"Son of a Bitch" Kensi moaned as she woke up a few mornings later. It had been days since the car chase and there had been no sign of him anywhere and he had not attempted anything else to harm her or her 'family'. It was driving her insane, Hetty had moved her and Deeks to a safe house in order to protect them and their unborn child. That meant 24 hour surveillance inside and outside the house. Absolutely zero privacy, except for the bedroom and bathroom.

"What? Are you ok?" Deeks asked concern briefly crossing his sleepy face, his arms, instinctively reaching out to her.

"huh- oh yeah, nausea from hell" She replied forgetting she had mumbled those words out loud, and curling up as much as her swollen belly would allow. "I guess no donuts for me this morning"

Deeks took pity on her "No, no donuts for anyone this morning, if you can't have them, then no one can have them" he stated matter-of-factly with a smile.

"Stop it." She whispered

"Stop what?" genuinely confused as to her comment.

"Stop being so sweet, and kind and loving" Her eyes tearing up when she said it, as she uncurled herself and rolled closer to him. "I love you Marty"

She only reserved the use of his first name for special occasions, and he knew she was being honest when she used his given name. It was so rare for him to see her this vulnerable, except it was happening more and more since she had become pregnant, though she would most likely blame it on the hormones if he were to bring it up.

"I love you too, Kensi Marie Blye." He replied openly expressing his feelings for her. He leaned forward the slightest amount to close the few centimetre gap and placed a soft kiss on her lips. As much as he wanted to continue, he knew that it would escalate a little too far though and he knew that the cameras in the house were equipped with audio and long range hearing.

"Now, what would you like for breakfast this morning, princess?" Deeks pulling away, breaking the kiss.

"I'm not really hungry Deeks" was the reply that came as she had stood up and walked to the bathroom. "And I know what you're going to say, that I have to eat, but seriously I don't think I ca-"

Cut off only to quickly twirl around and cradle the toilet bowl and proceed to empty the entire contents of her stomach, paying no attention to Deeks, who had come up behind her to pull her hair back. She rested her head on the edge of the toilet bowl, trying to cool down her heated head.

She groaned as she went to lift her head, but only to have Deeks pull her up and onto his lap, cradling her as she sat on his lap. "I really hate that!" She angrily whispered, any energy that she may have had earlier now had seeped away, as she drew on energy from Deeks. "The only part of being pregnant that I hate. Well that and the fact that everyone finds the need to touch my belly. It drives me absolutely insane." She added, feeling some sense of life come back to her. "Ooo idea, maybe I should get one of those shirts that has 'hands off' printed in big letters on the front of it."

Deeks chuckled at this, knowing how much she hated people touching her, unless it was him or the rest of the team…to a certain extent.

"Deeks, all I'm saying is that I can't eat anything right now. Okay, just leave me alone about it…please Deeks" Kensi begged as they entered the bullpen later that morning.

"But Kensi, it's not good to skip a meal, especially now that you're pregnant" Deeks responded softly, trying to reason with her.

"Deeks I said just to leave it alone"

"I know it's just…argh…it's not good…okay, just promise me that you will eat something later"

"Yeah I will" She relented sighing as she fell back into her desk chair. Suddenly realising that Callen and Sam had stopped working and had been listening in on their conversation.

"Deeks is right Kensi, as much as I hate to admit it, you have to be eating" Sam interjected, regretting butting in on their conversation when Kensi shot him a glare.

"By the way Kens, you looked a little green when you walked into the kitchen this morning" Callen said, trying to rescue his partner. "I was checking in on your safe house this morning and saw you walk into the kitchen." Defending himself when both Deeks and Kensi looked at him curiously.

"Morning sickness" Came the blunt reply as she ducked her head down and got stuck into the paperwork. Ever since Hetty and Callen had found out about her pregnancy they had put her on permanent desk duty until after the baby was born. It was slowly killing her on the inside, it meant no more sparring and DEFINITELY no more field work. Everything that Kensi did on a day to day basis.

"Uh-huh, Michelle had the same thing when she was pregnant with Kam. Except only once or twice." Sam said trying to make Kensi feel better.

"Yeah well, Kensi is getting it every day" Deeks said with a frown crossing his face. "I'm sure that can't be normal"

"You know it is Deeks, the doctor even said so herself." Kensi replied, not liking his conversation. "I'm going up to Nell"

"Alrighty"

"Morning Nell" The pregnant agent greeted with faux cheeriness.

"Hey Kensi, how you doing today?" The intelligence agent replied

"I'm good" She hesitated "anything on Danny?"

"No I'm sorry, he's like a ghost, I can't find him anywhere, I'm sorry Kens" Nell responded a look of guilt crossing over her face. "I still trying, but I can't promise you anything"

"It's ok, I guess I just want him to stop putting a damper on my mood. Everything good that has happened over the last few days, I just can't stop the thoughts crossing in the back of my mind that when is Danny going to show up? When is he going to make his next move? Will he go after me or Deeks next? I can't take it any longer, it's so frustrating" Kensi ranted, her hands raking through her already messed up hair, unbeknownst that Deeks was leaning against the door to Ops, gazing at her, love in his eyes. God how he loved that woman so much.

I didn't know where to break it up so I felt like here was as good a place as any. I hope you liked. Reviews are always welcome.