For today's prompt: Someone's not in the holiday spirit, and the other tries to change that. And again, things get just a tiny bit mature. These two just can't seem to help it. Set in season 10.

"Hey, so when are we picking up the tree?" Kensi asked, turning to face Deeks as they walked into the mission. He shrugged. "You always say if we wait too long they'll run out of all the good ones."

"I don't know if I feel like getting a tree this year," he answered with another shrug. Kensi snorted at the ludicrous statement.

"Right. Let me guess, you planned some kind of elaborate surprise to get a tree in the house while we're at work."

"Nope. I'm just not sure I'm in a Christmassy mood this year."

"Oh, come on, babe! You love Christmas," she said, nudging his shoulder. When he didn't respond, she asked a little less certainly, "Is something going on that I don't know about?" Deeks shrugged and looked around, seemingly searching for an answer.

"Not really. It just seems like a lot of work for a couple of days that we won't even necessarily get to celebrate," he explained.

His explanation made sense and to a certain extent she'd felt the same for a large chunk of her adult life. In her opinion, holidays were fine but she could do without some of the stress and expectation. And the moms ganging up on them about babies while toting casseroles of who knows what.

But Deeks typically loved decorating, cheerfully singing and turning the house into their own personal winter wonderland. And it was one of the things she loved about him.

"Maybe we don't have to go all out but we should at least get a tree. It's tradition."

"Maybe we should start a new tradition," he countered and Kensi knocked him with her shoulder.

"Doing nothing is not a tradition," she said and then added, "Remember what we did last Christmas?" Deeks snorted.

"Yeah, I had to dress up as Santa. Again. Why don't Sam or Callen ever have to do the Santa bit?" Deeks asked and Kensi couldn't tell if he was actually annoyed or just trying to change the subject.

"First of all, Callen would be the worst Santa ever. Secondly can you really imagine telling Sam that he has to put on a red suit and a fake beard? Not to mention the fact that I don't think they make costumes in his size," Kensi said, quickly derailing any plans he might have of foisting his Santa duties off on someone else.

"Mm, good point. What about Hetty? I'm sure she can get that ho-ho-ho down."

"Ok, now you're just being ridiculous. I was actually referring to what we did on Christmas morning," Kensi said, linking her arm with Deeks' and leaning into his side. "Remember how we had coffee and Christmas cookies in front of the tree?" Deeks nodded and she added,

"And then I showed you your Christmas present?" With a distant look in his eye, he asked,

"You mean the little red thing, with the straps and the-?"

"Uh-huh."

"Ok, I'll admit that wasn't so bad."

"What if I told you that I got a brand new Christmas outfit, just for you? With lots and lots of lace," Kensi whispered in his ear and she felt a shudder run through him.

"Um, what color is it?"

"Dark green."

"Ok, so maybe getting a tree isn't such a bad idea," he decided quickly and Kensi smiled smugly at him. He was so easy. Thankfully. "You know, just so we have someplace to put our presents."

"Right," Kensi said with a roll of her eyes. "You know, if you ever feel the urge to take out your Mr. Clause costume again, I won't complain." She smacked Deeks' butt, still smirking. There wasn't any more talk about not decorating that year.