A/N: To recap, 'cause apparently I'm copying soap operas now, Kensi received a head injury and has a slight case of amnesia. In her confusion, she came to the conclusion that she and Deeks are married.

Deeks reached for his phone, which was ringing obnoxiously loud in his right ear. Except something was laying on his arm, actually his entire torso was weighed down, preventing him from moving.

Frowning, he forced one eye open, momentarily stunned to find Kensi curled up in his arms. For a second he was terrified they'd done something incredibly stupid, and he started to panic, wondering how the hell to handle this. Then it came rushing back to him. He had done something incredibly stupid, it just didn't involve anything illicit activities.

Breathing out slowly, he rubbed his free hand over his face. He glanced at his watch, seeing that it was just after 7. His phone stopped ringing, but he figured if it was important, whoever it was would call again.

Sighing, he glanced down at Kensi; she hadn't budged an inch.

She had her head buried in his chest, legs curled around his. He'd forgotten, as impossible as it seemed, how affectionate Kensi was in bed. Boundaries didn't seem to exist. If she wasn't star fishing over three-fourths of the bed, then she was completely invading his personal space. It was both wonderful and completely frustrating, especially since he knew Kensi wasn't herself.

He'd tried to convince her he needed to take care of things around the apartment-their apartment according to her temporarily skewed version of things-so he couldn't cuddle with her. Then she'd pulled out the most heartbreaking expression he'd ever seen and he swore tough as nails Kensi Marie Blye almost cried. So of course he'd gotten in bed with her.

That was his first mistake. The second was not leaving once Kensi had fallen asleep. Rubbing at his eyes, Deeks groaned,

"Oh my god, this is such a terrible idea. What were you thinking Martin?"

"Wassa terrible idea?" Kensi mumbled, shifting on his chest. He froze, completely unprepared for the sound of her sleep roughened voice and warm breath puffing against his skin. When he didn't answer, she brushed a handful of hair out of her face, lifting herself up on her forearms. "Is everything ok, babe?"

"Yeah, I uh, got a call..." His thoughts stuttered to a halt when Kensi trailed her fingers through his hair and then leaned in, kissing under his jaw. "Kens?"

"I feel much, much better today," she said with a playful smile. Something in his chest definitely did not flutter happily.

"I think that was a call from work," he tried, gesturing to his phone.

"Then call off. Tell them you need to watch over your poor, sick wife." He started to protest again, but Kensi pressed her fingers to his mouth, shaking her head so the tips of her hair brushed over his chest. "I just want to spend a few hours with my husband without any interruptions. Is that a too much to ask?"

"No, but, uh, there's just one," he laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation as Kensi crawled up his chest and pressed a kiss to his bottom lip. "Just one little problem."

"Mm, what's that?" she asked, not sounding like she cared to hear his answer at all. Her hands crept lower down his abdomen, her nails lighting scratching over his ribs and abs, and he desperately thought of something to say.

"Kensi, we can't-" His phone rang, saving him from having to finish that sentence, and he all but pushed her off, rolling out of bed as he grabbed his cell. "Deeks. Yeah, no she's ok. I'll be there in half an hour."

He took a deep breath after he hung up before turning to face Kensi again. She was sitting up in bed now with her arms wrapped around her raised legs, head resting on her knees.

"Was that Eric?" she asked, reaching for his hand. He took it automatically.

"Yeah, there's a new case. Sorry I have to go, but I'll make you some breakfast before I leave," he said, wondering if he should have someone check on Kensi throughout the day. Other than some brushing around her temple and the bandage, she looked almost back to normal. But that didn't mean something couldn't happen, especially if Kensi got restless.

"What? No, I'm coming with you." She started to slide out of bed.

"Kens, you just had a TBI yesterday," he reminded her. "I think you should take it easy for a couple days." Kensi rolled her eyes at that, seeming a lot more like the Kensi Blye he knew and-well a lot like the non-Twilight Zone version of his partner.

"I know I can't go in the field, but I can do something. I'll go stir crazy if I stay here all day by myself," she insisted.

"Kensi..."

"Or we could just go back to bed." She lowered her eyes suggestively, reaching out with her other hand to pluck at his t-shirt. He took a step back, gently untangling his fingers.

"Fine, we'll both go," he said, needing to leave the room, and Kensi in all her early morning softness. "Let me know if you need help with anything."

As he walked out, he was fairly certain he heard Kensi sigh quietly. God, she was going to hate him so much once she remembered everything.