You guys were angry at me because I killed Deeks, weren't you? That's why I didn't got reviews...

October

Deeks was sat at a table, surrounded by papers. He was focused, writing, when a person approached him.

"You seem very busy, Mr. Deeks." Hetty said calmly, pulling a chair and sitting next to him.

"I have to. Since I'm supposedly dead, and Kensi and I weren't married, she doesn't get anything that was mine." He sighed deeply and put down the pen. "I never thought I'd be doing my will in such an early age."

"Mine was done when I was 29. It comes with territory."

"How's she?"

Hetty heaved a sigh and clasped her hands together. "She's broken down, but she doesn't show it. She's back on work and ready to show that she got through everything, all by her own. And your son," Deeks' face lit up with a smile. "he's a gorgeous little boy."

"I need to see them, Hetty. It has been three months, I miss them."

"I believe you, Mr. Deeks, but you know it's hard."

"Please, Hetty." He searched for her eyes to appeal. His eyes were sparkling and teary. "Please…I won't ask you anything else. Just let me see them."

"I'll be breaking a lot of rules." She said while getting up and walking to the door. Then she stopped, looked back and advised him. "You better make the best of the time."

"I will." He said happily.

Hetty knocked on the door and waited for a little while. Kensi showed up by the door with an empty card box in hands.

"Packing things?"

"I need to leave….This house isn't mine. Besides, I've found a house for me and Marty."

"Are those all the real motives for your leaving?"

Kensi exhaled and simply said. "Come in, please."

"Where's the boy?"

"He's sleeping in the bedroom." She pointed the way, throwing some clothes inside a box. "You can go there if you want."

"Actually, I want you to come with me." Kensi looked at her puzzled. "Grab your son and come."

Kensi swirled around the heels and walked. There was no use to ask "where?" or "why?"; she knew she was not getting an answer from Hetty. Once she says something, she only says what is necessary. Kensi picked up the baby who whimpered a little, but hushed when she rocked him. Arrived to the living room again, Hetty left another indication.

"Don't try to memorize the route, there's no use."

Kensi nodded, still confused, but followed Hetty. They got into the car and into one of Kensi's most silent car trips. And she missed him even more. With him, there was never a dead moment. Hetty stopped the car in front of a house's door and told Kensi. "Make the best use of this hour."

Kensi didn't question, once again, and walked to the door. At first, shock took over her and the two just stared at each other. Then Kensi's face turned into rage and she walked quickly to him, punching him on the face. Deeks, who had got up from that chair in a second as soon as he saw them both, was now leaning over the table, groaning with the hand covering his face.

Kensi breathed right for the first in three months and when tears were just about to slip down her cheeks, Deeks covered her face with kisses and hugged them, crying along with her while stroking his son's hair. "Oh goodness, I thought I'd never see you two again."

"You could have told me, you know."

"No, I couldn't. Your emotions are better expressed when you don't know the truth." He grinned at her. They both knew the truthfulness of that sentence.

"But, how are you?"Kensi grabbed the collar of his shirt.

"I'm good, I'm good." He answered, cleaning the tears from his face. "But don't mind about me. How are you?"

"We're great." The baby awoke up in her arms, peacefully and quiet. She gave him a little while for him to awake up and then put him on Deeks' arms. He shook a little and was scared for holding his son again, three months since the first time, but then smile when the little boy gave him a toothless smile. "This is daddy, Marty." Kensi said, putting a kiss on his head.

"He's so big now." They sat at the couch behind them and Deeks took a while, observing affectionately the kid. "He has my eyes."

"He has everything yours."

Deeks looked at Kensi and joked. "Then I guess he'll have your personality."

The hour passed flying and neither of them wanted to say goodbye when the time was over. To make it worst, Marty Jr. started crying as Deeks tried to put him on Kensi's arms. "Don't do this, little buddy." Deeks whispered to him, hushing him on his arms. "Don't make it harder, okay? We'll be together soon." Deeks passed him to Kensi's arms and pulled her for a long and deep kiss. "I love you."

Kensi was defenseless and broken, and the only thing she done was caressing his hair and kiss him back. "Love you too."

The baby cuddled on her chest and his eyes trembled, sleepy. Kensi entered the car and sighed. "Thank you, Hetty."

"It was the least I could do…"

So now that you know that Deeks isn't dead, can you be nice to me again? You seriously thought I could be that mean?