No Ones POV
The plane ride was mostly spent in silence, the only noice being the occasianol babies cry. Kensi slept the entire way, Deeks played with her hair, trying to remember what Nurse Daisy had said before they got on the plane.
"Think how bad this is for you and multiply it by ten, thats what its like for her. She's fighting to remember who you are, know that. Shes going to need your help, your patience, your support. Remember that."
He played her words over and over again in his head, vowing that no matter what, he would stay by her side, do everything he could to help her. He would take her to every place that he could think of that could help her remember. The plane landed and he softly woke her up, stroking her hair, just how he knew she liked it.
"Oh, hey," She mumbled, "Wait a second, whats your name?" She asked. It had only just striked both of them that Kensi didn't know his name!
"Oh, Marty Deeks, but everyone calls me Deeks," he tells her, smiling, before helping her up, and getting off the plane. They hailed a cab and after another long 45 minuites spent in silence, they were walking into his house.
"So, this is your house?" Kensi asked carefully, exploring.
"Our house Kens," Deeks reminded her, "So, you can take the bed and I'll take the couch,"
"Deeks, you proposed. I may not be able to remember you, but you remember me, and how am I meant to remember if you don't act like you normally do. We can share the bed," She offered.
"Okay, sure," Deeks replied, smiling to himself. He headed into the kitchen, but not before throwing her a smile.
"How does a movie, beer and some homemade donuts sound?" Deeks asked, knowing the answer but asking anyway. He saw her eyes light up and started chuckling to herself.
"Yes, yes and yes!!! Sounds great! Which movie are we watching?"
"Well, you want to watch the Titanic and because I'm such an amazing person I'm just going to nodd and agree with you, sound good?"
Two Hours Later
The credits where rolling and some how, during the movie Deek's arm had snaked around Kensis waist, pulling her close to him, and her head was resting on his shoulder. Deeks just sat there, starign at her, remembering all the good times they'd had together, wondering if Kensi would ever be able to do the same thing again. All the stuff that had happened to them, the experiences that made them who they were, she didn't remember any of them. He felt her start moving slowly and he helped her sit up propaly. No matter how many times she said she was 'fine', he knew she wasn't because that was just classic Kensi. She had been shot and lost her memory, yet she told everyone she was fine. He had got a text from Hetty informing him that they both had the rest of the week off. She didn't know the details yet, but she knew enough. He had thanked God for Nurse Daisy not telling her exactly what had happened. When she was sitting up she started talking, softly, so that he could only just hear her,
"At the hospital, you completed all of my paperwork, every single question, without even having to think about. As if it was you own. And that just got me thinking. Then, I think I remember something."
Deeks leaned forward, hoping that she was right, that she had acctually remembered something. Because if she had, that would be a starting point. After that, he would be able to help her. But right now, he had no starting point, so he was lost, and he hated it.
"One day, we where sitting at desks, facing each other. We were alone, although there were to other desks," She started, slowly, taking her time. But Deeks didn't mind, because she was right.
