Kensi wakes up early Saturday morning; the sun isn't even peeking out yet when she finds herself unable to fall back asleep. Between work and assisting Deeks with some legal aspects in anticipation of the move, the time has sped by.

Growing restless, she wanders out from her bedroom for a drink, brushing a handful of hair out of her eyes, and yawning. On her way to the kitchen, she can't help herself from stopping to check on Deeks. He's face down, all that's visible of his head is a mass of blonde curls, his left arm and shoulder peeking out from under the cow-print blanket she'd loaned him. The couch is really too small for him, his feet cramped at the end.

The only reason she hadn't offered her room is because she knows Deeks would never accept it. He's way too conscientious to even think of kicking her out of her own bed. He shifts in his sleep, snuffling against the pillow, legs stretching.

Kensi tiptoes from the room so she doesn't disturb him. She knows he hasn't been sleeping well the past week; several times she heard him quietly creeping around the apartment in the middle of the night. Today is going to be stressful and exhausting enough for him as it is without adding sleep deprivation into the mix.

After drinking a glass of water, and maybe a half of oatmeal cookie Deeks baked the other night, Kensi decides to get ready for the day. To her surprise, when she finishes showering and dressing in leggings and a loose T-shirt, Deeks is still asleep. He manages to sleep through her making breakfast too (if reheating yesterday's frittata counts as cooking). It seems only fair since he's woken before her and cooked every other morning this week.

It's just after 7 when she waves a steaming mug of coffee under his nose. Deeks head twists to the side, his right arm rising reflexively as his eyes open. He searches the room for a few moments with sleep and confusion clouding his eyes before he apparently figures out what's going on. With a groan, he pushes himself up on one arm, swiping a hand over his face.

"I made you coffee," Kensi explains unnecessarily. Deeks takes it with a grateful sound and gulps down a considerable amount despite it being piping hot. With his curls falling over his forehead and in complete disarray, he looks younger than usual.

As though he can hear her, he brushes his bangs from his eyes, though they immediately fall back into place.

"Thanks," he mumbles finally. His ribs seem to be healing quickly, but he still winces when he sits fully upright. "And good morning."

Kensi smiles, raising her own cup of coffee. "Morning. You ready for breakfast?"

"Oh, I think I need to let some of this caffeine soak in before I answer any life altering questions," he replies, rolling his head hard enough something in his neck pops. Kensi suppresses a shudder.

He drinks a little more while Kensi sits across from him. "My friend Ray is going to bring the truck in about an hour. And Sylvia should be gone by then, even if she waited a while to see if I'd show up."

"Actually, just to make sure she has left, Nell's going to call and ask to speak to the owner. As far as I know, they've never talked before, so Sylvia shouldn't recognize her voice. She'll ask for an estimate or something to make sure she's there."

Deeks's eyebrows scrunch, a series of disbelief, dismay, and finally what she thinks is gratefulness crossing his face. "Sneaky." He sniffs once, gaze focused on his hands cupped around the mug. He traces a cartoonish mushroom on the surface. "I hope you guys know how much I appreciate everything you're doing," he says.

"We do," Kensi assures him. She knows he feels guilty for taking their time, their help, so she won't lecture him about his incessant need to apologize and thank them. Hopefully he'll eventually figure out that they care about him. And that he deserves it.

She claps her hands together. "Ok, let's go eat breakfast. I have a feeling we're going to need our energy today."

Sam Hanna and Nell Jones arrive together around 8:30. Nell looks like she's prepared for infiltrating a drug ring, with her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, and in jeans and a heavy-duty black denim jacket. Sam's dressed in his usual off-the-clock neutral Henley and jeans, but has brought along an impressive collection of tools, bungee cords, and other moving supplies to add to the ones Deeks has already collected.

Belying her tough appearance, as soon as Nell gets out of Sam's Challenger, she rushes over to Deeks, hugging him tightly. She doesn't say a word, the way she holds him, squeezes his back a little longer than necessary, does all the talking.

When she steps back, Deeks takes a moment, to swipe under his nose, then pulls himself together.

"Uh, I think we have everything we need," he starts, gesturing to the truck. "My buddy says we can keep it for as long as we need."

"Good. I called the bakery," Nell adds, flicking a hesitant look at him before continuing. "They're open for regular business, but no custom orders since the owner is currently putting the finishing touches on a catering job." She lowers her voice conspiratorially. "It's amazing what people will tell you when you act obnoxious and demanding."

"I was ready to give her anything she wanted to get her to stop talking," Sam agrees.

That draws a chuckle from Deeks, breaking some of the lingering tension.

"I'll try not to get on your bad side then." Deeks nods with a heavy exhale. And it feels like he's released more than air. "Let's do this.

Ever one to take control, Sam insists on driving the moving truck with Nell as his passenger and Kensi and Deeks take her SUV. There's enough room in the back of hers for any smaller items, but she knows Deeks is hoping to get everything in one trip.

She can see his anxiety returning the closer they get to the condo. His shoulders are, jaw clenched tight, and hands in constant motion. He fidgets with his phone, brushes his bangs off his forehead half a dozen times, and taps his fingers on his thighs.

She almost breaks the silence several times in her need to reassure him, but manages to stop herself. They're about to spend the next several hours traipsing through his apartment, his life, and he needs to chance to process it all without her interrupting. She does reach across the consul, turning her palm up between them, eyes on the truck in front of her. She keeps it there until she feels Deeks thread his fingers through hers.

Thankfully, the condo seems to be unoccupied when they pull up, just as Nell promised. They've brought a variety of boxes and crates to pack Deeks' belongings in, so they gather up as much as they can on their first trip in.

Deeks expels a gusty breath as he unlocks the door and gently pushes the door open. The interior looks about the same as Kensi remembers, though some of the décor has changed, and she grimly notes the empty space in the middle of the den where the oak table once sat. Apparently Sylvia hasn't had time to replace it.

"Alright, where do you want us to start?" Sam asks, jerking Deeks out of his trance and prompting him to move a few steps forward.

He drags a hand through his hair, gaze skipping from place to place, as though the possibilities overwhelm him.

"Um…bedroom," he decides. "I'll start in the bedroom. Maybe someone can grab my laptop and accessories from the office. There's also a locked filing cabinet I'll have to get some personal documents from."

"Sounds like a plan. I'll get those," Nell offers.

"Hey, don't you even think of lifting anything heavier than those boxes over there," Sam warns Deeks. "You don't need to strain anything."

"Sam…"

"I'm serious. I'll be watching you."

Deeks rolls his eyes, but doesn't push Sam on the matter, because he likely doesn't feel like an argument right now. Or an impromptu push up contest.

Kensi goes with Deeks to the master bedroom, which feels a little intrusive. She'd never had a need to enter it before, and seeing the touches of his and Sylvia's combined lives is odd. She notes the color themes and decorative choices lean heavily on what she assumes are Sylvia's preferences. It's a little too curated to be by Deeks' choice.

He walks around the bed, pausing in front of the bedside table, and stops, his gaze directed downwards.

"What is it?" she asks, and he shakes himself, holding up a framed picture.

"We took this for our first anniversary." He runs his index finger along the glass pane, lips pressed tightly together, and shakes his head, eyes closing briefly. "And I thought we might spend the rest of our lives together." With a heavy sigh, he places it back on the table. "This is even harder than I thought it would be."

"That's ok. We're right here if you need us."

Deeks nods, lingering on the picture once more before he turns abruptly and makes a beeline for the set of dressers across from the bed. For the next 20 minutes, they fill three 40-gallon storage containers with all of his clothes, which is surprisingly little. They fill another with other personal belongings and toiletries and then push it all into the den.

Where Sam and Nell are arguing over how to remove the widescreen TV from the wall.

"Woah, woah, guys, what are you doing?" Deeks demands. "Why are you trying to demolish the place?"

"There's three TVs here. Only makes sense you take one of them," Sam explains.

"Ok, I'm not taking any of the furniture or stuff that's mounted. This isn't about me clearing the place out."

"Deeks, are you sure? You shouldn't have to start all over after this. Especially all the woodwork pieces you bought from your friend."

Despite his reluctance, they convince Deeks to take several pieces of furniture he'd either brought with him or purchased since moving. Then it's onto the kitchen, the spare bedroom, and den while Sam and Nell retrieve his bike and some bigger items stored in the garage.

Kensi's helping Deeks sort through multiple file folders and envelopes worth of documents when there's a loud commotion from outside the office.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?"

Deeks stills at the sound of Sylvia's voice, dropping the packet of insurance forms in his hands.

"Deeks, wait!" Kensi objects, grasping for his shoulder, but he pushes past her, rushing out of the room as the noise in the den begins to build.