Hi guys! Sorry this update took so long! To address a question I got last chapter, this story is written without Deeks and Kensi's night together. Your review mean the world to me, guys!

XOXO, EM

(I don't own NCIS:LA)

For the second time, Kensi was woken up against her will but this time not by her partner but by her damn alarm. Muttering a string of curses, she rolled over and hit the off button with a lot of anger. After four days of insomnia, all Kensi wanted was 24 hours to do nothing but sleep. Knowing that that wasn't possible, Kensi dragged herself out of bed and groggily made her way to the bathroom, hoping that a shower would help wake her up. But upon entering her bathroom, Kensi screamed and instinctively reached behind her to where her gun normally was. There as someone in her bathroom. But, it wasn't just anyone – it was her shaggy haired partner.

"Shit Deeks! What the hell are you doing in my bathroom?" Kensi was horrified and as she saw Deeks trying not to stare at her, she grabbed a towel to cover herself and realized that she had never changed into pajamas the night before and she was standing there in nothing but her bra and underwear.

Deeks looked amused, "Sorry to scare you, Kensilina. I slept on your couch last night. I hope you don't mind, but I was too tired to drive back to my place." With a wink that made Kensi blush a little, he walked out of the bathroom and called back to his partner, "If you shower fast, we may have time to grab a box of your favorite donuts before we have to be at work."

The two partners sauntered into work about 45 minutes later. Kensi was enjoying her donuts and coffee and didn't even notice the two senior agents staring at her and Deeks.

"Hey G," Sam called out to his best friend sitting across the bullpen, "Is it just me or does Kensi always walk in eating donuts and drinking coffee?"

"Nope, it's not just you." Callen responded while giving his junior agent and "little sister" a wink. Kensi laughed and threw her barely used napkin Callen.

The rest of the day was pretty calm; there was no case so the team spent the day doing paperwork and making jokes. By 4pm, they had fallen into a rhythm that was abruptly broken by their tiny yet lethal boss.

"Ms. Blye, a word please."

Happy to put aside her paperwork, Kensi followed her boss to her office and, as usual, refused a cup of some exotic tea.

"Ms. Blye, it is completely normal to get emotional about children."

Kensi groaned internally; since her almost full night of sleep the night before, Kensi has started to feel better, but now all her emotions came flooding back and her tears threatened to spill out of her eyes.

"Hetty, I'm fine," the lie was obvious; Hetty saw right through Kensi slightly shaky voice but decided not to call her out on it.

"You and I are a lot alike my dear," Kensi let her eyes fall to her lap; she knew exactly how this conversation was going to go, "We have both given up everything for the job. No real friends outside the workplace, no serious relationship, and no children."

Kensi sighed, "Hetty really, I'm okay. Just really tired that's all. Nothing's wrong."

Hetty ignored the clearly not okay woman sitting in front of her and continued her speech, "But what is different about us is that you still have time. You still have time to create a family. Don't wait until it's too late and you go home to an empty house every night wishing you had done something different." She paused for a minute, "That's all Ms. Blye, you may go. Go home, get some rest."

Slowly, Kensi got up, walked back to her desk, and began packing her things to leave.

"What was that all about?" Deeks was curious.

"That, uh, that was nothing," Kensi wasn't even in the mood to talk anymore, "Hetty told me I could go home so, uh, I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow." As soon as she said that, she practically sprinted out of the Mission.

As she laid in bed that night, Kensi desperately tried not to think about what Hetty had said to her. But, try as she might, her thoughts kept drifting to how nice it would be to have a husband, and maybe even a kid or two, to come home to every night.