AN: Here it is folks, the last of the Densi-mber Discussions ficlets (again, not even close to 1000 words). Somehow I managed one for every week of the month, plus two extra this week. I hope everyone has a happier and healthier 2018!

"C'mon, Kensalina, tell me!"

"The whining is not attractive, babe."

"But I need to know! Wait…is it Vegas? Are we doing Las Vegas for New Year's Eve? You know I've always wanted to. They close the entire Strip to car traffic and it's like one giant block party. I hear the fireworks at midnight are phenomenal. Oh! Are we seeing Celine Dion's show while we're there?"

Kensi looked at her watch. "Considering it's ten o'clock and Vegas is a four-hour drive, no Deeks, we are not going there for the new year."

"But it's only a little over an hour by plane. Less by private jet since you can skip security."

"Damn," Kensi said, hitting her forehead with the palm of her hand. "I completely forgot about the jet we keep hangered in our backyard." She gave her fiancé a look of frustration. "No Vegas," she reiterated as she picked up the remnants of their late take-out dinner and tossed them in the trash.

"So how are we going to spend the last two hours of 2017?" Deeks wiggled his eyebrows as he approached and pulled her into his arms. "The way we couldn't spend the last two hours of 2016 because you weren't feeling up to it?"

"You know, that's not a bad idea," Kensi kissed the corner of Deeks' lips. "I'll make you a deal. Whatever time is left over after we've done what I want to do, we can spend doing…whatever you want to do."

Stepping away and rubbing his hands together in anticipation, Deeks said, "Okay then, let's get to it. Oh wait, I forgot, I don't know what it is!"

"Just make sure you have your phone and I'll meet you on the couch." She headed for the fridge. "Beer or wine?"

"We still having champagne at midnight?"

"I plan on having something more than the new year to celebrate by then, so yes."

"Then wine, please."

Kensi brought the wine, a bottle opener, and two glasses to the living room and handed the bottle and opener off to Deeks. She placed the glasses on the coffee table next to his phone, which she then picked up and started fiddling with.

"We going to play Angry Birds Friends? That's so retro, Kens! And I can totally kick your ass in under an hour."

She scoffed, "First, no you couldn't. And second, no we're not."

"I think technically that should be 'First, no we're not and second, no I couldn't.' And I so could."

Kensi rolled her eyes as she sat next to Deeks on the couch, tucking his phone under her leg. She held out the glasses while he poured the wine. Taking a glass from her, Deeks clinked Kensi's and said, "To my beautiful fiancée. I can't wait to spend the next year with you. 2018 will be awesome." He leaned in and kissed her sweetly.

Kensi didn't pull far away. "And on that note…I don't want to be your fiancée any more. I want to be your wife. We're setting a wedding date, for some time in 2018."

Deeks felt Kensi press his phone into his chest. Taking it, he saw it was opened to their calendar app and his face fell. "That's what we're doing for the next two hours?"

"We were supposed to do it earlier this month, right after I got assurances from Whiting that she'll let you leave LAPD without coming after you for murder. But then you distracted me." She gave him a sly smile, "Not that I'm complaining."

Deeks smirked proudly. "That was particularly fun, wasn't it? Nothing like having my ladybird take things into her own hands to get my engine revving. Plus what you did with Whiting was good too," he winked.

Kensi's smile broadened to the one that was home to Deeks. "Then let's set a date!" She withdrew a manila file folder from behind a couch pillow and flipped it open.

"Whoa, what's that?"

"Important research."

"Can't be too important if it's not in a binder and cross-referenced like the ones Crazy Bertie makes for you."

"Correction: she makes those for us. And since your mother goes through all that trouble, the least you will do is look through them with me when the time comes. But that time is not now. And I think you'll appreciate what I've done here to make choosing a date a little easier," she waved the folder in front of him.

"Keep talking, I'm intrigued."

"Okay, black out the following dates that we cannot get married." Kensi waited until Deeks re-opened the calendar, "March twenty-second through April fifteenth, July twenty-fifth through August eighteenth, and November sixteenth through December sixth. Though if we're not married by then, I'm not going to be very happy."

Deeks' fingers moved quickly across his phone screen. "…through December sixth." He looked up at Kensi, disappointment clear in his eyes. "Why is April sixth out of the running?" He checked the app again, "It's a Friday! I say we pick that."

Kensi was touched by his suggestion that they get married on the anniversary of the day Jason and Tracy met. "We could," she said slowly, "but I thought you might want to avoid those days."

Deeks' brows knitted together in confusion until his face lit up the moment he figured it out. "That's when Mercury will be in retrograde next year!" Kensi nodded and showed him the collection of papers. "Are those our 2018 horoscopes?" Deeks noted she'd highlighted several sections in at least three different colors. "You don't believe in astrology," he said in a slightly awed voice.

"But you do. And I know you'd never want to get married while Mercury is in retrograde, so I looked some things up. And frankly, anything that will help narrow down the choice for a date is fine by me. That said, I do love the thought of getting married on April sixth."

Deeks grimaced. "So did I. Hey, what about the following year? What's Mercury doing the first week of April then?"

"No. Absolutely not. We are not waiting sixteen months to have a small wedding on the beach, Deeks. Let's see if we can find another viable date before we have to choose between getting married in 2019 or while Mercury's in retrograde."

"2019 is sooner than leap day, at least," he tried one last argument.

"Seriously, Deeks, do you even read these things? According to this, we're practically doomed. A Leo woman and a Capricorn man shouldn't even be in a relationship, much less get married. But it also says you're reserved and like solitude while I'm social, gregarious, and like attention. I'm supposed to be full of life and you're described as a pessimist. Would it really be so terrible to get married when a planet looks like it's moving backwards?"

He shook his head, "Kensalina, I really love you for doing this for me. You're right, we'll find another day in 2018." He slid a hand around her neck and pulled her in for a tender kiss that quickly grew passionate. Deeks wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the year making love to Kensi, but he'd promised they'd pick a wedding date first. Time to get his head back in the game.

When they broke for air, he continued in his best professor tone, "Everyone knows horoscopes aren't written in stone or meant to be taken literally when they seem to be 'wrong.' They're merely supposed to help guide us. Of course we're not doomed. We just have to work harder at our relationship sometimes. Remember early on, when we didn't think we could even be good partners? We both made a conscious effort to change a little bit, and it made all the difference." He took the pages from her and scanned them. "See, look right here, it also says you have temperamental tendencies and should refrain from that kind of approach and not be possessive in our marriage. Good advice, yeah?"

"Deeks, that's good advice for anyone."

"Ooh, problem solved, I think. Mine says, 'Singles already in love relationship and eager to tie the knot need to plan for the auspicious day from around last week of February. The planet linked with love and intimate relationship, Venus remains in a state of combustion till twenty-first of February.' Combustion, Kens, that sounds hot. Let's get married then."

"I saw that, too. But consider the timing with this from mine," Kensi pointed to another highlighted section and read aloud, "'For love birds anxious to take their relationship to the next level, the period from around the last week of February seems supportive. Newlyweds or other couples inclined to have a child are in for a supportive planetary position on this count.' And then nine months later, it says, 'With a Venus retrograde adding flavor and intensity in October and November (in Scorpio to boot) you can expect early fall to see some dynamic, exciting and potentially life changing moments arriving.' So I'm thinking we cross late February off the list of potential wedding dates, or we may end up pregnant before we planned."

"Says the woman who doesn't believe in this stuff," Deeks muttered as he updated the calendar.

"Yeah, well. I'm not too big to admit that some of these things were pretty damned accurate. At least as far as describing the past. This is from mine again, 'This entire period that has reached back as far as six years has slowly, and sometimes not so slowly, been reworking how you approach love, what you want from it, what you need from it on the very deepest levels. Fireworks without substance seldom last long as you move towards a more fulfilling, more complete attitude and awareness around intimacy.'"

"That's right, no more fireworks without substance for my girl. I'm full of substance, and I know I make you see fireworks!"

"You're such a doofus," Kensi chuckled.

"Maybe, but I see you also printed out our career, horoscopes. Anything good there? Does it tell us what we're going to do after LAPD and NCIS?"

Kensi rolled her eyes and perused the now familiar paragraphs, "Team work pays off well for you next year. But you could say that about every year since you started working with NCIS. And supposedly the end of the year will have possibilities for relocation or a change of course if you're willing. Oh, and get this, 'Your practicality and managerial skills would help you to climb yet another rung in the professional ladder.'"

"Hmm, practicality and managerial skills…maybe I need to be the next Hetty."

"You'd be a damned sight better than Mosely, that's for sure," Kensi said earnestly.

"Thanks, sugar bear." Deeks pressed a kiss to Kensi's cheek. "What about yours?"

"Better suited to last year and I hope completely wrong for next year. My job is supposed to go through several ups and downs and I should plan my career future and work towards it but not mind the present-day hardships."

"Solid advice, regardless. And so is this, 'Reflective of a year-end bonus perhaps, or a new career offer, put anything that arrives to good use…and consider the future.' Lines up with my potential end of year career change, yeah? That's good to know."

"Sure, except we we've been talking about that for a while now, Deeks. We're not deciding to do it because our horoscopes say we should."

"True, but maybe it will end up happening next year because the planets are in their proper alignment."

"I don't care why it happens, as long as it's the right move for us, personally and professionally. And the first step in all of it is getting married. So let's get back to picking the date. I don't think anything else in our horoscopes is going to help with that, so let's see what we've got."

Deeks held up the calendar. They hadn't eliminated that many options. Thinking aloud, Kensi said, "Okay, I really don't want to wait until the end of the year to be married, so anything after the mid-November retrograde is no good. And before the first one is probably too soon, so let's cross out everything before the March and April dates as well."

"That leaves us with mid-April through most of July or end of August to mid-November," Deeks summarized. "And I agree with you, the latter part of the year just seems too far away. Which leaves us with April, May, June, or July."

"Weather's hottest in June and July," Kensi said.

"But the beach will be about fifteen degrees cooler," Deeks pointed out

"And loaded with tourists," she countered.

"I know all the best beaches that the tourists never find. Plus OSP closes for two weeks in early June, so we won't have to take time off for a honeymoon. I can see it now, Kick-Ass Kensi Blye, a beautiful June bride."

Kensi smiled, "So early June?"

"Yup. Friday, Saturday, or Sunday?" Deeks asked.

"Friday or Saturday, I think. The team might not have to go to work on Monday, but the Cupcake Girls will. Morning, afternoon, or evening?"

"Evening, definitely. Watch the sunset over the water while we say our vows? Doesn't get any more magical than that."

"Sounds perfect," Kensi agreed, and their eyes locked for several seconds, the excitement at being so close to having a date almost palpable between them. "What does that leave us?"

Checking the calendar, Deeks said, "We're officially off the clock starting Sunday June third and back on Monday June eighteenth. If we want to really take a long honeymoon we can shoot for the weekend before OSP closes, when we'd typically be off already."

Kensi shook her head. "Unless something comes up, in which case the team wouldn't be able to be there."

"No bueno," Deeks concurred. "So that leaves us with Friday June eighth or Saturday June ninth."

"If we go with the eighth you'll be more likely to remember our anniversary since it's the same day of the month as your birthday," Kensi said with a small smirk.

"Kens, no matter when we get married, I would never forget the date of the best day of my life."

She was momentarily taken aback by the sincerity in Deeks' tone. "God, I love you," she whispered.

"But we probably should go with the eighth so you'll be more likely to remember my birthday," he teased.

"It was one year!" And just like that, the moment's gone, Kensi thought.

"So are we done? Are Kensi and Deeks officially becoming Densi or Keeks on Friday, the eighth of June, 2018?"

"You want me to double-check some of the astrology sites to make sure they don't say anything ominous about that date in particular?" she said.

Deeks got up and headed for the kitchen while Kensi worked her phone. "Great idea. Also, you should make sure it doesn't fall on the same day as a major sporting event, or a holiday weekend, or the thirteenth…"

Kensi rolled her eyes but smiled at his last comment. Deeks had just returned when Kensi declared, "June eighth is clear on all fronts, babe. It's comfortably ensconced between Memorial Day and Father's Day; nearly two weeks between each and…our wedding." She jumped and let out a small yelp when a loud pop sounded behind her. Turning with her hand on her chest, Kensi saw that Deeks had opened the bottle of champagne reserved for toasting the new year at midnight.

Glancing at her watch, Kensi said, "Deeks! There's still more than an hour until midnight."

"True, but we just set our wedding date, my sexy bride-to-be. And as you said before, that is something worth celebrating. Also, as per our earlier agreement, I get to choose how we spend any time remaining in 2017. And I can promise you we'll be too busy to stop and pay attention to the turning over of the new year."