With the swift, confident movements of an NCIS agent of many years, Kensi Blye made her way down the shadowy corridor. Every step was measured and precise, as she carefully stole forward across the smooth, cool hardwood floor.
She was a woman on a mission, and she did not intend to let anything get in its way. The stakes were too high here..
It had to succeed, at all costs. The mere thought of failing to complete the mission sent a shiver up her spine.
On the other hand, though, Kensi reminded herself, pausing to check around a corner, there were a few things in her favor: Firstly, she had detailed intel on all the security measures in the room that held the package. On top of that, she also knew the patrol patterns of the on site guard force. That still didn't mean this would go off without a hitch, but if Kensi was quick and quiet about it, she knew she could still recover the package and get out of there in one piece.
Fast and quiet was the way to go.
" So far, so Sam Fisher " Kensi whispered, as she finally made it to the package room. She'd made it all the way through the building without encountering anyone, and had yet to trip any kind of alarm. Things were going well…
All that was left to do was get inside, grab that package, and get out here. With a final check around to make sure body was coming, Kensi slipped across the threshold into the room. It was deathly quiet, lit only by the shafts of moonlight coming in through the windows. The pale glow made the place seem like it had been empty for longer than it had been.
More importantly, though, pressed up against the far wall…was the safe. Ripe for the taking.
At last…
A small, satisfied smile on her face, Kensi moved loved it when a plan came together…
The safe was shut tight, but Kensi knew exactly how to open it. Rubbing her palms together, she reached out, touched it….
Click…
All of a sudden, bright white light filled the room, and a familiar voice cried out…
" Kensi ! Agh, not again, you fridge raiding, Mocha Locca hyena ! We talked about this..!"
Kensi cursed silently, hand still around the fridge's door handle. Damn it. She'd failed. Completley, utterly failed. Denied her beloved, precious, dear Mocha Locca…! And so close to getting away with it, too !
" Oh ! Deeks ! …I was only.."
…..
" I mean….."
Yeah, even she had to admit that she wasn't going to talk her way out of this one..
Feeling a little sheepish now, she let go of the handle, and turned around to find her fiancee standing in the doorway, clad in shorts and a LA Kings t-shirt. He seemed rather miffed…but mostly somewhat horrified.
" Oh Kens..", He bemoaned, " You weren't actually going to…"
" Steal your….no ! Of Course…not. I'd never want to do that again. "
Deeks glanced over at the slightly-open fridge door, then back to her.
" Kens..." He didn't sound so upset now, but still...
Caught red handed, and now truly remorseful, Kensi did the only thing she felt she could: She rushed over to Deeks, and before the Mocha Locca deprived LAPD/NCIS liaison could do or say anything else…
Kensi kissed him deeply.