Staring at a group of friends playing darts, Deeks fidgets with the beer bottle he had been nursing for the last thirty minutes. He had agreed to go out for drinks with Nate, mostly because he considered him to be a friend before he thought of him as an operational psychologist. He's having a good time, but can't help but feel like Nate wants to pry further into his psyche. He contemplated just spilling his guts, but that's what he uses his actual therapist for. So instead he plays it cool for a while, nursing his beer until he gets tired of listening to Nate talk about…everything. Everything but work, anyway.

"So have you taken a vacation this year?" Nate asks.

Deeks shakes his head. "Nope. Been a little busy. Have you called Rose lately?"

Nate scowls at him. "No. Uh, should I?"

"I'm just asking questions cause you're asking questions, Nate."

"I see," Nate says, smiling as he sips his beer.

Deeks rolls his eyes. "Go ahead, man. There are questions you want to ask, and it's not about vacations or surfing or whether or not I think Monty needs a new puppy sister. Which, by the way, he doesn't." Finally seeing the dartboard area clear out, he stands up to walk over and claim their spot. He picks up a dart and points to Nate, then points to the dartboard.

Sighing, Nate follows him and takes the dart. "Okay. You know this is just me talking right now, not Hetty or anybody else, right?"

"If you say so, I do. Man to man, not shrink to man. Talk to me."

Nate throws a dart and it bounces off the board, hitting the floor. "How are you sleeping?"

Deeks raises an eyebrow as Nate bounces another dart off the board. "Much better than before. Talking about…things has helped a lot with that."

"Good," Nate responds, picking up another dart and inspecting it. "You appear to be doing very well at work. No hesitation at all. That was a hell of a shot today by the way."

"Why thank you," Deeks smiles, picking up the darts off of the floor. "I gotta be honest with you, Nate. Therapy, real sessions where we talk through everything and it's focused on my situations, it's-" he pauses, finding his words. "It's what I needed. I needed more than just sleep, more than my partner, and more than a quickie therapy session worthy of The Flash."

Nate nods, throwing a dart and finally connecting with the board, scoring 10 points. "I let you down. I did what Hetty asked of me, not what you actually needed. And I'm sorry."

"What's done is done. It pushed me in the right direction, at least." Deeks pulls the dart off the board and moves into position to take his turn. "My turn to ask a question."

"Shoot."

Deeks fires a dart, hitting a 16. "Did you send Kensi to my apartment that night?"

"Send her? No. I told her that I thought you needed a friend." Nate flinches when Deeks hits a triple point 8. "I may have actually said that you needed her. But I think she needed you, too. I'm not surprised she showed up when she did."

"Thank you," Deeks responds softly. "You were right. I did need a friend, I just couldn't see it at the time."

"So things are going well with you two?" Nate asks nonchalantly.

Deeks shakes his head, chuckling. "Subtlety is not your strong suit, Dr. Getz. I'm going to defer that vague question to my partner. If you happen to see her on your world travels, that is."

"I imagine I would get that same answer from her too, right?" Deeks shrugs his shoulders in response. "Uh huh. Well, if I see her I will give her your regards."

"That's not really necessary."

"Yeah, that's what I figured. Wow, I'm really getting my ass kicked here," Nate laughs as Deeks fires and lands in triple point 20. "So. Did you ever figure it out?"

Fingering the fletching of his last dart, he gives Nate side-eyed glance. "Figure what out?"

Nate doesn't answer, just raises an eyebrow as if to say 'you know what I'm talking about' and points to Kensi's knife tucked into Deeks' pants.

Deeks laughs and fires his dart, hitting the inner bullseye. "Yeah. Yeah, I think maybe we did."