A/N: What is happening?

"Mrs. Deeks, I'm so sorry for your loss."

It's not the first time she's been called that, every time bringing a smile to her face. But not today.

She gives the stranger a barely there smile, nodding her head in appreciation.

Once the service starts, the tears start rolling. Every time they mention her husband's name, she has to choke back a sob. Oh, Marty.

When Sam steps up and starts talking about how different the two were, how at first they butted heads and how eventually he figured out the true meaning of not judging a book by its cover. "That guy….that guy was my brother. He was the little brother I never had and I'll miss him every day." He then turns to Kensi, sadness so visible in his eyes. "Kensi, he loved you so much. I've never seen someone so over the moon, head over heels in love with another person the way that Deeks was in love with you." He gives her a sad smile. "I'm not sure if he ever told you this, but on your wedding day, he showed up at my house in the dead of night, worried. He didn't think he was good enough for you. He thought that you deserved someone so much better than him." The ex-Navy SEAL lets out a heavy sigh. "I had to knock some sense into that boy of yours. He loved you so much, more than anyone ever could. You two deserved each other, without a doubt. I'm so sorry."

Sam steps down as another one of Deeks' friends steps up to the pulpit. The words that are said about her husband bring a sad smile to her face because he's all those things and more. She knows it's not normal for a wife to speak at her husband's funeral, but something inside her is telling her that she needs to do this.

"Martin Deeks." Tears begin to roll down her cheeks. "Most of you know that we didn't get along all that well when we first met." Her mind flashes back to their first few years as partners and how often they would butt heads. "I couldn't quite figure him out and I guess that was part of the mystery. But once I found out who he really was and what an amazingly beautiful human being he was, I couldn't help but fall in love with him. He was and still is my best friend. Not a day went by that he didn't make me feel like the most beautiful and most important person in the world. He was the most amazing husband and partner that I could ever have dreamt of." She can't hold back the sobs any longer and the last words that leave her mouth brings the crowd all the way down. "I'm gonna dread not seeing you every day, Marty Deeks. I love you to the end of time and back." Before she can catch herself, she falls to the ground, leaning against the wall too heartbroken to care about anything going on around her.

She's packing up their things, going back and forth between their desks. Looking at the frame in her hands that she just picked up off his desk, a tear falls from her eye. The image that's looking back at her is one that she remembers clearly. It was one that Deeks snapped of them while they bathed in the sunlight on one of the beach loungers on their honeymoon. She's curled into his side as he places his lips on her forehead, kissing her. She lets out a small laugh, remembering that that was one of the few times that they had actually put clothes on. "I can't do this any more, guys. Not without him."

They have a sadness in their eyes. Callen nods his head, understanding completely why she can't carry on doing this kind of work anymore. Nell is inconsolable as Eric does as much as he can in comforting her.

"We understand, Kens. Just remember that we love you and that we're here for you." Sam wraps his arms around her, squeezing her tight. He knows exactly how she feels. Exactly how it feels to lose your everything. "I wanna tell you that it gets better, but it doesn't."

She grasps at his shirt. "Just do one thing for me."

"Anything."

"Catch the motherfucker that killed my husband."

Determination set in his eyes, he pulls back from their embrace, holding her by her arms. "I won't rest until I do."

Walking through the compact aisle, she stops when she reaches her row. "Excuse me. I'm right there." She point to the middle seat as her row mate gets up and lets her in.

Letting out a worrisome sigh, she takes a seat and looks out at the tarmac.

Callused fingers entangle with hers, bringing her out of her troubled state. "Everything's gonna work out, baby."

Her eyes meet those that are a deep ocean blue. The ones that she fell in love with so long ago. "I-I know. I just hate lying to them. Especially Sam and Nell. I mean with Nell just losing her mom and Sam's whole situation, I just….."

He turns, giving her his full attention and cups her cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth in a soothing motion. "Don't you see? That's exactly why we have to do this."

She furrows her brow, not really following where her husband's thoughts are headed.

"Baby, we have to do this so we don't end up in a Sam situation of our own. I can't lose you."

"Me either." She lets out a content sigh as he presses a kiss to her forehead.

He lifts up the arm rest that separates them, wrapping his arm around her shoulder to bring her body into his. Placing a kiss to her temple, he lays his head on top of hers. "I love you, Fern."

"I love you, too, Max."

They pull up into their driveway that belongs to their new house and it's gorgeous to say the least. "Home sweet home."

"Hetty did a good job." She's still a bit sad at the fact that they had to leave their life back in LA but as long as she has him, she has everything she needs. "She said that most of our stuff couldn't be transported but she did manage to get Monty, all of our photos and other things that couldn't be replaced."

He takes her hand, placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist. "As long as I have you, I have everything I'll ever need." Smirking, he looks at their bay window where their pup is looking out at the action going on in the neighborhood. "Just don't tell Monty."

That earns him a laugh and a kiss. "I love you, baby."

"I love you, too, Ferny." They both cringe as he tries to work out a new nickname for her. "I'll work on it."

Her husband's up stairs probably imagining all of the acrobatic sex they're going to be having in their new steam shower, while she's exploring their in home gym. Thank you, Hetty.

She's checking out all the equipment and the high tech treadmill when the door bell rings. "Who could that be? We literally just got here."

Making her way through the kitchen towards the front of the house, she opens the door and is not prepared to be greeted by the face she's met with.

"Wikipedia?"

As Deeks descend the stair and sees the figure of the person that has his wife speechless, his eyes grow wide in shock. "No fucking way."

A/N: Gasp!