"Tequila makes me belligerent."
Deeks says, holding his hands up innocently as if this is a viable excuse for the fight he just started with the three-hundred pound boxer.
"Belligerent? How about 'suicidal'?" Kensi accuses, but she can't help smiling, because sometimes, Deeks and her are the same person.
"Hey." Deeks says, pretending to be offended. "I won." He tosses his hair out of his eyes and grins sideways at Kensi, being made taller by her four inch heels. She's in a short red dress too, and a black leather jacket that made men's heads turn. Its what she wanted (attention) so she cant complain.
He did win, and Kensi's able to admit it. She had enjoyed watching his quick moves as he ducked under the swinging fists of the man, the way his arms clenched when he swung his own hits. Callen and Sam had jumped in quickly, fists flying: Sam grabbing the boxer by the shoulders and Callen pulling Deeks back by one wrist.
And the fight was broken up.
Kensi had leaned against the bar, sipped her Scotch, and laughed. It turns her on when men get sweaty, and for once she sits one out just to watch them break bones and bleed.
But now they're walking from the near deserted bar to her car, which is three blocks down the street and behind an abandoned grocery store. The road is empty and the two of the street lamps are flickering eerily in the pre-dawn night, and Kensi can hear the honk of the cars from the to-far-away freeway.
Kensi feels the lingering feel of a smile in her cheeks, but she's tense. There is something dangerous in the air tonight. She can feel it deep in her bones, in the way Deeks' hand tenses around hers, in the way she loses sight of Callen and Sam, two blocks ahead, when the streetlamps shut off.
She pulls her gun from inside her thigh, but there's nowhere to aim it. Deeks drops her hand to pick up his own gun, and he leans one shoulder against her, as not to lose her in the darkness. She can feel the warm weight of him, through her jacket, and she presses back, if only to let him know she's still here.
They wait.
Shots ring out into the open emptiness of night. Kensi can hear the echo of the bullets as they bounce against the pavement and send sparks of light like fireworks against the cold ground. There's nothing to see but the shots the could soon end her life or Deeks, so she concentrates on sound.
There is the faint music of cars on the distant freeway, the light beat of tunes from the bar a block and a half behind them, the hiss of air as Deeks breathes beside her, and the hollow sound of bullets being emptied from chambers.
Kensi feels him fall before she sees the shadow drop beside her, before she hears his thud as his body hits the ground. There's no cover, so she ducks down beside his body and drops her gun in her panic.
Before she met him, she was never such an amateur. She never would have let a weapon leave her hand, never would have let down her defenses. Before him, she burned with a fear turned inside, she used to explode with a broken sort of emptiness. But now, now. Since Deeks, she laughs, she cries, she fears.
Breathe in, breathe out.
She feels for a pulse.
Sorry its so short. Review?