A.N. - So, this is set right after Kensi leaves OPS in one of the greatest episodes ever, 3x22: Neighborhood Watch. Hope you like it :)

Disclaimer: Something I forgot to do in my first fic: unfortunately, they are not mine. I'm left with only my imagination. Oh, and the amazing Mrs. Baggins, of course :)

"Ah, bummer." Deeks says, not really upset about missing the definitely fun story Kensi would tell him but more than upset about going home alone. Without her.

Now that he thought about it, he really wasn't sure he would have liked this story after all; he didn't like to think of Kensi with any other man that wasn't him.

Yeah, like that's gonna happen. He thought.

Deeks stood there for a while. Sighing before he left, heading slowly for his car, he checked the time. It was slightly past midnight. What was the rush anyway? Nobody was actually waiting for him.

Except for Monty.

He had forgotten all about his dog, who was still at his neighbor's care. He knew that she'd still be awake, for the old Mrs. Baggins had no little trouble sleeping. She would probably be watching her soap opera.

He started the engine and drove out of OPS in a deep silence.

He knocked on the old lady's door and waited. Two minutes later she opened the door and greeted him with a warm smile. She was like the granny he never had.

"Hey, Marty." She said, slightly surprised.

"Hey, Mrs. Baggins. I'm not disturbing you, am I?"

"No, no, not at all. It's just that… I thought you would be home by now."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I know, but I just missed my buddy so much I had to come here."

"So, back from our top secret mission, are we?"

He smiled. She was one of the very few people out of work that knew what he did. Well, in very vague terms, but still…

"Yes."

"And I take it went well?"

"Quite well, actually." He said, thinking back to Kensi's kiss. Then he saddened again; an undercover kiss, according to her.

The old lady, however, smiled again and simply said "Go home, Marty."

"…what?"

"Just trust me on this. I'll bring Monty over tomorrow."

"But…"

"No buts! Now, will you do as I tell you or not?" she said, hands on her hips. The detective chuckled again, but nodded in defeat. She smiled and leaned forward so he could kiss her cheek. "Sleep well." She smiled again and he managed a strangled you too out of his lips.

There was no way he was even going to sleep tonight. Not a chance he could do it without cuddling next to his partner like he'd done the past few nights.

They each started on opposite sides of the bed, with her on the right one, of course; then, in their sleep, they would each gravitate towards the other, and it wasn't unusual for him to wake up either with his arms around her waist and hers around his neck or with her body fully pressed on top of him, her head on his shoulder, sighing softly every few minutes. When he woke up first in those mornings, he would just pretend to be sleeping so that he could stay there for another half hour. He'd caught her doing the same once or twice too, when she thought he was asleep.

Of course they didn't even look each other in the eyes when they woke up; they used excuses for those same actions later. Her star-fish position for example.

They did it because they both knew that neither of them was ready to acknowledge that. 'Their thing'. Because there was a thing, and it was going to burst soon if they didn't do something about it.

He unlocked his apartment door, throwing his jacket to the couch. He quickly took off his shirt and went to get a beer. Drinking it in quickly, he then moved into his bedroom. He didn't even bother to turn on the lights, grabbing a t-shirt from his dresser and making his way towards the bathroom. He slipped off his jeans and brushed his teeth, putting his white t-shirt over his head while he re-entered the bedroom. It was only then that he saw her, her beautiful face lit up by the moonlight.

She was sitting in his bed, wearing a tank top and yoga pants and staring at him.

"Hi."

"Hi." She responded, her gaze wondering over his body. God, he was hot.

"So, hum… missed me already, Fern?" he tried shoving it off with a joke, but, surprisingly, she just got up and walked over to where he was standing, keeping herself only two inches away from him.

"I couldn't sleep." She said, taking another step towards him.

"You couldn't… sleep." He repeated and she nodded; deciding to push his luck, he stepped closer, his hands barely grazing her slim waist. "And why was that?"

She bit her bottom lip and took another step, sliding slightly into his arms. "I don't know. I had a beer, watched Top Model and then I went to bed."

"But you couldn't sleep." He was unconsciously leaning his head towards hers, and she was doing nothing to stop it.

"Right. That's when I realized that something was… missing."

Her last words were said almost brushing her lips against his and he shuddered lightly.

"Something…?" she looked at him, pleading with her mismatched eyes, but he needed to hear it. He needed that reassurance.

"Someone. Someone was missing." She whispered finally, fear and bad memories creeping to her at what she had just said and what would come after that.

He grinned inside before he crashed his lips against hers. She gasped but immediately placed her right hand on the hair at the back of his neck, her left standing just above his heart. They kissed passionately until they ran out of air.

She smiled shyly at him and he returned with the happiest grin he had ever shown anyone. He played with a lock of her hair and then slowly placed his lips on her ear, speaking in a teasing tone. "So, hum… do you want to sleep?"

She laughed and turned so that she could whisper against his lips, also teasingly. "Not really… do you?"

"Not a chance." He said, already picking her up in his strong arms. She laughed and kissed him again.

"Well at least we finally agree on something…"

A.N - I will possibly make a second chapter of this, maybe about the next morning...? What do you think? Please leave a review on your way out :)