"So not a gold Rolex?" Callen and Sam had been going back and forth all day.
"Still don't get it."
"Or a cool car?"
"It's more complicated than that, G."
"Sprinting through burning car debris wearing designer clothes to take down a bad guy?"
"Swagger." Sam nods.
"Swagger. Callen nods back.
Kensi walks into the area and leans against the pillar, looking at the duo on the couch and her partner, comfortably seated on the chair nearby.
"Bates said you swore off all female partners, is that true?" Kensi questions Deeks
"Well I don't really think of you in that sense of the word... I mean your clearly not a male, because you've got the..." he gestures to her body, more specificly her breasts, earning him a suspicious look from his partner. "haha, clearly..."
He composes himself, "I don't know, your Kensi."
"Oh, Okay... welcome home, I think." She walks away.
"No, no, no, that's not, that's not what I meant!" he's now raising his voice, calling after her, "I didn't mean it like that, It's supposed to be a compliment, because, females, well I would be... Come on! Kensi!" He turns and looks at Callen and Sam, "Can you please back me up on this?"
"Game is lookin" Callen starts.
"Game recognizes nothing." finishes Sam
The sound of a petite woman's footsteps can be heard passing by. "Hetty, please tell me you have advise for this."
"Haters gonna hate." is the only response she gives him.
Quoted from "The Debt" I don't own NCIS LA but this is my WHN from the episode. I've wanted to write this for a while now, and just haven't had the time.
The next few days go by without a hitch. Kensi's still a little upset at him, but he's not sure why. It's either from him lying or him kind of sorta saying she wasn't a girl.
He had meant that in a good way, but should have been watching his mouth just in case something slipped. He didn't, and of course it did.
They were just finishing up a case where he and Kensi had yet again, had to go undercover as a couple in a night club. She was wearing this sexy purple and black dress with heels that together made her legs look ten miles long.
He tries not to think about where her gun is, if he's only unable to see skin from the mid thigh to just above her breasts.
He's pretty sure she caught him googling at her though because the next thing he knows she's giving him an elbow in the arm.
They were supposed to be a couple going out to celebrate, what, they didn't know. They just know their suspects were known to hang out here on friday nights.
"Leave it to our suspects to hang out where everyone in Los Angeles seems to be tonight." Kensi remarks under her breath.
They were trying to make their way through the dancing mob. It was packed and he kept her close, holding either her hand or linking his arm through hers. She brushed it off as part of the cover.
God, why do I have to be partnered with the hottest agent in law enforcement?
He restrains himself from looking at her ass again as she leads the way in front of him. And he's glad he does.
She pulls him along and she slips a little on something on the floor. He's paying attention and grabs her before she goes down. She's leaning against his chest and quickly straightens her self up. Clearly embarrassed by the little slip up, literally. She goes to move away but the crowd pushes her towards him, and they end up standing, almost touching,
Okay, so I slipped, at least Deeks was there. It could have been a whole lot worse, we could have been wearing those stupid surveillance buttons and everyone would have seen me. Okay we have to keep going, we're barely inside the club... Woah hey, watch it jerk!
A man pushes past her causing her to spin into Deeks, they're almost touching and she can feel his breath on her neck. With these heels on, she was only about half an inch shorter than him. Looking into his eyes, her heart skips a beat.
Why did I just get that strange feeling. I don't have feelings for Deeks. He has pretty eyes and great hair. Anyone who doesn't agree is legally blind.
She opens her mouth to say something but nothing comes out, he seems to sense her uneasy state and takes the lead. Eventually they get to their corner booth where they can see the entire dance floor.
She reaches up and presses the button on her ear wig to connect her to ops.
"Hetty, we have a problem. Even if we do see the suspects come in, there's no possible way to get to them. We just now made it over to the booth."
"Sit tight Kensi, we're covering all exits, just let us know when he comes in and which door he goes out." She hears Callen's voice over the earpiece.
"Got it." She turns off the wig. They're not usually supposed to do that, but the way it echoed the noise of the club back to her was too much to handle. She sees Deeks do the same.
"Great. I hate playing the sitting and waiting part. It's like a stakeout."
"Hey, at least we're not in some smelly car living on fast food. And I wouldn't be sitting this close to you wearing that very, sexy dress." He says as he eyes her up and down. She's not sure if he's being serious or joking.
He said the dress was sexy. I even agree with that. Don't make a big deal out of it. You're partners.
They have to keep the act up, and in turn have to order drinks, which he learns Kensi is good at disposing.
They're not allowed to drink on the job. So when she's been fake sipping on it long enough, she dumps it into some lucky, overly drunk passer by's cup. He doesn't even notice it at first.
"Sneaky, I like it." he gives her a goofy grin and she rolls her eyes.
Why the hell can't she take a compliment! Okay so I joke around a lot, that doesn't mean I can't be serious sometimes.
She did accept the compliment he gave her after he was shot in the chest and he called her 'Wonder Woman'.
Finally, around two thirty am, they see their suspects enter and proceed to the bar.
"Callen, back left exit, coming out now." Kensi reports over the wig.
They hear a lot of indistinguishable noises, then finally, "We got them. The ops over, back to base."
They slide out of the booth and leave the club. He's not surprised when she pulls her hand away this time.
"We're not undercover anymore."
"So." he attempts to reach for her hand again, but stops. It won't be worth it. He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down at the ground as they walk out of the club.
Grrrrr... Why do I always have to be so mean to him. It's not like he did anything wrong. So what if he'd wanted to hold my hand until we got out. Nobody would have known and I wouldn't feel so guilty, I hate when he does this. He looks like some lost puppy with his tail between his legs.
They get into Callen's car and to do so, they have to crawl into the back seat. This is made very difficult by the fact that her dress barely covers her butt, and the other agents are all guys.
She manages to get in and has to sit uncomfortably close to Deeks. Callen had felt the need to bring a go bag with him tonight this took up about half of her seat and the seat beside her. She had to sit in the middle, which was uncomfortable in any vehicle, including this one.
She watches as Deeks climbs in and the look on his face when he realizes how close she's sitting, then seeing she can't move, he leans against the window. He knows she probably wants her space, they'd had to sit together all night and not argue, and one slip now, while they were in a confined space, could be catastrophic.
They both fall asleep on the ride home, and he's pleasantly surprised to find her leaning against him, using his shoulder as a pillow. It'd been a long day, and they'd still have to go inside and change, fill out a report, and then maybe get two hours of sleep before starting again.
The car is pulling up to Mission when he decides to wake her up. "Kensi." She doesn't budge, so he shifts a little and she just seems to get closer. Her warm body against his felt so good, but he had to end it before it got awkward. "Kensi, wake up." She sits up and he flinches as her hands immediately go to her upper thigh, where his suspicions of where her gun was were confirmed.
She just glances at him awkwardly then the mask is back. They climb out of the incredibly tiny back seat and wince as their tired muscles argue against them standing so abruptly. They'd only had to cross LA, but it'd taken nearly an hour, and that was after three hours, even though he'd enjoyed them, sitting next to his partner. Sam must've fallen asleep too, because he stretches and yawns as they get out and walk back inside. Kensi and Deeks grab their clothes and Kensi decides to just shower there. Sam and Callen convince Hetty that the reports will be better if the do them after they're well rested, and so it's just Kensi and Deeks there.
They shower in about the same amount of time and end up back in the bull pen.
"Sorry about earlier Deeks." he's not quite sure what she's apologizing for, but just shrugs. "I was just trying to get out of there."
"I know. I should have known. You're just really hard to work with sometimes, Sam and Callen don't ever understand it either, which doesn't help." He wishes he wouldn't have said that last part, knowing she'd take it the wrong way.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Oh yes, she was fuming mad. "I'm a great partner. Are you just saying you wish you'd been partnered with another guy? Well I'm just as good as any of them, better then most." She wasn't bragging, and they both knew that. She was one of the best agents of any gender.
"I think I should go now." He just slinks back, retreating out to his car. Hopefully she'll be over this in a few hours when we come back in.
Yeah, he should know better than that.