Prompt: Could u do a fanfic basically a post of Mother where everyone reunited back at Oops and are relieved Deeks is alright. Kensi also takes a moment for herself until she is interrupted and comforted.

"Where are they?" Nell asked, pacing nervously between the desks in the bullpen. Her steps were short and measured, clashing with her twisting hands and distressed expression.

"Deeks had to get checked out at the ER," Callen reminded her patiently. He had taken up a post at the end of the tunnel, keeping an eye out for when they returned. "Based on what Kensi said, he had a pretty rough landing after the explosion."

"It's amazing he made it out at all. The building was completely destroyed," Eric commented, his voice lowered slightly in awe and the same sense of shock they were all feeling.

"But both he and Kensi are ok," Sam reminded them, eyeing Nell who had started pacing more quickly.

"I still think it's–"

"They're here!" Callen announced and they all rushed down the hall to greet them. Nell made it to Deeks first, barreling into him and wrapping her arms around him. He rocked back on his heels before he found his balance.

"I'm so glad you're ok," she said. Deeks tucked her head under his chin for a moment, squeezing her tightly.

"Me too, Nellosaurus," he murmured. Nell broke away to give Kensi a hug, holding her just as tightly. When she stepped back, Sam wrapped one arm around Deeks' back, gripping the back of his head with his other hand.

"Nice to see you back," he said. "Seems like you two just can't stay out of trouble."

Deeks smiled tiredly, his glancing down at Kensi with a look that was only meant for her.

Eric and Callen each gave them hugs too before they drifted back into the bullpen. Kensi and Deeks both looked wiped as they sat down, although she seemed to have been spared any injury.

He moved a little carefully as though all his muscles were stiff. His face was also speckled with small cuts and he had a bandage around his left forearm.

"Are you sure you shouldn't still be at the ER?" Callen asked, eyeing him with concern.

"No," Deeks groaned. "The doctor said the burn on my arm is superficial and I'll probably be pretty sore, but that's about it. I bet I I'll have some awesome bruises, particularly on my back." Kensi winced at that.

"I, uh, might have kind of tackled him after we got out of the building," she explained. "Sorry, babe."

"Kens, you came up with the ridiculous idea that saved my life, you can tackle me all you want." He took her hand, kissing her palm.

"Did you really tie a rope to the SUV and the door and then drag Deeks out on it, while the building exploded?" Eric asked, sounding equal parts impressed and horrified.

"It was Kensi's idea. And one of the most absurd, terrifying 90 seconds of my life."

"You're lucky it worked," Sam commented. Kensi stood up abruptly, excusing herself with a couple unintelligible words.

"Kensi-" Nell started, trying to intercept her, but Kensi barreled past them all, her face turned away. "I'll see if she's ok."

"No, it's probably better if I go," Deeks said, reaching out to give her a fist bump. "Thanks though."

"Talk to Kensi and then go home," Callen told him as Deeks stood with a groan. "I'll square it with Hetty so you guys have at least a few days off." Deeks nodded his thanks and then went in search of Kensi.

He found her crouched in the far end of the women's locker room, her arms wrapped tightly around her legs as she sobbed into her knees.

"Oh baby," he murmured, crouching down by her. "Baby, don't cry." She sobbed out a surprised sound and made a futile attempt to wipe her cheeks.

"I'm fine," she said immediately.

"Kensi, it's ok if you're not alright. I'm not alright." Her face crumpled again as she sank against his chest, more tears running down her cheeks.

"I really thought you were going to die today," she whispered. "And I don't know what I'd do. You're my life, Deeks."

"You're mine too." He rested his head against hers, shuddering again at how close he'd come to dying.

"I don't think I can come back here tomorrow. I don't even know if I want to."

"You don't have to. Callen said he'd handle leave for us," he told her, smoothing his hand over her hair. She smelled faintly of smoke and sweat.

"What if you I don't want to ever come back? What if today really was the last straw?" she asked.

"Then we quit and buy that sprinter van and start popping out babies," he joked. She snorted wetly.

"And pick berries?"

"And catch fish if we can find them." She tilted her chin up to kiss him.

"I love you, Deeks."

"I love you too." He stood with another groan, his knees popping, and reached for her hand. "Let's go home."