A/N: So, last update I screwed up. A lot. I thought it would suffice just to skim it, but no no, I should have taken the time to edit it fully before posting. I'm sorry about all the errors! My goodness, was I asleep when I wrote that? Anyway, I'm sorry. I'm capable of better than that. Let's see if I can redeem myself today.

They were in the car on the way to OPS when she finally brought up his birthday.

"Alright. It's your birthday. Since I have no freaking idea what to get you, and you never opened your present from like two years ago, here's the deal. You're turning 36, so you get 3 wishes. Use them wisely."

He looks at her, squinting. "Who the hell are you, Kens, a magician?"

"Not that kind of wish you idiot. Any three things you want, want me to tell you, want me to do, whatever. You get three. That's it." He starts to say something, but she interrupts. "Don't bother wishing for sex. They'll be plenty of that."

Their day starts up with meaningless paperwork and he can't get the stupid wishes out of his head. What's he going to do with them? How does he make a decision like that? He decides to risk one of them to see how it goes. After Eric whistles, symbolizing their case on deck, they head upstairs. On the way up, he whispers in her ear.

"Wish one, you'll go surfing with me."

She smiles, and whispers back. "Sure, when? For how long?"

With one wish down, he's got to take the next two very seriously. It was sitting in the coffee house on the undercover op that he came up with the second one. She was undercover as a worker, and he was a costumer. When she came over to set down his coffee cup, he whispered his second wish.

"Take me to meet your mom. Not as your partner. As your boyfriend."

She isn't able to say that at the time, considering they were undercover, but as soon as they were done, she exclaimed, "With pleasure."

A gunshot rings off in the distance. They both jump. They fire a few rounds back, but its evident that they won't be able to take all of the bad guys down. Sam and Callen were still a good five minutes out. In a quick moment, they lock eyes, sharing one last moment before the inevitable happens.

And just like that, she takes two more shots before she goes down.

He's filled with emotions, lots of them. Anger and passion, but sadness can't hit him yet because of the adrenaline. When its finally safe for him to run over to her, he sees how bad it really is.

He compresses her wound. She doesn't say a lot. He's cursing and he can't breathe. She floats in and out, her eyes open and shut as she tries, just tries not to slip away.

They need a miracle.

So he uses his third wish.

"Don't leave me, Kens."

And sometimes in life, our wishes do happen to come true.

When she wakes up from surgery, she's sore. She's on edge, tense, until her eyes lock with his. Suddenly her world is complete.

His fingers run through her hair as he asks if she needs anything, but she swears she's just fine. The doctor makes his round through, verifies that though she is sore, she's alright for the time being.

She can tell that he's still nervous and worried about her. "Don't worry, Deeks. I couldn't die on your birthday. Although this will put a damper on the sex... might need to take a rain check on that one. "

He laughs, "Yeah, my birthday seems to be cursed."

"No," she corrects. "Your partner is just an ass."

He chuckled, and almost made a really dirty joke, but he let it slide. "You'll still go surfing with me though?"

"Absolutely. Maybe not for a few weeks, but I will."

"And you'll still reintroduce me to your Mom?"

"We'll go see her, we'll tell her about us."

"You're not going anywhere?"

"Nope."

"Well, my birthday may seem to never go our way, but it may not be so bad after all," he said, leaning over the bed to kiss her. "Except, please never get shot again."

"You're out of wishes, buddy," she says, and he starts to look angry, and she adds, "but I'll try."