Through her mind

In the last stretch of my matric exams, I suddenly feel like writing again in the first time since I-don't-know-when.

Summary: Non-specific time-wise, since NCIS: LA is currently on hiatus (not to mention horrendously behind) in SA. Deeks is undercover on an op, without Kensi – what goes through her mind.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: Los Angeles or any of the characters. Just borrowing.

That idiot.

That idiot!

What the hell as he thinking?! What kind of messed-up logic, what kind of pea-sized brain, must a human being possess to openly flirt with the head gangster's girl, practically in front of said head gangster?

Well not necessarily in front of him… But with a gangster, in the same room is definitely still a very dangerous sphere!

Her fists were clenching against the tight denim of the jeans as she sat in Ops, staring at the video feed transmitting from the cam on Deeks, of the bleach-blonde Jersey-import giggling coquettishly.

The gang, well-known for the smuggling of illegal weapons in general, was mentioned in some recent chatter was now under investigation for distribution to terrorist groups. Deeks, quite incidentally, had dealt with the head gangster, Richard Santos, briefly before during one of his previous LAPD-ops. Since his alias remained intact, he was the obvious choice to infiltrate the operation. She still doesn't understand the logic of sending him in alone, with her only watching in Ops.

Maybe there was something in the water, since illogical actions seemed to be the order of the day.

She tried to ignore the grin – nope, it was too smug for a grin. She tried to ignore the smirk of Callen behind her as she felt the heat rise up in to her face as the girlfriend, Shelly, ran one long, bright red nail up Deeks' arm and towards his shoulder to hang on him like a ragdoll.

"You know, Ricky's only ever said great things about you. Even last year, he was always on about how bright your future is… Was shattered when you disappeared off the scenes, said it was a real loss of potential. You planning on staying in LA this time?" Shelly drawled.

"Indefinitely, I hope." She heard Deeks reply, his voice filled with a certain heated focus that made her want to rip something. Possibly one of his limbs off of his body.

"Then I guess you'll be here a while with us." Her lips, thick with gloss, spread into a slow smile, and her eyes went up and down like a jungle cat eyeing her prey.

Eric whistled. "Deeks really got this one, hook, line and sinker."

"Sure does. Huh, Kensi?" Sam asked, and she could hear the smirk without looking behind her. She could tell he was looking at Callen too, joining in the mockery.

But despite what they thought, she wasn't jealous – no way. Please. Just the thought was ridiculous. And absurd.

Deeks is her partner; her colleague. Nothing more. Well, maybe… They're friends, right? They're close friends. They share the odd night eating pizza and drinking beer together, and there was that time they fell asleep on the couch together and she woke up wrapped around him like a pretzel... But that's human, right? Looking for heat when sleeping? It's totally innocent and friendly and completely...

Whatever.

The only reason her fists were clenched right now and her knuckles were turning white, was… partnerly concern. For his safety and such. Because of the aforementioned dangers of practically mating with a gangster's girlfriend with the gangster so close by.

"So how long have you and Richard been together?" Deeks asked, bringing her back to reality from her flurry of her thoughts.

"Few years." The blonde said nonchalantly, leaning back over the bar with a calculated casualness, revealing her cleavage to him and, by implication, the camera. "But he goes away a lot, for business. He's going away again this week. Leaving Wednesday for a week. Won't let me go along though. Imma be pretty lonely." She purred and pouted.

"Keep at it Deeks, find out where he's going..." Eric said into the mic.

Deeks dragged in a breath, his next charm-laden reply certainly on the tip of his tongue. Kensi bit her tongue to keep a snarky comment from escaping.

"Baby." Before Deeks could speak, the grating, smoker's voice of Richard Santos was heard and as he turned the man's slight form came into sight. "I see you two are getting acquainted."

He spoke with the unthreatened confidence of a man certain of his dominance and control. Falsely so, but nevertheless.

"Yeah, I was just introducing him to some of the… inner workings and such." Undeterred and with a velvety voice, Shelly threw herself over her boyfriend.

"Got yourself quite the charmer here. Sharp as a tack too. You're a lucky man." Deeks said in an easy and respectful tone, somehow relieving any of the possible tension in that effortless way of his.

Kensi couldn't resist rolling her eyes at his choice of compliments, though.

"I sure am. But we should get goin', hun. Use the time we got before I'm off."

Game on.

"Yeah, I hear you're going to be away. Anywhere in particular?"

With just one brief, conflicted glance, Richard decided Deeks was trustworthy enough to share a (seemingly) unimportant detail. "Mexico. Just some clients from overseas that don't wanna discuss their business within borders. And don't really care for customs."

Deeks nodded. "Well then, I guess this'll be goodbye for now then. Enjoy the mohitos... I'll see you around." A charming smile, a handshake, and Richard and his Shelly left wrapped around each other, the blonde glancing back to wink lustily one last time.

A few beats passed as Deeks watched the two disappear into the crowd and away, and he leaned against the bar. "Got all that?" He murmured into the com.

"We did. Very well done, Mister Deeks. We'll see you back in Ops in a while." Hetty said.

Fuming for no apparent reason, Kensi promptly got up and stormed to the gym to give the punching bag a piece of her mind.

X

The sweat was pouring down her face as she continually slammed the bag with her fists.

"You okay there, Kens?"

She would've jumped at the sound of his voice, if she hadn't taught herself to not show shock long ago.

"Peachy." She said, her breath coming in pants.

"You sure?"

She slowed her punches and eventually stopped, hanging against the bag with her forehead resting against it.

"Yeah. I'm sure."

She turned to see him leaning against the wall of the gym, still wearing the outfit of his alias, a button-down of an almost shiny fabric, buttoned way too low. It was cheesy and not very Deeks, but the glimpses of tan skin it revealed certainly wasn't helping her current confused state of mind. He had that infuriating smile on his face, and that mischievous glint, that told her that, if he hadn't known from her silence over the com during the op, or from the guys' teasing, they've now told him about her reaction to his flirting with Shelly. And he was damned smug about it.

He raised an eyebrow, catching her staring. As a reply, she turned away from him towards the bag, and threw him an insult. "You look like an idiot. That shirt is ridiculous."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I know. But Shelly seemed to like it, so I guess it filled its purpose."

She said nothing, but the increased speed and force behind her punches said more than enough.

"Not that it matters. She's not my type anyway. I guess I've always had a thing for brunettes."

After a few seconds of silence from her, he realized she wasn't going to reply in this state. After a while, she heard his footsteps fading as he left the gym.

Honestly she doesn't know what was running through her mind.

She, Agent Kensi Blye, jealous and irrefutably in love with her partner.

First time writing in a long time. Please be kind and review.

Much love, Zanny