18. I love the way you take care of me

He hears his cell-phone ringing on his bedside table and makes an effort to reach it. As soon as he sees Kensi's name on the caller ID he answers it, knowing there is no way he can hide this from her.

"Good morning, sunshine."

Her answer comes back not even a second later and he can hear the worry present in her voice. "Are you sick?"

Deeks almost laughs but his throat hurts way too much. "I have a little cold but I'll be fine. Do you need something?"

Kensi sighs on the other end of the phone. "I told you that taking a dip in that ice cold water at that hour was a bad idea but you never listen to me."

"Kenz, baby, if that's your not-so-subtle way to tell me 'I told you so' you don't need to say it. I know that you were right. Trust me, I'm feeling just how right you were right now."

This time, when she answers him, her voice is soft and caring, a side of her that she doesn't allow many people to see. "Do you have a fever?"

He smiles at her nurturing nature when it comes to him, something that always makes him smile like he just won the lottery. "I don't think so. My throat is killing me, though. You could be a dear and bring me chicken-soup."

He means it as a joke but her answer makes him see she didn't take it like one. "I'll be there in 20 minutes."

She hangs up the phone and Deeks snuggles back under the covers, knowing that there will be hell to pay if she gets there and it doesn't look like he's trying to cure this cold. He hears the keys on the lock exactly 17 minutes later, not that he's been counting or anything like that. He hears a plastic bag that he guesses she puts on his kitchen table. Her shoes don't make a sound on the floor and the only thing that tells him she's drawing near is because he can hear her keys.

He feels her sit on his bed and that's when he opens his eyes. "Please, don't look so worried. I just have a cold. I don't think I'm dying quiet yet."

Kensi doesn't laugh at his weak attempt of a joke. She doesn't even smile. "Deeks, this is not funny. I hate seeing you sick."

He offers her a small smile and Kensi kisses his forehead. "I brought you chicken soup."

He frowns. "Are you trying to kill me?"

Kensi shakes her head. "Relax…I bought it on a little shop near my house. I would never try to give you food-poisoning while you're trying to cure a nasty cold. Now, do you want some or not?"

Deeks nods and regrets it a second later when she gets up and leaves the room. He misses her instantly but she comes back a minute later and he actually smiles at her. She puts the bowl with the soup on his nightstand and helps him sit on the bed, while keeping him covered up until his chest. She hands him the soup and he eats it slowly under her intense stare. When he finishes it she takes it and puts it back on the nightstand.

Kensi gets up to go and probably wash the bowl but Deeks grabs her hand. "Don't leave me alone."

Kensi offers him a small smile and sits next to him. He rests his head on her chest and Kensi covers him with the blanket.

He's not used to having someone taking care of him like this but it feels so damn good that he falls asleep in a matter of minutes.