A/N: Takes place post "Free Ride" in season 4.

"Hey, you still awake?" Kensi asked, the silhouette of her head popping around the door to Deeks' bunker. Callen had decided to stay with some of the crew to celebrate so he was alone.

Deeks lifted his head from his pillow, but didn't bother to actually sit up on his bunk.

"That depends," he said, dropping his head back down. "Did you bring me any Christmas cookies?"

"No." Apparently deciding that the coast was clear, she slipped inside and plopped on the side of his bed, jostling the mattress. "I have something even better than cookies." She frowned, peering around the dim room. "Why's it so dark in here?"

"Because my head is killing me," Deeks replied, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes against the constant ache. "If you recall, I was bashed over the head and stuffed in a garbage can." He opened one eye, pushing out his lower lip a tiny bit.

"Is it really that bad?" Kensi asked, leaning forward. He didn't expect her to run her fingers through his hair and stilled as she brushed the goose egg at the back of his skull. "Geez. I'm sorry, Deeks, I didn't know it was that bad. Do you want me to take you to the infirmary again?"

"Nah." Kensi's touch was actually proving a more effective balm than any pain medication. "The noise from the party was just getting to me."

Kensi was silent for a few more seconds while she mindlessly massaged the area around his bump. He wasn't sure Kensi was even aware she was still touching him.

"You know, I was pretty worried about you," she said in a hushed tone. "I thought you might have been pushed overboard or something." Her hand stilled in his hair and Deeks heard her inhale unsteadily.

"Hey, you can't get rid of me that easily," he said, nudging her knee. "You still owe me a trip to Tahoe. So I can kick your ass on the slopes."

"Oh, yeah, that's not happening." Kensi chuckled derisively, folding her arms over her chest. "As soon as we get off this ship and you're cleared for physical activity, you are on."

"Sounds like a date," Deeks agreed, feeling significantly more cheerful than when Kensi found him. "Hey, why did you come looking for me in the first place?"

"Oh, I just thought you might want some company," Kensi explained with a little shrug. I found a free common room and one of the three available channels happens to be playing "Miracle on 34th Street".

"One of your favorites."

"It is. Maybe we could watch it together." She gave him a hopeful smile. "That is if your head doesn't hurt too much."

"I think I can manage it," Deeks said, swinging his legs off the bed. "Although you might have to help me get there." Rolling her eyes, Kensi slipped an arm behind his back as he he stood.

They made it to the empty common room without running into anyone, or Deeks collapsing. Kensi turned down the lights before he had a chance to ask and plopped down next to him on the small couch he'd chosen. As little Suzy appeared on-screen, Kensi produced a box of milk duds, offering them to Deeks.

"Where did you even get those from?" he asked, even though he shouldn't be surprised that his sugar loving partner had found a way to sneak candy on-board.

"It's probably best if you don't ask," Kensi told him, popping a chuck of chocolate coated caramel into her mouth. She sighed and leaned back so she was almost leaning against him. "Merry Christmas, Deeks."

"Merry Christmas." Head injury and all, he decided that it wasn't such a bad Christmas after all.

A/N: Apparently most aircraft carriers do have TVs, but they're in common areas and have a limited number of channels.