A/N: Deeks recovers from his injured ribs after FLETC. Yes, I'm going humorous with this despite my great dislike of the humor in the actual FLETC arc.

Kensi walked into the house approximately seven hours later than she wanted to. Even though the team was supposed to have a couple days off, yet another emergency had cropped up, and soon they were working LAPD to find a stolen thumb drive with sensitive information. The theft turned out to be the work of a couple clueless teens who had no idea they'd broken into the house of a colonel.

Overall, they closed the case quickly, but it still took time to write everything up and deal with the teens. Through the whole process, Kensi couldn't help thinking about how much Deeks had supported the communication between LAPD and their team. They'd definitely noticed the difference with Deeks out of commission with his bruised ribs. Of course, he'd be returning to a different position once he recovered.

She was still mulling it all over when she found Deeks in the living room, spread out on the couch with a pile of pillows, the remote in one hand, and eyes focused on the TV screen in front of him.

"Hey, baby." She leaned on the arm of the couch, leaning down to kiss press a kiss into the top of his curls. She'd missed him. Especially after being separated while he was at FLETC, she noticed his absence at work even more.

"Hey," he responded distractedly. It took him a second to look away from whatever show or movie he had on, but when he did, he gifted her with a sweet smile, tipping his chin up to kiss her earnestly. When he pulled back, he wrapped his arm around her back, gently urging her to scoot next to him. "How was your day?"

"Fine. Long and kind of boring," she answered with a shrug.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to liven things up for you." He winked teasingly, turning his attention back to the TV.

"Oh, hang in a second, I'm waiting to find out if Cory and Topanga's get back together," Deeks said, making a hushing gesture in Kensi's direction.

"What? What are you watching?" Squinting at the screen, Kensi watched the brightly lighted scene for a few seconds, then turned to face Deeks with a confused expression. "Why are you watching a 90s TGIF show?"

"Well, it was a little outside my demographic when it originally aired and there's a marathon on. I like Shawn. He's kind of angsty, but his backstory resonates with me for obvious reasons."

The entire time he spoke, his eyes never left the TV, which apparently had captured his entire attention.

"Ok, Sweetie, I think you've been watching too much daytime TV," Kensi decided. "How long have you had this on?"

"Uh, since I finished cleaning the kitchen. So like 9:30?" he responded with a shrug.

"Deeks, you're not supposed to be doing anything strenuous."

He looked her way long enough to roll his eyes. "Kens, I don't think wiping down the table and cleaning some dishes is going to kill me."

"Probably not, but the doctor did say you should relax for the next couple of weeks to give your ribs time to heal."

"Look, I spent three months working to get through FLETC so I could finally work with you guys again, and now I'm benched. I'm already annoyed and bored, the least you can let me do is some light cleaning and watch cheesy TV," Deeks said, the frustration clear in his voice.

Kensi's heart broke for him a little bit. As much as she'd missed him, at least she'd still had the normally of work and their team while Deeks had been separated from everything.

"I'm sorry, baby. I know it's not easy." She ran her fingers through his hair, and he shrugged, but she noticed he leaned into her touch.

"Eh, I'm just pouting."

"No, you deserve a break after the last six months. Maybe I can make it a little less awful," she offered. Deeks raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

"What did you have in mind?"

"I'm not sure, but I promise it will be better than a kids show," she promised, taking his hand, and gently tugging him off the couch.

"Mm, whatever it is, might be worth a few extra days convalescing," Deeks commented as she led him upstairs.

A/N: Partially inspired by my semi-recent discovery of "Boy Meets World".