"So how you feeling about going back to LAPD?" Sam had been the first to ask Deeks. Ever since their shared experience they had become closer, talking to each other about things they didn't want to stress their partners with. Sam had asked him quietly while G and Eric were in a noisy debate over which game to play.

"Totally honest?" Sam gave a nod, hoping for the truth. "Terrified. I've got stuff to lose now. I don't want to lose myself either. Every time I go under as Max I lose a bit of myself. He isn't even the worst cover I've got." Deeks said with a shiver and it made Sam feel a lot worse about what his friend was about to go through.

"You know we've all got your back?" Deeks brought his hands down his face, letting out a sigh.

"Technically yes. But its not like a normal op we run, four of us know where the other is, short term. It's not what you used to do either, go in as team, leave no man behind." he took a minute, looking to see if the other two men had noticed the serious discussion that was happening but they were still arguing. "I only have myself to rely on. I talk to my handler every two weeks at most, sometimes less. I have no contact with anyone outside my new life. I don't tell anyone back in an office if I'm entering a dodgy building. I just go in, and hope I haven't been made."

Sam was seeing his friend in a new light once more. Deeks seemed scared, and he knew that by the time it came to returning he would have a steely demeanour back on his face, determined to get the job done but right now he was terrified. And Sam was helpless to do anything about it.

"Lets go steal the controllers back." he said, wanting to distract the detective.

After an hour of games, Deeks made his way back to his armchair. Feeling tired and confused about where Kensi was. Thinking maybe she had gotten his text after all and wasn't coming back until the coast was clear. He then heard a small knock at the door and all the eyes in the room turned to see who was at the door.

Kensi suddenly felt self-conscious now that she was stood at his door, she pulled the bottom of her coat down a little further, even thought she had checked, from multiple angles in her house that she wouldn't be caught short by some stranger.

She gave a short knock on the door before entering.

"Kensi, you look really good."

Eric's voice wasn't what she was expecting to hear, and she froze in place for a moment.

"Um, thanks." she glanced around spotting Deeks sitting in his arm chair, trying his hardest not to laugh and shooting her a sympathetic look. She could feel the heat rising up her face and was hoping that no one was noticing. "What are you guys all doing here?" She asked, seeing that three men she considered as close to brothers as she possibly had were about three feet in front of her.

"Thought we would keep Deeks company. Why are you back? And why are you all dressed up?"

"Deeks needs his medications and I forgot to bring them in for him earlier, and my mom and I are going out for a meal." They seemed to buy it and Kensi moved towards Deeks, suddenly very aware of the amount of fabric between her and all the guys in her life seeing what she very much intended on keeping private.

"Deeks can you walk? I want to talk you through the meds and put them all away somewhere that suits you." He could see in her eyes that he had no choice but to follow her and quickly hopped into the kitchen, she closed the door behind him as soon as he was in the kitchen.

"Why are they here?" she asked, in a hush whisper, feeling a little angry at how uncomfortable she felt, but not knowing who or where to direct it. "You could have warned me."

"I sent you a text." Kensi swore under her breath that she had decided to leave her phone uncharged. "You look good Fern."

"Yeah, I know." she said, and his smile showed he loved the confidence she was exuding. "I look, this, good" she said, pulling open to coat, to reveal, well, not very much.

"You um, you, Kens, that is, wow, hot." She quickly buttoned up, and just in time as the door swung open as Kensi pushed the bag into one of the drawers.

"I'll write it all down if that's easier?" She said, referring to the medication, managing to keep her voice normal.

"Uh-huh." was all Deeks could get out as Callen walked by him to get a drink.

"A lot to take in Deeks?" he asked, trying to keep his friends morale up. An almost squeak of a yes was the reply he received. Kensi stifled a laugh with a cough and watched as he walked back out and their hushed whispered started up once again.

"I can't even just stick around until they leave because I'm dressed like a high class prostitute."

"Nothing classy about you Kensalina." He said, finally in control of himself. The punch in the arm makes him realise he is staring at her coat, as though willing it to open again.

Entering the living room, they see that everything is in a flurry, Eric throwing the games back in his bag and Sam and Callen grabbing their coats from the sofa.

"What's wrong?" Kensi asked, feeling out of the loop.

"Nell just called, we got a case. See you in a couple of days. So sorry we can't stay Deeks."

"Don't worry he'll come and eat out with me." he starts coughing up the water he was drinking just a few moments before, waving as his friends left them alone at last.

The door had barely closed before he yelled,

"Kensi Blye, you can not say that to someone when they aren't expecting it."

"What she asked innocently? It was a cover story that fitted well with my previous ones. You've done undercover work before, you know how it goes. She was already unbuttoning her jacket and his thoughts were soon beginning to jumble.

He grabs the belt that is tied in a haphazard knot pulling it, watching as she walks away from him and into the bedroom, hearing the small but distinct sound of a pile of fabric hitting the floor.

She helps him find his way to the bed, knowing his movements might be a little restricted for their first few weeks together but she is more than happy to take the lead. Climbing on top of him, her hand finds the waistline of his pants, taking just a little bit longer than necessary she quickly relieves him of the pants, his lips finding hers with quick, passionate urge and a look in his eyes that could only be described as longing, and she knew he could see the same thing staring back at him.

The three NCIS co-workers were now sat in a bar, waiting on Nell joining them.

"Those two are doing a magnificent job of hiding it." Sam laughed, taking a drink of the beer in front of him.

"Do you think they know how obvious that was tonight?" Eric asked, he was smiling at the idea that those two finally got together, but was still feeling a little embarrassed by the whole thing. It was Callen that answered, the team deciding to follow his lead on how they would treat the new couple.

"I don't know. Let them enjoy it for a while I guess, the both deserve some good in their lives." He looked up from his drink, making eye contact with his friends. "They better tell us before he goes back to LAPD though, or we ask them outright." The group nodded in agreement. The news of their change in relationship would stay between them, and they would give them space, for now.