Prompt: Because now I have to be a pain in the butt (this was from a Tumblr friend): Could you please sometime (no rush) write an epilogue for the amnesia story? Something a little down the road where they're back on good terms and headed into a relationship finally? A bit of a happy ending?

A/N: This was written months after Densi-mber 2020, but I'm posting it to this collection to keep consistency.

"Ok, remind me again, why do you like this movie?" Deeks asked as the credits rolled on a truly horrendous 80's horror movie. It featured copious amounts of fake blood, severed appendages, and screams that would put a banshee to shame.

"It's a classic," Kensi said, like it was explanation enough.

"No, Casablanca is a classic. This–" Deeks pointed at the TV- "that's a travesty."

Kensi stuck her tongue out at him and stuffed a piece of popcorn in her mouth before offering him the half-empty bowl. There were also several boxes of candy, bags of chips, and an empty tub of ice cream spread out on her coffee table.

Deeks rested his chin on his fist, watching as she animatedly listed off her reasons why her pick for movie night was an excellent choice. He found himself smiling at her unabashed enthusiasm.

It had taken some time for them to find their rhythm again after the truth came out about her bout with paramnesia. For a little while, Deeks thought he broken things beyond repair and that Kensi would never completely forgive or trust him again. Slowly but surely that trust had returned.

It started with a tentative offer from Kensi to grab a drink after work. Then a few days later, he'd invited her for burgers. Over the next few months that turned into hanging out at one of their apartments several times a week.

"What are you smiling about?" Kensi asked abruptly, pulling Deeks' attention back to her.

"I'm just happy," he covered, hoping she hadn't noticed him staring. Kensi eyed him speculatively but didn't press the matter. He was glad, not knowing what he would have said if she did. It was always amazing how Kensi could throw him off-kilter without even trying.

"Do you wanna watch another movie? I have the original Thing and Beetlejuice." Grabbing a couple DVD cases from her side of the couch, Kensi wiggled them enticingly in his direction. "C'mon, you know you want to."

Deeks laughed breathily, resisting the urge to cross the small space they always maintained between them and kiss her. It was an urge that was becoming harder to resist by the day. Especially when she was unintentionally adorable.

"I would love to, but it's getting pretty late. Rain check?"

"You could always just stay here again," Kensi suggested with a casual shrug. "I mean, I'm pretty sure you've left enough clothes around to get by."

Deeks paused, considering her offer. They'd been spending the night at each other's place with increasing frequency. Either falling asleep on the couch during some reality binge, or under the guise and of it being a late night.

"Kens, where are we going with this?" Kensi looked confused by his question and he clarified, "With us. Our thing, or whatever you want to call it." He gestured between them and he saw the shift as Kensi suddenly understood. She lowered her head, fiddling with a tiny thread on her pants and quietly said,

"We're friends." Deeks nodded, trying not to let his disappointment show. He'd figured as much. "But I think we could be more," she added, surprising Deeks completely when she looked back up with a nervous smile.

"And by more you mean…?" he prompted, mouth turning dry as he waited for Kensi to respond. She was quiet for another minute, silently looking at him with an unreadable expression. Then she reached out, breaching that cavern between them.

Smiling again, she brushed a few strands from his temple, fingers drifting down to cup his cheek.

"This," she whispered, leaning closer. She kissed him, her lips warm, and gentle, and everything he had been dreaming about for months.

Slowly, Deeks brought his hands to her waist, drawing her even closer. Kensi made a noise in the back of her throat and tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him in place.

"So," she whispered unevenly a couple minutes later, "do you want to spend the night?"

Deeks laughed again at the ridiculousness of her question.

"Yes," he said firmly. "I would love to spend the night." He brushed his fingers down his cheek, pulling her into his chest. "And every day until you get sick of me."

Kensi snorted at that, her smile fond as she brushed her nose against his.

"I think by now we both know that's never going to happen."

"Thank god," he murmured, sipping his head to kiss her once more.