May I

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I'm really glad you're alive

Marty Deeks gritted his teeth, internally kicking himself as he paced back and forth in the hallway. The door was right there, just inches away, and the obnoxiously large numbers printed into the wood seemed to be taunting him.

To onlookers, there was no obvious reason as to why the shaggy-haired detective would be avoiding the inevitable. After all, if he was at the hospital this close to closing hours, when only family members were allowed to visit, he must know the patient inside that small room pretty well.

But Deeks could count so many different reasons. So many that he almost turned on his heel and left the building. But there was something stopping him.

He had to see her.

Deeks had waited for so long to be able to see her again. Selfies sent back and forth weren't enough. They didn't live up to actually having her in front of him, so close that he could reach out and touch her.

Deeks swore that he could still feel her in his arms, clutching onto him as desperately as he had wanted to get her back. Holding onto him as though letting go meant losing him forever. He recalled perfectly how it felt to have her pressed against him, nothing but warmth and what felt like home to him.

He remembered the utter fear he had felt when Nell had announced that Agent Blye - the formal title spilling from the little dark-haired analyst was still an odd sound - had gone missing in Afghanistan. He remembered how it felt to look at that damn picture, and feel the absolute despair crash down on him, thinking that that was it. After everything they had been through, he had thought in that moment, that it was over. That he had lost her.

Deeks paused mid-step. That was why he was here so late. That was exactly why he needed to see her. Deeks needed to make sure he wasn't imagining it. He needed to be sure that she had come home to him.

With a deep breath, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed detective gripped the door handle, using the cool metal as an anchor as he exhaled, and opened the door.

Kensi Blye never usually hated hospitals.

While she was never exactly jumping for joy each time she was in one, Kensi could at least hide her distaste. But now, laying in the slightly uncomfortable hospital bed, in a room all by herself, she scowled at every single item in the room.

Even the roses sent to her by her team were receiving one of her angrier glares.

Kensi had given up insisting that she didn't need the care a handful of hours before. She knew her attempts were futile, and her protests fell on deaf ears.

The doctor on site in Afghanistan had only been able to do a preliminary examination, patching up all of the wounds that were visible. After he had recommended to Callen that she be brought to a local hospital the second they landed on US soil, Kensi knew her fate had been sealed.

A diagnosis of 2 cracked ribs, a minor concussion and heavy bruising later, Kensi was confined to a hospital bed, and told she would be out at the earliest time of 2 days if she was good.

Kensi sighed, wincing at the painful tug in her torso, and leaned her head back against the rough pillow. Her doctor had told her that, due to the nature of her injuries, they would allow someone to stay with her for the night if she felt more comfortable.

In the heat of the moment, Kensi had insisted that she didn't need anyone. But now, with the quietness of the hospital, and the loneliness of her private room, Kensi was regretting her words.

Who would she have had stay with her anyway? Sam, who would have stared at her with those large, sympathetic brown eyes all night. Eric or Callen, who wouldn't have known what to say. Her mom - Kensi's eyes widened, and she quickly decided not to tell her mother about this little incident.

The brunette supposed there was always Nell. The short analyst would have been her second option, the first being...

Deeks

His name came to mind so fast that it almost shocked her.

Kensi bit her lip, shaking her head as another painful twinge stopped her. This time, it came from her head, and made her eyes water. God, Afghanistan really had done a number of her, and not just physically.

Jack

Seeing him after so many years had been torture. Knowing that he had given up hope on them so long ago was even worse. Even though Kensi had since moved on too, the wounds Jack had left were still raw, and she hoped that one day, she would be at peace about the whole thing.

For now, however, Kensi ached for comfort.

But she didn't ache for Jack. No, she ached for her bright-eyed partner.

When the door to her room opened, Kensi contemplated faking sleep so that the night nurse wouldn't make small talk. However, a familiar mop of blonde hair stopped her.

She sat up slightly in bed, her hands itching to go to her hair and smooth it down somewhat.

"Deeks?"

"Hey." His voice was barely above a whisper,"Did I wake you?"

"No." Kensi answered honestly, looking down at her lap,"I ... I can't sleep. What are you doing here? It's almost eleven."

"I..." Deeks trailed off, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. He cleared his throat,"I wanted to see you. I, uh, no. I wanted to see if you needed anything before I head home for the night."

"No, I'm good." Kensi nodded, her mouth suddenly feeling dry.

"Uh, okay then." Deeks hesitated, and then turned towards the door,"I'll see you in the morning, I guess. Uh, goodnight."

"Deeks."

Her voice stopped him, and he cleared his throat, turning back to her. "Yeah?"

"I do need something."

Deeks stood a little straighter, his eyes soft as he stared at her, trying to convey as much concern and care as possible in one gaze. "Anything."

Kensi took a deep breath, hating how her stomach flipped and fluttered at the sound of his voice. Hating how the feel of his eyes on her made her feel like the only person in the entire world.

The word slipped out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

"You."

And suddenly, it was like everything had stopped. Time, sound, breathing. Everything just came to a halt, and Kensi was very aware of how little distance there was between herself and her partner.

Deeks hadn't spoken, though his lips did part and his shoulders rose and fell with the breath he had let out.

Kensi, embarrassed and blushing, struggled for something to say. She looked down at her lap again.

"I just, I don't like sleeping in hospitals, and - and you're here so -"

"Okay."

Kensi's eyes snapped up, locking with her partner's. "Okay?"

Deeks nodded, shrugging off his jacket,"Okay. I said anything, so okay."

"What about Monty?" Despite her words, Kensi scooted over in the bed, hoping it would be big enough for the both of them.

"My neighbor's got him. Her son loves Monty so, he'll be fine, and she won't mind." Deeks assured, walking towards the bed.

Kensi struggled to control her breathing, which had sped up along with her heartbeat. She was instantly thankful that they hadn't needed to hook her up to a heart monitor, because she was sure the nurses and doctors outside would be bursting through the door at any moment if they had.

Silently, Deeks slid onto the bed beside her, scooting back towards the pillows and holding his arms out. Kensi faltered for a moment, before moving towards him and laying her head on his shoulder, placing one hand on his chest and tucking the other up under his arm, feeling his muscles contract under her touch.

Deeks pulled the covers up around them, stroking her arms to generate heat. Kensi sighed contentedly, snuggling deeper into his arms.

She focused on the sound of his breathing, and found that sleep seemed to be coming to her a lot easier now. Her eyelids felt heavier, and she was just about to give into sleep when she felt lips press against her forehead.

Kensi smiled softly, and looked up, locking eyes with him again. Deeks's lips quirked up in the corners in a gentle smile.

Kensi paused, and then leaned up, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss.

Deeks returned the kiss with equal tenderness, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face. As they pulled away, Deeks smiled again and pressed a kiss to her nose.

"She's home."
Kensi smiled, settling back down into his arms.

"I'm home."

I wasn't planning on adding a kiss but... hey, it happens.

The song listened to when I came up with this was, in fact, May I - Trading Yesterday

I highly recommend you listen to the song if you haven't already, 'cause it gives me serious Densi feels.

Hope you guys enjoyed this little drabble! It was really fun to write :)

- Megan