I did something a little different with this chapter. These are small snippets of conversation that take place during the episode.

Something is stealing his sunlight. Deeks is sitting in solitude on the beach with his eyes closed, enjoying the beautiful southern California morning. That is until something, no, someone, steals his sunshine. He sniffs loudly, recognizing the scent of a woman that is extremely familiar to him. "Fern?"

"Been a while since you called me that," Kensi muses, sitting next to him on the beach. "You didn't answer your phone."

"I'm meditating."

"Sorry to disturb you-"

"You stole my sunshine."

"Like I said, sorry. There's been a bombing."

Deeks opens his eyes slowly. Instead of looking at Kensi, he stares at the ocean without any expression on his face. "How bad?"

"Two dead, dozens injured. I'm stopping by the Red Cross bus on the way to work."

Nodding, Deeks stands up and shakes his head, spraying Kensi's face with the ocean water from his hair. She grunts at him. Extending a hand to his partner, Deeks pulls Kensi up out of the sand. "Sorry. I'm going to check in with LAPD and then meet you there."

Brushing the sand off of her pants, Kensi offers Deeks a tight smile as she tries not to make it too obvious that she's staring at him in all of his wet glory. "Looks like we're spending the weekend together, partner."

"You look deep in thought," Deeks comments to Kensi while waiting for Agent Panetti to arrive at the boatshed. "That is kinda scaring me right now."

"Huh?" Kensi whips her head around. "I'm fine."

"I didn't ask if you were, but it's good to know." Deeks leans back in the chair and swings his feet onto the table. "This isn't exactly how I planned to spend my Saturday."

"Yeah, tell that to the victims and their families, Deeks."

"Good point."

Kensi eyes her partner up and down, slightly disappointed that he changed out of his white shirt and beach shorts. She makes a face when her gaze lands on his hair, which is even more disheveled than usual. "What's up with the hair?"

"I told you already. I surf on Saturdays, and I didn't have my pillow available to restyle it," he says, grinning at her.

"Hmmph," Kensi huffs, trying not to think about the combination of Deeks and pillows. "I just thought you should know that you're having a bad hair day."

"Your mom is having a bad hair day. WHAT?" Deeks fakes a surprised face, making a large O with his mouth.

"I'm sorry, what?!" Kensi's face shifts from disbelief to a slightly irritated smile. "Did that just happen?"

"Oh, it happened," Deeks replies, laughing. "But it made you smile, didn't it?"

"I'm thinking of coloring my hair."

"Really?"

"Red."

"No."

"So is that why you're a hoarder now?" Deeks asks, watching Kensi drive.

"Excuse me?"

"Because you were a military brat, and you probably had to move a lot, yeah? So you didn't have a lot of stuff because it was too hard to move it all. And that's why you have so much crap now, and why you won't move out of your apartment even though you've been saying you want to for two years."

Kensi cuts her eyes at him. "Are you shrinking me?"

"No. But I'm right, aren't I?"

"I didn't say that."

"You don't like how well I know you."

"Shut up, Deeks." Making a tight right turn, Kensi almost runs up on the curb and curses under her breath. "And for the record, I do like how well you know me."

Pulling up to the gas pump, Kensi turns off the ignition and looks pointedly at Deeks, who returns her pointed stare. "Can I help you?"

"It's your turn to pump gas," she answers with a smug head tilt.

"It's amazing how it is always my turn to pump gas."

"Whoever isn't driving has to pump the gas. It's common knowledge," Kensi retorts.

Deeks curls his lips. "Okay then, I'll drive."

"Um, no."

"You do realize that while you were in Afghanistan, I drove and had to pump the gas too, right?" Deeks leans on the center console, his steely gaze not wavering from her face.

Kensi holds her stance firmly. "Well, who's fault is that?"

Narrowing his eyes, Deeks backs away from her. "I'm still wondering that myself." He unfastens his seatbelt and opens the door, walking around to the pump. Kensi sighs, remembering again the weight that her mission still carries on their partnership/thing/more than just a thing. The rapping of his knuckles in the window startles her, and she clicks the power window button down for him. "You do know," he ducks his head into the small window opening. "I will always pump your gas for you. All you gotta do is ask."

"How would I look with a mohawk?"

"No. Just no."

"What if I kept an orchid alive for you?" Deeks asks, nervously watching the State building that likely has a load of HMX somewhere inside of it. "At my place, I mean."

"I don't get it," Kensi replies softly.

"Since you have some sort of pesticide oozing out of your pores-"

"Really?"

"I'm just saying," Deeks turns his attention towards the black Charger pulling up adjacent to them. "Nevermind. Show time."

Kensi and Deeks bring up the rear of the group leaving Ops. It's rare for the entire team to agree to go out after work, but it seems like a nice way to end a Saturday that has been ruined for everybody. "Separate cars?" Kensi asks as they walk through the small parking lot of the Mission.

"I can drive you," Deeks offers. "The lady declares she's thirsty, after all."

Kensi smiles and nudges his shoulder with hers. "Thanks. Some Saturday, huh?"

"Yeah," Deeks responds wistfully. "Did you have big plans?"

"Oh yeah," Kensi says way too eagerly, then pauses because she can't think of a believable lie. "Actually, no."

"Me neither. You saw what my plans were, basically."

"Uh huh. Sorry for 'stealing your sunshine'," Kensi teases.

"Hey Kens," Deeks smiles down at his partner as she slides into the passenger seat of his car, holding her door open as she puts her seatbelt on. "You could never steal my sunshine."