Prompt: Deeks complains about his broken toe until Kensi kisses him because she can't resist his "hurt puppy" act.


"Kensi, my toe hurts," Deeks whined, shifting uncomfortably beside her on the couch.

"Well, the doctor did tell you not to put too much pressure on it," Kensi reminded him. He shifted again, blowing out a breath reminiscent of a woman in labor.

"I didn't exactly have a choice. It's not like I wanted to chase that guy." Kensi fixed him with a dubious look, not buying his excuse.

"You could have let someone else do it." Deeks scoffed.

"You guys were busy."

"We were just across the parking lot," Kensi replied with a roll of her eyes.

"Oh, well, excuse me for trying to save your life," Deeks said dramatically, with a hint of real annoyance in his voice. Kensi finally looked over at him and noticed the fine line of pain between his eyebrows.

"Does it really hurt that much?" she asked with growing sympathy. Deeks groaned, covering his face with hands.

"Yes. I've had broken bones before, bullet wounds, and concussions, but I swear this hurts more. There is absolutely no good reason why there's so many nerves in our toes." Only Deeks' distressed expression kept Kensi from laughing at him.

"Why don't you let me take a look?" She gestured to the other side of the couch and Deeks sighed, swinging his leg onto the cushion. Careful not to jar his foot too much, Kensi removed the boot and then unwound the bandage around his big toe.

She hissed despite herself. Two days ago his toe had been swollen and she thought it looked pretty bad. Now it had turned a deep purplish-blue, almost black, color and appeared nearly twice its normal size.

"Is it bad?" Deeks asked, still covering his eyes.

"Don't you want to see?" she asked, vaguely amused by her ridiculous husband.

"Nope." His voice was absolute. "That'll just make it hurt more."

"Ok, then. Well, I'm not a medical professional, but I'd say you probably shouldn't do anymore running for the next few weeks." She gently ran the tip of her finger over the very top of his toe and he jerked as though she twisted it. Wincing she added, "And maybe get another x-ray to make sure you didn't make it worse."

"This sucks," Deeks muttered, finally uncovering his eyes. He was definitely pouting, his eyes downcast and his arms crossed.

"Cheer up, baby. It's not going to be broken forever," she said, but Deeks just sighed again. Placing her hands on either side of his neck, she pulled him forward and kissed him soundly.

"What was that for?" he asked, looking mildly less grumpy.

"I don't like to see you unhappy." she said simply, rubbing her finger over his bottom lip.

"Well, I'm significantly less unhappy than I was 10 seconds ago," he said with a slight, possibly sheepish, smile. "Sorry for complaining so much." Ruffling his hair, she shrugged.

"Hey, what else are wives for?" She kissed him again and added, "And thank you for trying to protect me even though you're hurt. I appreciate it."

"Mm. To answer your question about what wives are for…" Deeks trailed off, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I don't know, you think your foot can take it?" Kensi asked and he pulled her into his lap.

"I'll survive," he assured her.