A/N: Densimber Day 22.

Kensi stretched and rolled onto her side so she faced a still sleeping Deeks' side. Pushing herself up on one hand, she trailed her fingers from the base of his head to just above his hips, lightly blowing along the same path.

The muscles in his back twitch, and he sighed into his pillow, but didn't make any move to get up. Sitting up all the way, she swung her leg over his torso, straddling his hips. She grinned as she pressed her lips to his left shoulder.

"Oh, you're trying to kill me," Deeks groaned quietly. He turned his head just enough to reveal one eye beneath his bangs, which had grown out slightly from his latest haircut. Kensi brushed the hair back, kissing along the line of his beard. "And on a work morning too."

"Well, we just have to be fast," Kensi whispered. Deeks stilled then started turning over, and she obligingly rose on her knees to give him room.

"Perfect way to wake up in the morning," Deeks murmured, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip.

"Oh, I thought I was killing you," Kensi teased, settling on his lower stomach with an extra shimmy.

"I didn't say it would be a bad way to die."

Grinning again, Kensi dipped her head. She felt a familiar swooping sensation in her stomach just as her lips touched Deeks'.

With a panicked expression, she rolled off Deeks, and scrambled for the bathroom. She didn't have time to close the door or worry about dignity before she was heaving over the toilet.

"Oh baby." She felt Deeks gently pull her hair back and secure it with a hairband. When she finally stopped throwing up a few minutes later, he handed her a glass of water, which she accepted gratefully. She rinsed her mouth out and took a couple careful sips, leaning her head against the wall.

"Do you think this is still from that stomach bug you had last week?" Deeks asked, pressing his hand to her forehead. His eyes narrowed in concern as he crouched next to her.

"Maybe. I actually feel a lot better now." She'd felt nauseous off and on for the last week. After the first day, she'd gotten sick one other time, though Deeks didn't know about it. The nausea usually subsided towards the afternoon, and when she ate. "I think I'll take the day off, just in case."

"I can stay with you."

"Oh thanks, but there's no reason for you to waste a sick day. I'll be just fine on my own."

"If you're sure," he checked, still obviously a little worried.

"Yes."

"Ok, I'm going to get ready and take Rosa to school."

While Deeks showered and dressed, Kensi brushed her teeth, and then headed back to bed. Her stomach still felt a little unsettled, but it was significantly better than before.

Deeks came back into the room 10 minutes later, buttoning up his shirt. When he was done, he perched on the edge of the bed.

"Do you need anything? Gatorade, crackers?" he asked, still uncertain about leaving.

"No, I'm really ok, baby. But thank you for worrying about me," she assured him. Deeks sighed, kissing the top of her head, and stood again.

"Alright. Call me if you need me. Or you know, your crazy mother-in-law, who lives 42 seconds away."

Kensi chuckled softly, giving him a slight push towards the door.

"I will. Love you, baby."

She waited until she heard both Deeks and Rosa leave to go back in the bathroom. Pausing in front of the mirror, she studied her reflection for a moment, taking steadying breath, then retrieved the small box of test strips she'd stashed at the back of the cupboard.

Her hand trembled as she removed a small strip. She stared at it for several seconds, marveling that such a tiny thing could make her feel terrified, excited, and hopeful all at once.

A/N: Oh yes, I went there. Those are pregnancy tests.