"This is the single, most irresponsible thing you could have ever done!"

"I've done worse."

"Don't do that!"

"Do what?"

"Don't use stupid off hand comments like that!"

"And why not?"

"Because I said so, Deeks!" Kensi slapped his arm in frustration; she had been nagging him for a good fifteen minutes since they got back from their op. Deeks had taken it upon himself to chase down their suspect and nearly got pulverized when he ran into an ambush. Kensi had been tending the cut on his forehead by dabbing it with rubbing alcohol while at the same time ripping him a new one about going off on his own. "I don't care if you are experienced in things like this!" She had told him.

Marty Deeks sat at his desk with his partner planted firmly between his legs to get as close as possible to clean the gash on his head. He let her snap at him because he knew this was her way of showing concern. He winced every now and then when she would become forceful and angrily pressed the cotton swab to his forehead. Deeks didn't care that he was hurt, though. He had only chased after the suspect because he knew they had been made and if Deeks hadn't acted first, Kensi would have and the roles in that moment would have been reversed.

Callen and Sam watched from their desks as Kensi lectured Deeks, and he just sat there and took it.

"He's totally whipped." Callen whispered to his partner.

"I'll say." Sam chuckled, shaking his head. "Quit looking, they'll notice, and then we'll be next in Kensi's motherly scolding."

Callen couldn't help himself; Kensi had never really tended to anyone the way she did to Deeks and it made him wonder just how long it'll be before they've finally cracked.

"I should kill you, Deeks." She continued, ripping open a bandage and gently placing it over his cut.

He shrugged, having taken hold of her hips without her even noticing and holding on to her as a lover would.

"And don't think you're getting off easy, either." Kensi reached down and put a hand on his shoulder, examining it. "You need to get checked out. I damn well know your ribs are at least bruised if not broken. And your shoulder might be dislocated. Damn it, Deeks, I can't believe you'd be so reckless. Actually, no, I can believe it."

"Kens, I have a major headache." Deeks groaned, leaning forward and nuzzling his face into her stomach. "And you ranting doesn't exactly help."

He had never really been one for affection with Kensi, but he was quickly starting to realize that he was falling for her deeper and deeper everyday; his hands constantly needed to be on her, or she had to always be within earshot, or he had to be able to see her everywhere he turned.

"You're still going to the hospital." She insisted, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. "God, I can feel your stubble through my shirt. It's itchy as hell."

"Stop wearing thin shirts, then." His reply was muffled.

"It's not thin. Just get up so I can take you to get checked out, please?"

"I just want to stay like this for a while, Kensi, okay?"

"No, Deeks, we're going and that's final."

"Mr. Deeks, I do believe when a woman says something is final, I can assure you that she means it." Hetty appeared, actually watching them for quite some time.

Deeks groaned loudly into Kensi's stomach, earning a giggle since the vibrations tickled her. He smiled as he playfully bit her stomach before letting go and standing up.

"Thank you, Hetty." Kensi smiled triumphantly as she grabbed the car keys and Deeks' arm to drag him out.

"Will you kiss it and make it better?" He joked on their way out, expecting a pinch or a smack, only to be caught completely by surprise when she turned to him, grabbed the back of his neck, and brought his lips down to hers.

The kiss was soft, sweet, and Deeks nearly swooned at how tender it was. He held on to her tightly, molding her body to his and loving how perfect a fit it was.

It ended all too soon for him and he started to protest, but she shushed him and promised if he behaved at the hospital, she'd reward him with another kiss. He grinned and practically ran to the car, making her shake her head and feeling as though she just made a promise with a twelve year old.