When he got to work after making a coffee run, Deeks asked Kensi what she thought of the poem he had written for her. She looked confised and told him she never saw any poem on her desk.
'Who would take a poem like that?' He asked, then he set off to find it.
Hetty's office.
'Hey Hetty, what you got there?' Deeks asked.
'Oh, Just this really sweet poem that Owen wrote for me today!' Hetty replied, grinning ear to ear.
'Aw, that's really sweet. I uh, actually wrote 1 for Kensi, and it was supposed to anonmously delivered to her desk, and getting to see her guess who wrote it woud've been so sweet. Now I don't even know where it is.'
'Well, maybe it'll eventually turn up. Want to hear some of what Owen wrote to me?'
'Sure.'
The poem was beautiful, but what really caught Deeks's eye was the words 'I never pick any favorites, but darling, you're mine.'
'Can I see that poem closely?' He asked.
When he saw it up close, he saw it was his! The mailman had accidentally delivered it to the wrong person!
'Probably should've known Owen couldn't write anything that good. And it didn't even look like his handwriting!' Hetty said.
'Again, I'm real sorry about the mix up. I probably should've just left it on her desk myself instead of having it delivered.' Deeks apologozied.
'No no, that's okay! I like it when men try to be romantic.'
Kensi loved the poem.