A/N: Hi. This is my first fic for NCIS LA and I'm feeling a little bit intimidated because there are so many great authors for this fandom that capture Kensi and Deeks and the team so perfectly and I hesitate to step into their shadows. This idea has been on my mind and heart for months and I've finally gotten it all out. I wanted sweet fluffy Densi but this got a little heavier in parts than I originally anticipated. I hope I've done them justice and I hope whoever reads enjoys the story as well. Please be gentle, I'm kind of nervous about this one. Thank you for taking the time to check it out. ~Aliyah

Deeks slid his arms around Kensi's waist, smiling when she leaned back into him without hesitation. The last six months of dating had torn down so many walls that used to keep them apart. He kissed her neck. "When you said all in, how far did you mean it?"

She tipped her head and tried to turn around to face him but Deeks held her in place. "I meant it." Her confusion was easily telegraphed by the furrowed brow he could imagine. "You have to know that by now Deeks. Why are you asking me?"

He took a deep breath. "Did you mean it far enough to marry me?" Kensi froze, her mouth falling open in shock, and Deeks opened his left hand, revealing two small gold circles cradled in his palm. "Just listen, okay? I know this is freaking you out. You're comfortable with what we have, probably hoping that if we never put a label on it nothing would change or have the chance to break. But Kens, I want more." His breath probably tickled her cheek but she didn't move and Deeks couldn't even tell if she'd started breathing again. "Being engaged is a sore subject with your history, I get it, so all I'm suggesting is that we're engaged for the forty-five minutes it'll take for us to drive to City Hall and meet with a judge."

He reluctantly let go of his girlfriend and propped one hip on the counter, holding up the ring she'd wear first if her answer was what he hoped. It was simple and understated, the symbol for infinity creating the top of the band, with a diamond inset where the gold loops crossed each other. Made to fit overtop and clip into place, her wedding band was identical except that the infinity symbol was encrusted with tiny diamonds.

"This is us Kens, when we say our vows. No beginning and no end, and I absolutely promise you - no waking up alone." Granted there would be many days he got up early to go surfing, but he'd always wake her to let her know where he was going and invite her to come along if she so desired. "I wanted them to be subtle so you could wear them at work, but you deserve so much more."

Because Kensi was only staring at him, her expression blank, Deeks' heart beat in overtime and his stomach started doing nervous little flips, but he pressed on, hoping his words were getting through. From small of his back came a brown folder and he opened it to show his signature on both pages. "Hetty's already approved it. I resigned from LAPD. As of Monday I'm officially an agent of NCIS. That's my wedding present for you."

Her eyes widened. "Deeks," she whispered. "No. You love being a cop."

He framed her face with his hands. "Of my own free will, I will never leave you again Kensalina. Not for LAPD business or deep undercover. I love you more than the job." Tears spilled down Kensi's cheeks and Deeks was glad to see a reaction finally. His touch drifted down to settle at her hips and he rested his forehead on hers. "As much as I love seeing you in a dress, I'd like to marry you in jeans and a t-shirt because that's us." He closed his eyes and grasped for courage before meeting her troubled gaze again. "Please say yes."

Kensi's hands hovered at his chest before finding a place on his waist and she made him wait entirely too long before speaking. "I can't." He stilled, his worst fears confirmed. But before he could even think of backing away and trying to get some distance she continued. "I can't answer a question I haven't been asked."

Grinning as though his face would split, Deeks stared into her beautiful mismatched eyes. "Kensi Marie Blye, will you marry me?"

She smiled with tears that could only be happy in her gaze. "Martin Andrew Deeks, I would be honoured."

Deeks whooped and spun her around the kitchen, stopping by the wall to kiss her with a passion that surprised both of them. Kensi wouldn't let him away with only one and time had no meaning as long as they spent ensconced in each other's arms. Then he strode back to the counter, shoved the wedding band in his pocket and crooked his finger at her. "Future Mrs. Deeks, this belongs to you."

Kensi rolled her eyes and sauntered casually towards him. "I'm keeping my last name."

He'd expected nothing less. "I still get to call you that in private."

She smirked. "What makes you think I want to be anywhere private with you?"

"That is kind of the idea behind honeymoons."

"We have to work Monday."

"So it'll be a short honeymoon." He winked. "Which means thirty-six hours and no getting dressed."

"If I decide to put up with you that long," Kensi shot back, the sarcasm losing its sting when her expression conveyed only adoration.

"Come on Princess, you know you love me."

"The nicknames not so much, but yeah, I love you." She held out her left hand and Deeks gently pushed the ring into place. She rubbed the band with her thumb and flexed her fingers, the weight familiar and unfamiliar with heartbreak combating the joy she wanted to feel.

He could see the wheels turning and drew her close, whispering, "Forty-five minutes," in her ear. When she finally relaxed, Deeks swallowed. "Can you do something for me?" Kensi looked up, searching his face, and nodded. "Deeks is still fine for work, but when it's just the two of us could you try to call me Marty?" Close to five years as partners, another half as a couple, and he didn't think she'd ever addressed him by his first name.

"That might sound weird coming from your partner." His face fell and she kissed the corner of his mouth. "But from your wife..." She sucked in her breath as the word hit her. "Oh my gosh."

His fingers laced securely behind her back, hoping to keep her from running away. "Don't freak out on me now babe, please."

"No, I'm not. I just-" Kensi scraped shaking fingers through her hair. "Okay, seriously, we need to leave before I change my mind."

Hurt flashed on his expression. "Would you?"

She thought long and hard about the answer and shook her head. "No. But I just need to get it over with. Because at this moment I'm completely terrified." Kensi gritted her teeth. "I swear Deeks, if you leave my sight today I will throttle you."

One eyebrow rose. "Deeks?"

"We're not married yet," she retorted. "And it's going to take some getting used to. Please, can we go?" Her tone was pleading, which was out of character for his sassy, confident partner.

Deeks brushed his lips over hers. "Breathe." She did and he smiled. "Let's get out of here."

LA traffic on a Saturday kept them engaged for fifty-seven minutes, and less than two hours after he proposed Kensi and Deeks walked back to her car as husband and wife. She headed for the driver's door and he followed her. "Married people share you know."

"You can't drive my car."

"I'll spring for ice cream." She paused, keys in hand, so he upped the ante. "Donuts?" Kensi slowly faced him and Deeks played his trump card. "Twinkies?" He waggled his eyebrows and her lips twitched.

She held the keys out. "Fine. But don't scratch it."

"Yes!" Deeks raised his arms in victory and planted a kiss on her mouth. "Thanks wifey."

She snorted. "I'd say anytime hubby, but you might think I meant it."

Despite how much he wanted to, Deeks didn't dare suggest he get her door. Ms. Independent and Self-Sufficient wouldn't be changing her stripes just because his ring was on her finger. Though he was pretty darn proud of that fact, especially when she kept looking down and touching it like she was trying to make sure this was real. They got in and he looked at her expectantly. "Where to? Your place, mine, hotel? Your wish is my command."

"Don't even start," Kensi warned. "Twinkies first, then my place I think." Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "It's about time we did something in my bed besides sleep."

He liked where her thoughts were and started the engine, remembering back to their disastrous almost date at the fancy restaurant before she was sent away and how he finally got up the nerve to tell her when he wanted. Sex was the only thing on his mind as they drove to his apartment, still shocked that Kensi was actually willing to move forward with him. But once inside the hesitation and how tentative they were for just a couple kisses was a splash of cold water for them both. He was still fragile, she afraid of the consequences. So despite what the others assumed because her outfit was the same, they didn't have sex that night. They sat on his couch and tried to talk, solved a few communication issues by making out, and fell asleep in his bed in their clothes, ready to try and make things work between them.

Kensi's fears and insecurities got the better of her when his protective instincts regarding her stopped him from shooting the suspect holding a gun to her head. And though she'd sincerely apologized for hitting him that particular incident caused a bit of a roadblock, not to mention their separation when Hetty sent her away and the lengths he learned he was willing to go if it meant finding her alive.

It was a slow painful process working their way back to each other and a complete role reversal to require Kensi's patience while he pulled away. But they made it, and in the process of her healing and needing someone close and him trying to fight his fears of what could happen they'd spent innumerable nights draped across each other on her couch before finally graduating to cuddling on the bed while they slept. But no less than innocent touching and no kissing while everything was in limbo were her hard and fast rules, which made it challenging to be so close.

The ice rink and Kensi's declaration about being bold was their turning point and though he'd wondered if Mammoth might be where something happened, in the end they shied away from breaching the wall between them. Instead they enjoyed a lot of fresh air, fluffy snow, a fireplace to roast marshmallows in, and the chance to be wrapped up together in the cozy warmth of their cabin. They talked, really talked, openly and honestly for the first time - no backing down or hiding what they felt behind a bunch of metaphors that were starting to make them dizzy from all the circles they'd been spinning around everything that was too scary and vulnerable and real to say out loud.

Since then most of their off-work time was spent in each other's company, with the occasional night off to regain equilibrium and perspective. Deeks sometimes wondered why they'd never taken things further despite the obvious attraction and spark between them, but as he squeezed his wife - his wife's! - hand and smiled, he thought that maybe this was what they'd been waiting for, a sense of permanence and something that couldn't be taken away.

In answer to his unspoken thoughts Kensi rubbed the smooth gold of his wedding band that proclaimed he belonged to her alone and at the next stoplight leaned over and kissed his cheek. When they stopped at a convenience store Deeks bought her two boxes of Twinkies and scrawled 'I love you' in all the blank space before coming back out to drop them in her lap. And Kensi made the rest of the weekend well worth his effort.