BIG NOTE: THIS STORY WILL ONLY BE UPDATED WHEN I FEEL LIKE THE EPISODE HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH AFGHANISTAN. (or if it was). "Why, Love?" Because this is fan fiction, and this particular fan fic is based off "actual" events in the show. And since the writers haven't given me anything juicy, hopefully "Field of Fire" will give me something. Sorry about that, but I kind of want to start something new, if anything hits me.

I was awoken by a scream that made my blood run cold. It was Kensi, and it sounded as though someone was stabbing her in gut repeatedly. This was the first time after a few weeks that she had a nightmare.

"Kensi! Kensi, hey!" I said, starting to try the gentlest way he could think of to wake her up. "Listen to me, it's Deeks!"

"Deeks! NO! Don't touch him!" she screamed, sobbing and kicking. It shattered my heart to see her like this. I managed to get over to her ear without being hit and whispered into it.

"Kens, Fern, it's me! You're not there, I promise. You're in bed with me, and my awesomeness and-" her eyes shot open and she made eye contact with me and began sobbing again. I sat up and pulled her into my arms; her head on my chest, and my arms protectively around her and my hand stroking her hair.

"I couldn't get out, Deeks." she cried. "I'-I'm j-just s-so broken!" I felt tears form in my eyes. It had been- what- almost a year since she was rescued, and she was still facing the nightmares and she was still a recluse. But when she was at work, she hid it, and that was when I loved seeing her. The true Kensi Marie Blye who wasn't tortured, or at the least recovered.

"Shh. Listen to me," I said, looking down at her, and rubbed her shoulder. "It's all in your mind. You have to tell yourself that, Kens. Remember what I told you? Let it out, and make peace with it." Kensi looked up at me with teary eyes. "I know, Deeks. But everyone is either pitying me, or making it worse. Which makes it impossible to try and make peace with it. That is, except you."

I felt her pull closer to me and I held her tighter. "Once the sun comes out a bit, you want to go for a run or something? Clear your mind?" She nodded, and we both fell asleep that way, safe, and in each other's arms.

When we came home from work that night, we went to my place, carefully watching to make sure Rivera didn't spot us, if she was still watching.

Everything they have against you... me.

I was what the LAPD wanted to use against my own partner, and that sickened me. Deeks, Deeks. Why did he deserve it? Out of all the people?

"Why can't you just leave the LAPD?" I whispered as we laid on the couch in each other's arms, all safe and warm for the time being. "Why can't you forget about them, and come to NCIS as an agent? Agent Deeks has a nice ring to it."

"I would if I could, Kensi. Trust me, but I can't." he replied, looking down at me, and pressed a light kiss onto my lips. "I won't let them touch you, because you're mine, girlfriend."

A light smile took over my face. There was Deeks, always ready to create a moment and ruin it with some weird... anything. But I loved him, and he was like no one else. My mind wandered to the talk Sam had with me today.

"Deeks?"

"Yeah, princess?" he said taking a sip of his beer.

"You ever thought about kids?" I asked. Deeks spit out his beer and started coughing. "You mean like, you and me?"

I was taken back, and my face showed it. He noticed it. "Sorry, I was just surprised to hear that phrase come out of your mouth." he looked at me with playful eyes. "Because, Kens, I need to know whether there's something that's half you and half me, swimming in your uterus."

I was ready to punch him in the arm, but let it go. "No! God, Deeks, you think I'm that irresponsible?"

"No," he said, scooping me up and stood up. "But I'm never against any practice that might help us get there."

"Neither am I." I winked, and we soon forgot about Rivera and today and left that waiting for tomorrow.

I really did love it when he talked detective. His lips were smushing against mine and I was pushing myself against him.

"I see how you winded up in prison in the first place, Ms. Blye." he said between kisses.

"What?" I asked, after sitting up. I was out of breath.

"Never mind. You done for tonight?" he asked, ruffling his hair. I nodded. I wanted to be done with everything, except him.

Super short, but no inspiration! Remember, I can and will always take prompts and/or ideas!