This is extremely short and not at all that good but i couldn't bring myself to delete it. It's set before everything came to light about Afghanistan, and i only just found it on my computer. Enjoy. Review. And if you want to read something, let me know and i'll write it. Love you all.

"Come on, come on, come on." Kensi murmured, her legs bouncing with excitement. She leant forward, getting closer to the taxi driver. "Any chance we can speed this up?" He laughed.

"Sorry sweet cheeks, do you want me to break every speed law and get arrested?" She rolled her eyes and leant back, chewing her thumb. She leant forward again.

"I'm a federal agent and i'm ordering you to go faster." His eyes flashed to her in the mirror and she smiled, holding up her credentials. His eyes widened before he chuckled.

"Well i'll be damned. Chicka wanna see her boyfriend so bad that she's going to break the law." She laughed in agreement, leaning back in the seats now as he pushed his foot down and took over numerous cars.

The mission was over. White Ghost was dead, Sabantino the mole was dead and Kensi was home. She had arrived in the country half an hour ago and a call from Hetty told her that the whole team were on the beach. A day off, a day in the sun, a day of remembrance for a missing team mate. A team mate who was now home and ten minutes from the offending beach. She was still in her Afghanistan uniform; camouflage trousers and her black top. Her face and arms marred with cuts and bruises, a bandage around her left forearm and a slight limp on her right foot. Two bruised ribs and a concussion that she was advised not to fly with. Advised being the operative word. She wasn't expected to come home from a warzone with no injuries. "Chicka, how long you been gone?" The cab driver asked, breaking the silence. Normally she would be secretive and untrusting, but she was excited and tired and hungry and dehydrated so she was going to be a bit forthcoming with the information today.

"Too long." She responded, her eyes misting up from unshed tears.

"Afghanistan?" She nodded, not concerned with how he knew. "Well, i'll make this journey free." He pulled up at the beach and she grinned, jumping out of the cab and grabbing her bags before leaning against his door and speaking to him through the window.

"How did you know?" He smiled.

"It was in your eyes. Darling, i've been there before and i saw some horrible things. Things that i'm pretty sure you saw too." She nodded before smiling at him and kissing him on the cheek.

"Thank you." She called before walking to the sand edge and looking for her team. The beach was surprisingly empty, a few groups of people scattered around and a few surfers. There! She saw Monty running around, playing with Nell who was throwing the ball from her sunbathing position. Next to her was Eric, holding her hand and laughing at something Callen said. From the looks of Sam's face, it was about him. And there he was.

Deeks.

He was just wondering up to their group from the sea, his surfboard under his arm as he unzipped his wetsuit and shook his hair to get rid of the excess water. Her heart stopped and the grin appeared on her face. She was home. She walked slowly towards their group, closer now to hear what they said but not close enough for them to see her yet. Especially since their backs were to her. But Deeks' wasn't. His eyes were focused on her. Callen called out to him, curious as to why he stopped walking. There was no response besides the grin that had appeared on Deeks' face.

The bags dropped to the sand. The surfboard followed suit. Then they were both running. The pain from Kensi's limp disappeared at the sight of Deeks. He slowed down just before the group, his arms open wide and his body ready for impact. She ran past the group, kicking sand onto Callen's lap before she launched herself into the waiting arms that she had dreamed of for months. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close before he pulled back and ran his hands over her body to check that she really was there. Once he realised that she was no hallucination, he kissed her. When oxygen became a necessity, he pulled away and rested his forehead on hers, looking into her eyes.

"Welcome home."