Here is the second and final installment of this story. I'm glad everyone likes it.

Kensi was silent for what seemed like forever to Deeks, yet she continued to hold his gaze. Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke.

"No, I'd be willing to bet that Sam and Callen aren't attracted to each other like you and I are."

Deeks nearly choked on air; Kensi had just admitted that she was attracted to him. He had been waiting to hear that since the first time they had worked together. He had wanted to hear it from the minute he met her.

"So...if I were to kiss you, would I get punched in the nose or shot in the groin?" he asked quietly.

Kensi swallowed hard. "Neither," she whispered.

Very slowly, Deeks leaned closer, and Kensi moved towards him. Finally, he closed the gap between them, and pressed his lips against hers. As soon as they touched, Kensi looped one arm around Deeks' neck, and he pulled her onto his lap. Kensi's hands trembled as Deeks pushed her hair out of her face and caressed her cheek with one hand.

"One thing," Kensi gasped when they broke apart for air.

"What?" Deeks wanted to know.

"You have to stop calling me Fern," she insisted.

Deeks didn't answer; instead, he pulled Kensi's face back to his and kissed her again, long and slow this time.

Later, Kensi and Deeks were lying on the sofa in each other's arms, neither one feeling the need to say very much. Kensi had her eyes closed as she snuggled close to Deeks' chest, and Deeks wore a happy, cheerful smirk on his handsome face.

"You know we can't tell anyone about this," he said, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Why not?" Kensi wanted to know, sitting up and looking down at her partner. "Or are you talking about the obvious?"

"Obvious?"

"Hetty finding out, of course," Kensi declared. "If she finds out, we're screwed."

"Really? Hm…"Deeks thought about that. "I got the impression that Hetty was a bit more of a matchmaker. I was a little bit more worried about Sam and Callen. I'm betting they'll kick my ass if they find out."

"They'll only kick your ass if you hurt me, and they'll have to get in line if you do that," Kensi laughed, punching her partner in the ribs playfully.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Deeks promised, tracing Kensi's features with his fingertips. He was completely serious, and she could see the sincerity written in his bright eyes.

"I know you aren't," she replied. "But seriously, I don't think we should advertise this to everyone," she added.

"Advertise what?" Deeks wanted to know.

"Our, you know, relationship," Kensi told him.

Deeks snorted. "I'm just trying to develop some trust. I'm not looking for a relationship with you Kensi. I certainly hope I didn't give you that impression."

For a moment, Kensi thought that Deeks was serious, but then she saw the amusement in his eyes.

"You're terrible!" she exclaimed, smacking his chest.

"But you do trust me, right?" Deeks asked her, grabbing her wrists in his hands and holding her tightly.

"Yes, I trust you, Marty," Kensi told him. "And I think I just might love you, too." She leaned down and pressed her lips to his.