I don't own anything on this show. Especially not a satellite phone.

"I hear good things about the discotheque in Hindu Kush."

Kensi laughs heartily. Hearing her partner's voice, even with his silly jokes, makes her feel better than she has in weeks. However, the accuracy of his guess about her location surprises her. She would rather Deek's have no idea where she is than him know and worry even more about her than she's sure he already is. She knows him though, and she knows he won't relent until he finds out about her mission.

"So what's the weather like where you are? It was actually cool enough for long sleeves here today in sunny Californ-I-A," Deeks asks nonchalantly.

"Really? We only have a few minutes to talk after weeks of nothing, and you ask about the weather?" Kensi jokes.

Deeks swears he can hear her shake her head and roll her eyes at him through the phone. He responds seriously to her, "It's a legitimate question."

Kensi gets it. Always trying to be a detective, she thinks. I'll play along. "I really can't stay…" she sings to him.

Deeks grins, satisfied that she understands him so well, and sings back, "But baby it's cold outside."

"I've got to go away…"

"But baby it's cold outside."

"This evening has been…"

"Been hoping that you'd drop in," Deeks croons sadly.

"So very nice…"

"I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice."

Kensi won't admit it, but she finds his singing sexy. She's not too proud to compliment him though. "So you do actually have a great voice."

"I wish I could say the same for you darling, but…" Deeks starts and makes a scared face even though nobody can see him. "Well at least you're a great dancer. Put us together and we're perfect."

"Perfect huh?"

"Yeah," Deeks says smoothly. "You disagree?"

"Nope," Kensi answers. "So uh, how is work?"

Deeks shrugs. "Work is work. You're missing the Christmas party. Nell made the eggnog. I told her it smells like a hobo but it's pretty good. Knocked me on my ass pretty fast. I guess I've lost my tolerance."

Kensi furrows her brows. "Are you drunk?"

"No," Deeks scoffs at her. "I had ONE. No big deal." He hoped it wasn't a big deal anyway. His doctor had advised against any depressants during his PTSD treatment. But it's Christmas, he thought. What could one day hurt?

"Okay," Kensi responds gently. "You know, this is nice."

He smiles sadly. "It really has been. Is this just a Christmas miracle, or do I get to keep this phone?"

"Keep the phone. I can't make any guarantees, but I'll try to call you when I can."

"What if I need to call you?"

"Don't," Kensi says firmly. "It's safer this way." Kensi drops her head into her free hand, trying to keep her emotions in check. "I should probably get off the phone now..."

Deeks sighs. "Okay. Remember what I said. Be safe and come home to me."

Kensi smiles, blushing slightly. "Well I'm not coming home to anybody else."

"I'll hold you to that. Bye Kens. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Deeks."

Deeks holds the phone in his hand, gripping it firmly. He knows he can't carry it on him and will have to find a good place to store it. For now he returns it to his green gift box and places it in his desk drawer. He pulls out a red pen and a folded world map from the drawer and smiles. He unfolds the maps and starts drawing a red "X" on places with current warm temperatures.

"Please come home soon Kens," he says aloud to himself. "But if anything happens, I will travel to the ends of the earth to find you."