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"Hey babe, where are you?" Deeks asked through the phone, as he wondered how long it could possibly take for her to get a box…or two of Twinkies.

"Ummm I'm coming, I'm nearly home, I just had a craving for peanut butter and pickles so…yeah I'm coming" she replied.

"Alright I'll see you soon, be safe."

"Alwa-, hold on, I think I am being followed. I am going to try and lose this guy." She said as she gently eased on the accelerator.

"Ok, just don't hang up, keep talking to me so I know you are ok, please" He begged panic instantly settling deep within his bones.

"I'll be fine, but – damn this guy is good, he right on me. I'm going to try and lead him away from home, he can't know where we live. Call Eric get him to check out numberplate 3CHN270, see who it is registered to." Kensi said, her voice raising in panic. Emotions getting the better of her.

"Okay, just drive like a maniac, and you'll lose him." He attempted, lightening the mood. "I'll call you straight back and I expect to hear that you lost him okay?"

"Okay"

"Eric, hey man, I need you to run this numberplate for me really urgently. 3 Charlie Hotel November 270. I want to know everything about the person in that car." Deeks said, propelling Eric into action.

"Is everything ok? I mean you sound kind of frantic." He questioned as he typed, concerned for his friend.

"No, it's not alright, Kensi is being tailed by some guy, I don't like this at all. She is out there where I can't protect her right now. So yes, excuse me if I may be a little bit frantic, but just find who ever owns the damn car." The worried detective shot back at his friend. Instantaneously regretting his tone. "I'm sorry man, it's just that I'm not there with her, and I am powerless, sitting here at home."

"It's ok, don't worry, I understand." Eric replied as he pulled up the records. "Ok so it looks like the plates belong to a Danny Morgan, 33, lives in Culver City, but I don't see any connection to you or Kensi anywhere."

"Thanks Eric, Call the team, and brief them." Deeks said shortly as he hurriedly hung up the phone and dialed Kensi's number.

"Who is it?" Kensi demanded as she answered the phone

"It's me, Deeks, Eric found out who is driving that car, and do you know a Danny Morgan?" Deeks enquired.

A sigh sounded at the other end as the pregnant agent took her time answer, "Yeah, I know him, let's just say that dating has its downside" Kensi replied trying to insert humour into her voice.

"What the hell, Kens, how do you manage to pick these guys." Deeks said dumbfounded.

"Hey now, he was completely harmless. At least he was when I saw him!"

"Well, he's clearly not harmless now, is he still on your tail?"

"Ummmm, no I think I lost him, I'm heading back home now. I have to say though, it's a lot harder now to do anything with this massive bump in the way!" She exclaimed, relief flooding her as she made her way back home.

"Yeah, well it comes with the baby, take it or take it, no refunds." Deeks countered with a smile dominating his features.

"Ha-ha, you're so funny, you are so lucky I'm not there right now, I would punch you for that." Kensi retorted allowing a smile to cross her face.

"But you love me!" the cheeky detective said, hanging up the phone so he could wait for her return. He knew he would pay for it later but he didn't care, everything had to be perfect for her. He wouldn't settle for anything less.

A slam of the door startled Deeks out of his pleasant daydream.

"Hey lover boy, dinner ready yet. I'm starving." Kensi yelled as she walked through the door, dropping her bags and keys in the kitchen.

"How are you hungry, I bet you ate an entire box of those Twinkies when you were in the car." Deeks shot back but continued when Kensi glared at him. "But yes, it's done, ready to eat whenever baby Fern so desires."

"And what about when I so desire huh, am I not important to?" Kensi asked feigning anger towards her boyfriend.

"Of course sugarbear, it's just…you know, you already ate."

"Well, little Fern as you so put it may be a boy and we are both hungry." Kensi said defiantly.

"Alright, if you so insist, lasagne is in the oven."

As Deeks served up dinner, Kensi sat at the table ogling her boyfriend as he ambled around the kitchen. "So Kens, I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but who is Danny Morgan?" Deeks questioned curiosity getting the better of him.

Kensi released a long breath before responding. "About seven years ago, I met Danny at a bar, he was single I was single, we were both attractive people, you know how it goes. Anyway, he was probably the last guy I seriously dated, before the serial dating started. We were dating for about 3 months, I had already joined NCIS by this point but hadn't earned the bad-ass Blye part yet, when he lost his job as a banker."

She continued with a smirk. "I know, I know, not my type but he was hot. Anyway, everything was good for those first few months, I was as happy as I was probably going to get and he was nice. After he lost his job, he started moping around the house the whole time and he became super clingy, he would walk me to the front door then he would be literally waiting for me at the door when I came back. It was painful, and it wasn't me, I needed space, it was killing me on the inside, so I broke up with him. He didn't really take it well, but he never hurt me or lashed out at anyone. That was the last I ever saw of him…until today." Kensi ended, feeling exhausted, but relieved to have it off her chest.

Deeks had kept silent throughout the entire story and took a moment to gather his thoughts. "I uh, I don't really know what to say to that." He admitted.

"It's okay. It was a long time ago and he means nothing to me now. To be honest, I hadn't even though of him since we became partners. You and this baby are my everything. Nothing is gonna change that now. Especially not an old boyfriend." Kensi assured her boyfriend coming up behind to him and wrapping her arms around his waist.

"I love you Kens." Was his only response and he turned in her arms to wrap an arm around her shoulder and one protectively around her swollen belly.

"I love you too Detective Deeks" she whispered.

Well that went a little differently than I had imagined. Oh well. Please review.