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Assiduous [as·sid·u·ous] adj. 1. Constant in application or attention; diligent: "An assiduous worker who strove for perfection." 2. Unceasing; persistent: "Assiduous cancer research."

"Are you sure you are ok?" Deeks asked for about the third time that evening. They had finished an op successfully and he was hanging out with Kensi at her place. He could tell that he was getting on her nerves, but he really didn't care. It was his God given right as her partner to make sure she was ok.

"For the last time, I am FINE!" Kensi snapped, adding an emphasis on the word fine. Which was her mistake.

"You only say that you're fine when something is wrong, so what is wrong. If you have to go to the hospital, I will take you to the hospital."

"Deeks, what makes you think I need to go to the hospital?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe it has to do with the fact you were shoved out of a moving car, thrown off a pier and nearly drowned." Deeks said, counting on his fingers as he listed off what happened just that afternoon.

"I did not nearly drown."

"Kensi, I'm pretty sure you swallowed almost a third of the ocean. You kept spitting up water for nearly ten minutes. And don't think you have distracted me from the original topic- what is wrong?"

Kensi opened her mouth to argue that she was fine, but she saw the look on Deeks' face and knew it wouldn't do her any good. "My shoulder is sore. It got dislocated when I was shoved out of the car, but it got popped back in place."

"Do you need to go to the hospital?" Deeks asked.

Kensi shook her head. "What I need is some Tylenol and a hot shower. And beer."

Deeks stood up. "Tell you what, you take a shower and I'll go get us some beer and food. What sounds good to you?"

"Chinese." Kensi said instantly.

"Ok, I'll pick some up. Now, go relax." Deeks ordered and then he walked out her front door. Kensi then made her way to the bathroom for a well deserved shower.

About 45 minutes later, Deeks was back in her place, getting dishes out so that they could eat. He could hear the shower still going and he was fine with that. If that made Kensi feel better, she could spend two hours for all he cared. He was just opening the food containers when Kensi walked into the kitchen.

"It smells great." She stated as she took a seat at the table.

"Yup. Do you feel better?" Deeks asked as he took his usual seat across from her.

"Yeah, the shower helped a lot."

They ate in comfortable silence. After they were both done, Deeks took the dishes to the sink and started washing them.

"You can just leave them; I'll wash them tomorrow."

Deeks shook his head. "Nope, I know you. If I leave them for you to do, they won't get done till the next time I eat over here."

Kensi was about to argue, but stopped. He was right and she knew it. "Thank you." She said finally. What it sounded like she was thanking him for the food, but really she was thanking him for caring enough to keep pushing her until she told the truth.

Deeks looked over at Kensi and knew what she was really saying. "You're welcome." Was what he said but in reality he was saying I know you would do the same, because that's what partners do.

It's been awhile since I've updated this one. Just seemed like no good words were coming up. But this word came up and it seemed to work.

So, who all watch the season premiere of NCIS: LA? (Cuz I did) what did you all think?

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