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Week 7

Kensi had finally been discharged from the hospital. She was tired and sore, but thankful to be home. Hetty had given her the rest of the week off, and she would be on desk duty for the next couple of weeks to allow her sprained wrist to heal.

The first thing she had done was to grab the box from her nightstand that held the notes she had received from Deeks. She reread them, smiling at each one and remembering the little surprises that went with them. She placed the newest note with the others and gently put the top back on the box.

She looked at the night stand where she had she had her own picture of her and Deeks. The team had gone out to a bar one night to celebrate another job well done. Nell was taking pictures with her phone and had snapped one of the two of them laughing. Kensi hadn't realized the picture was taken until Nell had given her the picture frame after a much needed girl's night.

Laying down, she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of everything that could be with the most important person in her life.

Monday morning, Kensi walked into the bull pen. She looked around, noting that at least some things never change. Sam and Callen were bickering. Trey had just gotten the stitches out his head the day before, but she could still see the angry looking wound. Guilt swept through her. She knew there was nothing else she could have done, but it didn't matter.

"Good morning gentlemen. How is everyone today?" She threw her bag down on the desk and looked around. The guys immediately stopped what they were doing and turned to her.

"Morning Kensi. How are you feeling today?" Sam asked her. He had stayed a couple of nights with her at the hospital, but they all knew he had a family at home and Callen had gladly taken most of the nights.

"I'm fine." Callen raised his eyebrows at that response. Deeks wasn't the only one who knew that she defaulted to that when obviously everything was NOT fine. "Kens…" he warned.

"Seriously Callen, I am good. A little sore, achy ribs and a headache every now and then, but for the most part, I am ok."

Callen seemed to take that. She sat down. Trey had yet to say anything to her but was looking at her expectantly.

"Hey Trey. How are you doing?"

"Uh, I'm ah, I'm ok. I got lucky. I'm glad you're okay, Kensi." He blushed a little and looked down, shuffling papers around on the desk and avoiding any further eye contact. Kensi just sighed and shook her head.

Lunch time came and went. The guys were out chasing down a lead and Kensi was busy trying to catch up on paperwork. Deciding she needed to clear her head, she headed for the gym. She knew she couldn't do much right now, her wrist and ribs wouldn't allow it. But the doctor had told her she could walk.

She opened her locker to get her work out clothes and noticed it was a little worse for wear. When had all this crap gotten here? She seriously needed to do some spring cleaning. She decided to get her walking done now. She wasn't that interested in the cleaning part, but knew it needed to be done.

She walked for about 45 minutes, keeping it toned down because of her ribs. When the soreness started turning into actual pain, she decided she had done enough. She quickly showered and changed. Putting her game face on, she knew it was now or never to get her locker cleaned out a little.

The first thing she noticed when she opened the locker was the pile of clothes. Really Kensi, that's ridiculous, she thought to herself. She sorted through the 5 shirts and 4 pairs of work out shorts before something else caught her eye. No wonder the pile looked bigger than normal. Under the pile was a box. Her eyes lit up and she sat down, tearing the paper off.

She couldn't stop the bark of laughter at what awaited her. Staring up at her was a LARGE Wonder Woman coffee mug and what looked like set of Wonder Woman pajama's to go with it. Seriously…could this man be any more perfect, she asked herself, shaking her head. Noticing the purple paper peeking from inside the collar of the shirt, she pulled it out.

You are my own personal Wonder Woman. Keep up the ass kickin' Ms. Blye (just not mine…let's save that for the bad guys, mmkay?). Smile sunshine! - D

She put the note and newly acquired jammies into her bag along with the rest of the clothes so she could take it home with her. Taking the bag and her new coffee cup back to her desk, she decided coffee was exactly what she needed right now. She washed the cup and poured the preferred hot beverage of choice.

Sitting at her desk, she finished what paperwork she had and waited for the guys to come back. She hated not being able to go out and help them, but she knew she didn't have a choice in the matter. She sighed, sitting back in her chair.

An hour later, the guys walked back in, victorious once again. Trey looked over at her and noticed the new cup.

"So, Wonder Woman huh? That's cute."

Kensi narrowed her eyes at him. She got up and walked to his temporary desk.

"Is there a problem with that Trey? Anything else you'd like to add to that?"

Callen and Sam were behind Kensi, silently telling him to stop, let it go, it was NOT going to end well for him. Luckily for him, he got the hint.

"Nope, no, not at all. Just an observation. I'm just gonna go…over here." And he walked off, well, it was more of a fast jog. Kensi turned and glared at the other two.

"Not. A. Word."

Both men knew better than to say anything, so they just shook their heads and Kensi grabbed her stuff and left.

"I gotta give it to Deeks, I don't know how he's doing this, but he's one smooth bastard." Sam was genuinely impressed with their Liaison. He may be undercover right now, but he kept finding ways to make sure Kensi smiled.

Callen leaned on his desk, looking at his partner. They had talked the other night about the changing relationship between Kensi and Deeks, but they had not gone too in depth with it.

"G, I see the wheels turning over there. But really, how serious do we need to be with him. Look what he's doing, even gone, he has managed to do whatever it takes to make her smile. Would you have done that for someone?"

"Yeah, this coming from the man who has pretty much taken over care of the damn plant he got her." Callen smirked at him, knowing he had made his point.

"I may be helping out with the fern until he gets back, but that's only because it would break Kensi's heart if it died. She's been through enough already without adding that to it."

"Sam, I'm not saying they shouldn't be together. I know that THAT is inevitable. Do I think he's going to hurt her? No. Am I still going to threaten death and dismemberment? Damn right I am. You going to partake, or keep pruning the fern?"

Callen barely managed to avoid the pen that was thrown at this head.

AN - not as long, I know, but hopefully you still like it? Let me know what you think! And a certain someone MAY be coming back SOON. ;)