Disclaimer: This is complete and total FICTION. That means it never happened and is completely untrue. In fact, this is so far from the truth that it isn't even in the same country as the truth. I don't own anybody: Big Time Rush, the characters, and all referenced scenes belong to Nickelodeon, and I make no money off of this. I am not in any way implying said characters' sexual identities.

As Martin "Marty" Deeks chased down the bad guy, he couldn't help but think of his nice warm bed and the blond boy who was probably still sleeping peacefully in it. All Deeks wanted to do was catch the bastard he was chasing and go home.

He finally caught the scumbag (an accused Marine recruit killer), thanks to Kensie's clever distraction (apparently no man could resist Kensie in a tight dress; Deeks owed her one), and after handcuffing the guy, turned to find Sam, Callen, and Kensie there. "We got it. Go." Callen said.

"I'll do the paperwork." Deeks said.

"Go." Sam said. Deeks didn't argue; the team knew the whole situation.

"This'll make us even; you don't owe me." Kensie chimed in as Deeks started to leave. "Tell him we all say hi."

"Thank you guys." Deeks said. "And I will. I'll have my phone on; call me if you need me."

"Go." The three others said. Deeks started the drive home. When did I get so lucky?

Deeks quietly entered the house; the soft snores let him know the boy was still asleep. Even though he wanted to go in and wake the boy, Deeks didn't; the poor guy had got in late last night and needed his rest. Instead, he started making himself some breakfast (he really needed to learn to start grabbing something on the way out the door). He was in the middle of making a stack on French toast when the boy came downstairs.

"Morning Marty." Deeks looked up; there was only one person who could get away with calling him that (besides Hetty anyway).

"Kendall? Why are you up? You need your sleep. You got in late."

"Smelled breakfast and knew you were up. Sides, you can come back with me to bed after breakfast."

"I like that idea." Deeks smiled. "Breakfast is ready." He laughed as Kendall ran a hand through his sleep-tousled hair, trying to smooth it down. "Don't do that. I like your hair all messy."

"Noted." Kendall said. Just wait until he sees my "sex" hair. Kendall thought. They ate, talking about the tour ("I only had one psycho fan this time" Kendall laughed; "Logan, James, Carlos, and I had so much fun on the tour bus, but I missed you") and Deeks' work ("Caught a couple of dirtbags"; "Kensie and I had to case a place as a businessman and his secretary; when I started that undercover mission, I played a gangster with a beanie and Vans- it reminded me of you"). After doing dishes, they headed up to the bedroom. Deeks was ready to go to sleep; Kendall, not so much. They started making out; when Kendall went to peel off Deeks' shirt, Deeks pulled back- they'd never gone this far before.

"Kendall, you sure?" Deeks asked; he didn't want to pressure Kendall into anything.

"Yeah. I'm 18 now, so it's no big deal- they can't say anything that you're 4 years older than me." Kendall said, then yawned. "Maybe later?"

"Later it is." Deeks said and let Kendall snuggle into him. All that mattered was that he had his boyfriend home for the next two months. He wasn't leaving his bed unless he had to.