Deeks POV
I walked into the office, a smile implanted on my face. In my hand were two cups of coffee, a twinkie balanced on top. Kensi looked up as I entered the bull pen, eyeing the Twinkie with interest, before leaning back on her chair.
"Hey Deeks," She says, eyes not leaving the twinkie. Walking over to her desk, I hand her the twinkie and both cups of coffee.
"What's this for?" She asks curiously, unwrapping the twinkie
"I'm glad your alive," I tell her, the words slipping out of my mouth before I could stop them.
"Right," she says slowly, raising her eyebrows, "Not that I don't appreciate it, but what's going on?"
"Just glad your not dead, that's all," I say quickly before scurrying over to my desk. Kensi looks weirdly at me before taking a bite of her twinkie and sighing happily. Just then, Callen walked in, Sam not far behind.
"Two cups of coffee and a twinkie, that's a lot, even for you kens," Callen commented, pointing at the stuff on her desk. She looks at me and I shake my head, silently begging her not to tell them I gave them to her. Her phone rang and she picked it up, listened, and hung up again. Taking the last bite of her twinkie, she got up.
"Come on boys, we have a case,"
Kensi' s POV
Deeks was acting weird today. Really weird. The Coffee and Twinkie was strange, but he was known to do things like that occasionly so I let it pass. But then during the shoot out he had spent most of the time checking to see if I was alive, almost getting himself killed in the process. He seemed to be other protective of me, even more than normal, and it got to the point where everyone noticed. No one said anything, probably thinking it was connected to 'Our Thing', a subject everyone ignored, me and Deeks the most.
Once the case had been wrapped up, Hetty ordered us to go home and get some rest. I left quickly, not waiting for Deeks like I normally would.
After a normal day of work we'd get take out together and then watch a movie, but tonight I needed to clear my head.
I ditched my car and started jogging with no destination in mind. I just needed to think.
Me and Deeks had got really close recently. Really really close. We spent every minute of every day together and I loved it. But I also knew that I was falling for him; falling for him hard. I couldn't do that, our 'Thing' could never become something bigger, it just couldn't. But I couldn't distance myself from him either.
I need him.
I need Deeks just as much the air we breathe.
Looking around, I realise I've ran to the beach. I sit down on the soft golden sand and stare out at the beautiful ocean.
"Hey Princess," I feel him sit next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. I didn't even look his way, but I knew it was Deeks. No one else calls me Princess. No one else treats me like one either.
"Hey Deeks," I whisper, resting my head on his shoulder. The beach was all but deserted, the only sound being our breathing and the crashing of the waves.
"What are you doing out here Kens?" He whispers, reaching for my hand and intertwining our fingers.
"Thinking," I reply honestly.
"Wanna go back home? I've got take out," He offers after a few minutes of silence. Nodding, we get up and walk back to his car, our fingers still intertwined.
"What were you thinking about Princess?" He questions, starting the car.
"Lot's of things,"
"Name one thing then,"
