and she wished he would leave it there. "Wow Kensi. You are really hot!" Kensi nodded and then picked up her bag. "Just take me home Deeks and hopefully I won't throw up in you car."
Deeks reached for her bag. "Here, let me take that." Kensi let him because she was simply too tired to argue and the slightly uncomfortable pain in her stomach just became worst. "Please don't let me throw up on him." thought Kensi desperately.
Deeks noticed her face pale even more and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders for support. "Don't worry Kens. I won't be angry if you puke in my car." He gave her one of his ridiculously goofy smiles that always made her heart skip a beat. "You say that now." She said.
About twenty minutes later they arrived at Kensi's apartment. Kensi had successfully made it home without the embarrassment of throwing up on her partner.
Deeks walked around to her side of the car and opened her door. Kensi stepped out and drew in a shaky breath. "I don't know how much longer I can make it without puking." thought Kensi who was starting to panic. Deeks threw her bag over his shoulder and wrapped his other arm around her shoulder. "Come on Kens. Almost there. And then you can puke all you want."
They reached Kensi's front door and she drew her keys from her pocket. Her hands were shaking ever so slightly. "I can do that for you, Kensi." Leave it to Deeks to notice the little things and overreact. "I'm sick Deeks, not disabled." she said sharply. "Sorry."
Kensi had just opened her door when all of a sudden she felt her stomach twist. Kensi ran through her living room, into her bedroom, and then into her bathroom where she reached the toilet and emptied her stomach. She had thought that after she had thrown up that her stomachache would go away but it persisted. Her stomach twisted again and she threw up again. Her subconscious had noted that Deeks had entered her bathroom. She leaned over the toilet to puke again, but this time she felt Deeks holding her hair away from her face. After this she felt better. Only marginally though.
"Deeks, can you hand me that mouthwash please?" Kensi said weakly. "Sure thing, Princess."
After she had flushed the toilet and swished the mouthwash around in her mouth she said "Thanks Deeks. You can go now." "No way, Hosea! I'm staying here with you. You're sick!" he said. "Really, Deeks. I'll be fine." "Kensi, please. I just want to help you." He pleaded softly. "Deeks, leave now" Kensi said irritated. She didn't want him seeing her like this. "All right. But you call me if you need anything. Anything at all. Even if it's at two o'clock in the morning. Okay?" "Yeah, okay." "You promise?" "Yes Deeks! I promise. Now go!" Kensi said, irritated.
He turned to leave then turned back around, looked at her with those irresistible puppy dog eyes of his that were so darn cute, opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again. "Bye, Kens. I hope you feel better. I'll pick you up in the morning." "Okay. Thanks Deeks. Goodbye now." she said a little less sharply than before. "Bye"
And with that, he turned on his heels and left. Kensi groaned and leaned her head against the toilet seat.
That night Kensi decided to just sleep in the bathroom because she had to continually throw up. "Geez!" thought Kensi. "Can there be anything left in my stomach?" At about five-thirty in the morning she decided to go to bed. It had been about an hour since the last time she had puked and the bathroom floor wasn't exactly the most comfortable place in the world to sleep.
Kensi's alarm went off at seven am. "Ugh" she groaned. Deeks was going to be there at seven forty-five and she had gotten two hours of sleep. She sat up in bed and immediately wished she hadn't because her stomach twisted and she ran to the bathroom for the thousandth time.
Deeks arrived at Kensi's apartment at seven forty-five sharp. He knocked at her door but there was no reply. He knocked again, waited, and decided to just use the spare key she had given him to get in. Once inside he looked around and knew that Kensi was still sick. "Kensi?" he called. He heard a muffled groan coming from the direction of her bedroom. He walked into her bedroom and looked around. She wasn't in her bed. Then he heard the sound of someone throwing up from her bathroom.
"Oh, Kensi." He sighed. She flushed the toilet and swished with her mouthwash. "Okay. Give me ten minutes and I'll be ready for work." she said. "Work? You think you're going to work?" said Deeks. "Of course I'm going to work. What else would I be doing?" said Kensi angrily. She used the toilet to help her stand up. "Kensi, are you out of your mind? You're really sick. And you know as soon as you get there Hetty will send you right back home!" "No she won't!" said Kensi determinedly. "I'm going to work and you can't stop me." Kensi took a step forward and swayed slightly. Deeks reached out and steadied her, wrapping his arms around her. "Kens, listen to me Princess." he said softly. "You are sick and Sam and Callen probably don't want to get sick either. I know for a fact that Hetty wouldn't want anyone getting sick and that she would send you right home. Please stay home? Just for today?" Kensi sighed and nodded. "Okay. But just for today." That's my Fern. Okay, now you need to go to bed." Deeks released her from his embrace. Kensi took another step towards her bedroom and swayed again. Deeks caught her again and said "I'm gonna carry you." "Deeks I do not need you to carry me." Said Kensi tiredly but he ignored her and swept her up into his arms. "Really, Fern. You need to lay off the peanut butter cups." Despite how crappy and sick she felt she smiled up at him. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head against his shoulder.
Deeks walked into her bedroom and laid her down very gently on the bed. She sighed and closed her eyes.
"I'm gonna call work and tell them that you're sick and that I'm gonna stay home with you today." Deeks said. Kensi just nodded and hoped that she wouldn't throw up again.
Deeks walked into her living room and reached for his phone to call Hetty. She answered on the second ring. "Hello Mr. Deeks. Is there a problem?" Deeks generally didn't call Hetty in the morning before he got to work. "Yeah. Um, Kensi is sick. She's like, throwing up everywhere so I thought that I would stay home with her today?" It sounded like a question. Deeks wasn't sure how Hetty would feel about this arrangement and he was biting his lip waiting for her answer. "That's sound perfectly fine, Mr. Deeks. We certainly do not want any of the other team members getting sick. Stop by later though because I have some paperwork that you could be doing while taking care of Miss Blye." said Hetty. "All right. Thanks so much." Said Deeks relieved. He didn't want to leave Kensi all by herself.
He walked back into Kensi's room and sat down next to where she was laying on the bed. "I called Hetty and she said that it was fine for me to stay home with you today. But I have to run by the office to pick up some paperwork and then go to the store to pick up a few things for you. Do you think you'll be okay by yourself for about an hour? Deeks asked uncertain. "Yes Deeks, I'll be fine."
Kensi still had her eyes closed and he reached over and gently brushed her hair out of her face. She felt her heart beat pick up as he leaned over her and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. "I'll be back soon." Said Deeks. And with that, he left.