A/N: Post ep for "A Fait Accompli" because they whumped Deeks and the writers didn't care even a little bit so I fixed it.

Deeks had felt his ribs give during that last round of fight training and was pretty proud of the fact that he'd neither screamed like a small child nor let his opponent get the best of him. He'd taken the guy to the ground despite the fireball of pain in his chest.

He'd limped himself back to his room afterward and collapsed on his bed for like three hours, unable to move as his bones burned inside him. He'd finally managed to crawl himself to the bathroom for some painkillers which had only juuuust taken the edge off.

The plane ride had been tolerable-ish, he'd managed to sleep on and off which gave him respite from the pain, but the car ride home was actual hell. He felt every bump and jostle of the car as his knuckles gripped the arm rest ever tighter, all while Kensi chattered on about how proud she was of him and how they should order a special bottle of something to celebrate with on Saturday. He'd never been so happy and in so much pain at the same time.

Kensi put the car in park and looked at him. "Okay, what's wrong? You should be over the moon right now."

"I am," Deeks said, trying to sound casual and like himself. "Baby I am. I am…beyond thrilled about this."

"Is it about the party? Because you know that if everyone was here we would—"

"No, no it's not about the party. I waited twelve years for this, I can wait a few more days," he told her as he attempted to unbuckle his seatbelt. Every movement sent a stab of pain through his ribcage.

She looked at him hard, clearly unconvinced. "What aren't you telling me?"

"Nothing, not a thing. Let's just get inside. Very excited to sleep in a bed that doesn't have the blood, sweat, and tears of generations of FLETC candidates soaked into the mattress."

He managed to slide out of the car without screaming in pain but things went significantly downhill when he reached for his bag in the back seat. He let out a strangled grunt and dropped it, a hand going against the car for support at he took shallow breaths.

"Deeks? You okay?" Kensi called from the doorway.

"Yeah!" he called back, trying not to fall to the ground in agony. "Yeah I'll be there in a sec!"

He managed to get inside in one piece, skirting past Monty who was losing his mind at the return of his two favorite humans, and calling to Kensi that he was going to take a shower.

Upstairs he sank gingerly and cautiously onto their bed, hands shaking as he managed to get his shirt off and then unwind the bandages. His ribs throbbed incessantly and he was honestly surprised he couldn't see them pulsing beneath his skin.

The bruising seemed to have spread, dark purple and black, to cover half his torso. He probed tentatively and had to bite back a hiss of pain. Shit. This was not good.

It took everything in him to get up and get in the shower, but even the gentle spray of hot water sent searing pain through him so he didn't last long before he found himself back on the bed, towel wrapped around his waist, energy completely drained.

The door opened and before he could move Kensi came in. "Babe do you—oh my god!"

She was next to him in an instant, hands held out like she wanted to touch him but was afraid to. "Baby what happened?!"

"It's not that bad," he managed.

"Deeks it looks terrible!" she said, staring at the bruising in horror. "I thought you'd just pulled a muscle or something, I never would have…I can't believe they let you get on a plane like this!"

"Well…technically they may not have known."

Her face froze and then her eyes narrowed. "Martin Atticus Deeks! You didn't tell anyone you were hurt? What were you thinking?!"

"That I didn't want to be kicked out of the program for medical reasons," he said breathlessly.

"That is so stupid! I cannot believe you! I would punch you but it looks like someone beat me to it! How the hell did this happen?"

"I think it was a combination of the agility course and assault training," he said with a wince.

"Baby!"

"Kens they were already calling me the old guy, I didn't want to give them any reason to kick me out!"

"This looks like you could have internal bleeding," Kensi said, her voice low and dangerous as her hands ghosted softly over his bruised skin.

"I don't. I promise. If I did I probably would have passed out on the plane. It's just a cracked rib or two. Or all of them. Maybe. Possibly. Kind of feels like all of them right now."

"I am so mad at you," she said accusingly, standing and stalking to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?"

"To get you some painkillers, you look like you're dying!" she shouted back.

"Thank you?" Deeks called back weakly.

"You're welcome." She returned and angrily shoved a glass of water and two pills at him.

He swallowed them gratefully, hoping they would kick in fast. "You still love me?" he asked tentatively.

"Yes, I still love you. I'm furious at you, but I still love you. Which is why we're taking a trip to the doctor first thing in the morning."

"That's fair."

"Yeah, it definitely is."

She stood abruptly and left the room. "Now where are you going?" he cried.

"To get you an ice pack! And then I'm going to order you dinner! And then, when you're better, I'm going to kill you for being so stupid! Now lie down and don't get up again until I tell you to!"

Deeks smiled and shook his head. It was good to be home.

A/N: I was very thrilled to use Deeks' full name in this fic. Very thrilled. Hope you enjoyed! Leave your love in the reviews!