Ok, so thank you for the reviews. Seriously, they were too kind! I decided to write one more chapter for this story. It just wouldn't leave me alone. I actually dreamt about it! Who knew I would enjoy writing this as much as I did? Hopefully you like it as well. Please let me know

There were no huge declarations on love, sure, but he could deal with that. Kensi had admitted to liking him, a lot! It was definitely the best stake out in the history of, well, ever. There was no denying that. But life went on, and so did there job. Chasing suspects, throwing around theories, and of course paperwork, lots of paperwork, all followed the best car ride of his life. He couldn't take his eyes off her. At least now he didn't feel like a freak watching her all the time. He also had the feeling that Kensi didn't mind the attention.

On the drive back to OSP she had a slight smirk on her face and was radiating happiness. Sitting at her desk she would chew on the end of her nail with the biggest smile on her face. He was sure Callan and Sam were also watching her, wondering what type of drugs she was on. Himself, well, knowing that he was the source of this happiness made him feel ten-feet-tall. If he could make her this happy everyday, he would consider his life work complete. He had never seen her like this, and all he had done was tell her that he liked her. He hadn't even asked her out to dinner. But he would definitely get to that, for sure.

Well, he told himself that, but instead he found himself going home alone yet again. He had finished his paperwork before her. How that was possible, he had no idea. His mind hadn't left her since the morning, and he was pretty sure all he had written on the paperwork was, MD hearts KB. Hetty would no approve. And yet he was still walking out of work before her. He had to feed Monty, and by the look of the files on her desk, she was going to be there a while.

So he left, with no word about what had happened earlier. She had looked up when he was walking out, her face falling sad to see him go. That broke his heart to no end. However, when out of view of Callan and Sam, he had simply spun around to face her, put is hand to his ear in the shape of a phone, and mouthed 'call me'. That made her smile again, and he left quite the happy chappy.

So he now sat on his couch, staring at the phone. He felt like a 15-year-old girl waiting for her crush to call. It was sad, verging on pathetic, but he really didn't care. He just sat there entranced by the screen. And when it finally rang, well he nearly dropped it. Great, break your phone now that you've sat here watching it for the past 2 hours. It was her; and his heart started to race.

"Hey."

"Hey."

Silence.

Well that was successful. He laughed a little, and he could hear her do the same thing from the other end. The tension was immediately broken.

"You finished work?" He thought he might as well go first. It had been working well for him today why not continue?

"Yeah, I'm just leaving now. Paperwork, you know…" She trailed off, and he could hear her mind working in overdrive, trying to say the right thing. He decided to just do it for her.

"Look, um, if your not busy, or too tired, wanna come over? Have dinner? I would, you know, really like to finish our conversation from before" Now he sounded like a 15-year-old.

But it seemed to work. "Sure, I'd like that. I'll come straight over."

He smiled like come kind of idiot, and ended the call. God, she made him so nervous. He had no idea what to do. He had to fill the time, sitting here was driving him crazy. Get changed? He should change his clothes, right? Or was that trying too hard. Candles were out of the question. He would leave those for then they were actually having a date. His house was already clean, so that left aimlessly pacing, backwards and forward, waiting for the doorbell. He was actually going to be sick if she didn't arrive soon.

As if on cue, and about 15 minutes after their phone call, there was a tentative knock on the door. He sprinted to open it, tripping on Monty in the process. He stopped at the door and looked down at the lazy dog. He just simply lay there, looking at him like he was completely insane. God he needed to calm down. So taking a calming breath he answered the door.

"Hey, again" he smiled. No matter what he tried he couldn't stop. The intense heart beating, the butterflies, and what he could only imagine to be a creepy smile, would not go away.

"Hey, again!" She laughed. He could tell she was nervous. She looked down and started playing with her fingers.

He followed her line of sight, watching her fingers move in strange directions. He decided that humour was the best course of action.

"What, no dinner? Chinese? Tacos?" He said with a smile. He just couldn't wipe it off his face if he tried.

"Nope, sorry, just me. I can run and get you something if that's not enough?" She looked up to meet his eyes.

She looked to be serious. He couldn't believe it. Suddenly, he had no fear. He had to show her, no words would do. So he reached out, grabbing her by the waist, and dragging her over the threshold of his apartment. One hand went to her neck, the other stayed on her hip. And he kissed her senseless. Holding her tight he moved his hand around to her lower back, pulling her as close as possible. He just hung on for dear life. Her hands came up and rested on his shoulders, and he was wishing that oxygen wasn't needed to survive. He was pretty sure the neighbours were getting quite a show, but he honestly couldn't care. She was intoxicating, and he was definitely getting drunk. He was hooked. Slowly, the hand on her neck made its way soothingly along her arm. He pulled away from the kiss just as their fingers were entwining. Resting his forehead against hers he took a couple of calming breaths.

"Trust me you will always be enough. More than enough!" he sighed.

She smiled, squeezing his hand at the same time. That was all the invitation she needed, apparently. Silently she led them further into his apartment, closing the door behind them. Slowly they sat on the couch. Her in the middle with him right next to her. His arm automatically made its way around her shoulders, his fingers playing with the ends of her hair.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I may also need that Chinese food" she said, looking up at him with a loving, yet cheeky smile.

He laughed. He would get her food. He would get her anything really. As long as she was there with him, he would give her the world.