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"Sir? Sir! I think I smell a gas leak in your apartment!"

Deeks opens his apartment door with an unamused look on his face. "Really?"

Kensi grins widely and pushes her way into his apartment. "Oh come on, gas leak, get it?"

"Oh I get it. We were undercover today, and you're trying to say that I fart a lot. " She responds by sticking out her tongue and making a fart sound. "You're a classy chick, you know that?"

"Well this classy chick just bought you dinner, so be nice. I even got a burger for Monty." As if on cue the mutt trots out of Deeks' bedroom and nudges Kensi's hand with his snout. "Hey buddy. Want a turkey burger?" "Woof!" "Who's a good boy?" "Woof!"

Deeks can't help but smile at the pair as he pulls his burger out and sits on the couch. "He really likes you Kens. You should come over more often."

"Deeks. We already eat dinner together at least three times a week. How much more time could I spend here?" She unwraps Monty's burger and starts feeding him bites of it. "Plus it's not like you don't show up on my doorstep whenever you feel like it. You can bring Monty over if you want to, ya know."

"I would, but he doesn't like litter boxes. He's a very clean animal, does his business outside." Deeks smirks as he takes a bite of his turkey burger. A sweet potato fry comes flying at his head and gets stuck in his hair. Unfazed, he pulls it out and eats it.

"Whatever, you must like my germs then since you come over there all the time."

"Well maybe I do like your germs."

Kensi pauses mid-chew and shakes her head briefly, trying to not read too much into his statement. This is just Deeks being Deeks, she thinks. But maybe I can push him. "Hey Deeks, do you want to play a game?"

"You sure you wanna do that? I've already whooped you at Trivial Pursuit, Jenga, and basketball. Unless it's strip poker or twister, I might let you win at those…"

Kensi rolls her eyes and sighs at him. "Seriously." She grabs another fry and feeds it to Monty. "Let's play the truth game. It's kinda like Truth or Dare without the dare part. The 'adult truth or dare' if you will."

Deeks feels the blood rush out of his face but swallows down his fear. "Oooookay. Uh, you go first I guess."

"How old were you, your first time?" Kensi figures she'll start with an easy question.

He visibly exhales and laughs lightly. "That's easy. 16. After a Touching Wood concert. Let's just say she really wanted to…"

Kensi holds her hand up to stop him from going any further. "Okay I get it. Your turn."

Deeks scrunches up his face like he's trying to think up a good question. "Okay, when was the last time you had sex?"

Cough, cough. "Whoa, hold on, let me finish this bite." Kensi chews slowly and has to think hard about the answer to his question. "Uh, it was about 10 or 11 months ago."

"Wow, so you don't feel the need to use birth control huh?"

"I'm sorry, what?! And that's two questions, you have to wait your turn."

"Ok, you just answered my question…"

Kensi shakes her head at him. "Ok, for one thing, no more double questions. And the second thing, yes I do use birth control. It keeps everything regular, ya know?"

"TMI."

"You asked!" Kensi shouts, exasperated. "Sheesh. My turn, and I get two questions." She pauses, knowing he's not going to like her next question. Breathing in deeply, she just asks it. "How is your therapy going?"

Deeks acts unbothered, nibbling on his bottom lip. "Fine."

"You know damn well that word is not an acceptable answer."

"It's…good. I'm working through a lot of things. I'm sleeping better. Almost never have to take anything to help me sleep."

"I've noticed that aren't drinking anymore."

"Is that your second question?" Deeks asks tersely.

"No. More of a statement than a question."

"Ok then, I will say that I'm not drinking and I'm not NOT drinking, k?"

Kensi smiles sadly at him. "Okay. Second question. How are we doing? As partners." She turns so she can face him on the couch, curling one leg underneath her and stretching the other out towards him.

He knows she's not trying to pry rudely. She honestly seems concerned about him. Mimicking her move on the couch, he turns to face her too. "We're great Kens. I meant it when I said that if you go, I go. I can't think of anybody I'd rather have by my side every day."

Kensi nudges him with her foot and smiles. "Hey, remember when we went undercover in that fancy neighborhood with the Russians? We were an awesome team even back then."

Deeks chuckles. "I remember a sex dungeon and you conveniently finding an excuse to kiss me. And maybe a bra holster?"

"You're a pig. And it was an undercover kiss."

"Whatever you say."

Kensi holds her tongue. She desperately wants to call him out on the completely non-undercover kiss he gave her earlier in the year. Instead she stares at him seriously, hoping she can convey that emotion wordlessly.

He nervously scratches at his face, unable to find the words he wants to say. He clears his throat loudly. "Hey Kens, is it my turn?"

"Yeah."

"What's in the box?"

Kensi throws her head back and laughs. "Oh no way." She pulls her hair back off of her shoulders, twisting it into a pretend bun. "You're going to have to open it yourself to find that out."

He nods in understanding to her. "Maybe soon."