A/N: Thanks so much to everyone for all the positive feedback! It is truly encouraging when people take a few seconds to comment on something that I worked so hard on! This is the last chapter so please enjoy!

"You do this every year?" Kensi asked as she scooped another helping of mashed potatoes onto a plate.

"Every year since I started at LAPD," Deeks replied as he added a roll and handed it to the woman in front of him. "Merry Christmas!"

"That's really cool Deeks," Kensi told him.

"It's a fairly selfish act on my part. Better than sitting home alone on Christmas Eve."

Kensi shook her head. "Only you would think feeding hungry people was selfish Deeks." She paused. "This is the best Christmas Eve I've had in a long time. Thanks for inviting me."

Deeks paused in his scooping but didn't make eye contact. "Ah, well, that was purely selfish too."

Kensi frowned. "Why? Because you needed an extra hand?"

"No," Deeks sighed and looked her directly into her eyes. "Because I didn't want you to be alone tonight."

The moment felt frozen; their eyes locked together. "Oh," Kensi finally managed.

"Hey!" An elderly man in a red plaid shirt interrupted them. "This food isn't going to serve itself!" He shoved his plate at them.

"Right you are sir! Sorry about that," Deeks shifted smoothly back into serving mode.

It took Kensi another minute to recover.

Kensi was grateful when Deeks suggested the head out early. Her head had begun to ache again and she felt exhausted by the time he ushered her out to the car. He'd insisted on driving, citing her head injury as the reason. She'd fought him on it initially but now was happy to have someone else take her aching body home.

She leaned her head back against the seat as he started the vehicle and pulled out into traffic. "Thank you, Deeks. For today. With Callen and Sam. I uh, I appreciate it."

He glanced at her before returning his gaze to the road. "You're my partner Kens. It's my job to run interference for you whether be it with Al Qaeda, an LA street gang, or with Callen and Sam. I've got your back."

She must have been even more tired than she'd thought because she dozed off as they drove. "Rise and shine Sleeping Beauty," Deeks said softly as he turned off the car.

Kensi blinked several times and then frowned. "Deeks, this is not my house."

"I know. It's mine," Deeks got out of the car leaving a very confused Kensi to scramble after him.

"Deeks what do you mean it's yours?" she asked.

"Where I live. My fortress of solitude. Casa de Marty," Deeks said as he retrieved their bags from the trunk.

"Yes, but why are we here instead of my place?" Kensi asked desperately trying to wrap her mind around the situation.

"Because you have a serious head injury and I'm not comfortable letting you go home alone. Particularly because you refused to go the hospital for medical treatment."

"Deeks," Kensi let out an incredulous laugh, "I do not want to spend the night sleeping on your futon."

"Futon?" Deeks rolled his eyes. "Give me a little credit partner. I have a guest room with a bed and everything. I even change the sheets in there occasionally."

He left her standing by the car and walked to the front door. Kensi followed after a moment ready with another argument. "Deeks-"

He turned abruptly causing her to stop short. "Kensi, the other option is that I take you home and spend the night outside on your porch making sure you're all right. So do us both a favor and come inside. Please."

He was pleading with her and Kensi felt strangely affected by it. "Okay, okay," she held up her hands in surrender. "I'll come inside."

"Thank you," he said ushering her into his home. "Hi Monty! Who's a good boy?" He greeted his dog and then proceeded to give her the tour. "Bathroom is down the hall to the left. Kitchen is right in front of you. Help yourself. And the TV remote is in the end table next to the couch. If you erase the episodes of 'Iron Chef' I have DVRed I will kill you."

"Iron Chef?" Kensi asked with a smile.

"No one's better than Bobby Flay." Deeks snapped Monty's leash onto his collar. "Gotta take Monty here out for a potty break. Make yourself at home."

Kensi looked around and then headed for the kitchen in hopes of finding something to eat that hadn't expired six months prior. She opened the fridge and her eyes fell on a box of twinkies and a king size package of peanut butter cups.

"Finding everything okay?" Deeks came up behind her.

She turned, eyes wide. "You bought me twinkies. And peanut butter cups. How did you-? When did you-?" She couldn't finish her sentences.

Deeks shrugged. "It's my 'Kensi Stash.'" He air quoted this. "You're my partner. There was a pretty good chance you'd come by at some point."

Kensi stared for only a second before throwing her arms around him in a tight hug. "Thank you Deeks," she said quietly.

It didn't take long for Deeks to reciprocate. "You're welcome."

Monty barked and they broke their embrace. "Come on. Let's get you to bed. The Twinkies will still be here in the morning. Unless Monty eats them," Deeks said with a smile.

"Fine!" Kensi groaned good-naturedly and allowed him to give her a gentle shove down the hall. "But I'm eating them for breakfast."

"Okay, your room is on the right, mine is on the left. Holler if you need anything."

"Will do." She paused as she entered her room. "Merry Christmas Deeks."

"Merry Christmas Kensi."

A/N: Thanks again for reading! This is the end for this fic but be on the lookout for more Deeks/Kensi goodness in the near future! I just can't stop! :)