AN: This is, as you wished, the light version of "Daddy knows best", it is not as emotional and takes another road, but bases on the same problem.

If you don't kow the story, you should go back to my profile and read "Daddy knows best" :-)
I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did writing it.

Oh, how she hated being the bait!

She didn't spend years of training having to be better than her male collegues, just to end up in a tight dress that didn't even cover her butt properly to get the job done.

Kensi sighed and leaned against the dirty wall.

The normally abandoned and dark alley bustled with Officers, Agents and Medics bringing people out of the filthy bar Hetty's team had just busted.
Well, the drug-ring in it had been busted, but with how everything had turned out, the bar would be closed for good before the sun rose.

Which would be in a few hours as Kensi felt in her tired and worn bones.

An Officer brushed against her, turning his head as he lead a suspect out. Maybe he wanted ot apologize, maybe he wanted to bluff, but all he did was gape at her.

Kensi scoffed. Hiding a little smile of amusement she watched as he tripped and almost brought the suspect down with him.

Before long, Callen and Sam stood beside a police car, arguing where the interrogations should take place. The precinct or the boatshed.

Kensi just closed her eyes, relieved that her part was over. Deeks and her had just to play a couple, Callen and Sam were in charge. The Senior-Agents could fight out that war by themselves.

Suddenly she felt a presence in front of her.
Her partner was standing there, having closed and sealed the backdoor to the bar, and was now staring at her.

"Staring was over half an hour ago, Deeks. Now you can return to be my partner."

Sure, being an undercover-couple had meant more than staring, she recalled as a shiver ran down her spine when she thought about all the little touches, both innocent and seductive ones.

Deeks, however, seemed to misinterpret her shiver and took a step towards her, rubbing her bare arms in an attempt to warm her up.

"Don't," she whispered hoarsly. The heat rushing throught her veins and especially her belly was nothing that should feel right.

He was her partner, she would have to work with him.
Also this was not how she had dreamed about this happening.

"Don't what?" He asked confused, never taking his eyes off her face.

She groaned, "Don't be so blind Deeks." She could have just taken his hand away, gone to her car and driven home to her own bed.

But she couldn't. His hand, his whole body, held some kind of spell over her. She was not sure how much longer she would be able to resist him.

His ministrations stopped.

Before she could sigh in relief, he leaned in, making her feel his hot breath on her cheek as he whispered into her ear.

"Maybe I need to be blind to feel."

Instead of pulling away and grinning, like he always did when he made a joke, he trailed a line of feather light kisses down her jaw.

"Or maybe I don't want to open my eyes," he whispered against her lips before brushing them with his.

Kensi responded immediately. With a force neither was prepared for, she kissed him back, putting her arm over his shoulder to draw him closer.

As hands found skin under hastly pushed-away and pulled- aside clothes, thoughts were discarded, thrown away for the moment.

She bit down on his shoulder as the white lights behind her eyelids and the unbelievable heat throughout her body swamped her away.

Before both of her feet touched the ground again, she listened to the only sound in the abandoned alley.

Hers and Deeks' pants mingled in the night-air with the distant sounds of their collegues.

The reality washed away the last remnants of what she had been feeling seconds ago.

Regret and guilt overcame her. This shouldn't have happened. And definitely not in a place like this. For so long she was able to fight it. At either of their places, in a warm bed, at the beach. So many opportunities she had had and she was able to resist and instead focus on the task at hand.

And now? Now she had screwed up.

She straightened her dress and tried to get her breathing under control while avoiding to look at her partner.
If she saw his eyes now- after what they'd just done- she would never be able to look at him again.
She had fought too hard to not work with him together properly.

He was her partner, she needed to remind herself.

But for sure, their friendship was down and under. Six feet at least.

Clearing her thoat, she stepped away, not looking back as she said, "This never happened."
u-_-u