Long time reader, first time storyteller. I get inspired by music, it helps me to think creatively about situations for characters. Densi focused, obviously. Heard this song and this story immediately came to mind. Reviews and critiques are welcome. :)

You make me wana act like a girl/ paint my nails and wear high heals/ yes you/ but you make me so nervous but I just cant seem to hold your hand/ you make me glow but my cover up wont let it show/ so I put my defenses up cause I don't wana fall in love if I ever did that I think I would have a heart attack. - Demi Lovato, Heart Attack

Kensi and Nell slipped into the Mission, trying to get to the locker rooms without being noticed. Both had disheveled hair and wore the biggest sunglasses they could find at a moments notice, and the clothes they had left in last night.

"Well don't you two look like bright rays of sunshine?" Sam exclaimed gleefully as he spotted them. "How much fun did you have? Or more appropriately, how much did you drink?"

"We drank…. Everything." Nell answered, to which Kensi confirmed with only a grunt, turning to the locker room but finding her way was blocked by Deeks with that stupid grin on his face, she immediately turned around to head to her desk.

"Dang, girls, did you leave anything in this town for the rest of us?" came Deek's voice as he followed her around the corner into the bullpen. "So what did you end up doin? I got a few unreadable texts, which was so COOL at 2am by the way." he added with a hint of annoyance and amusement looking at Kensi. It wasn't often that she was the focus of everyone's attention in the bullpen and he intended to take full advantage of it.

Kensi ignored him as she threw her classes on her desk, put her hands to her temples and plopped herself down in her chair, trying to sort out flashes of memories as they were coming back to her.

"We started at the Monster truck rally, then hit up a club for a while and ended up at my place, I think." Nell, in monotone voice, as she leaned against Kensi's desk. She figured Kensi needed her moral support. The guys tended to be harder on her anyway. When Kensi didn't answer, she cut in, "All i remember is that there was definitely loud music, dancing, and copious amounts of alcohol."

Deeks scrunched up his face in fake indignation,"Hey now, I'm starting to feel a little jealous here, Fern, why didn't you ask me to come along?"

At this, Kensi looked up at her partner, raised an eyebrow, which she immediately regretted as that only added to her headache. Giving up on the facial expressions, she laid her head on her arms on the desk.

She muffled into her arms, "I thought the words 'girls night only' were very clear," then raised her head to look at him, with a devilish glint in her eyes, "or is there something you've been holding out on us?"

"Ha! Yeah, I'm all man honey, just let me know if you want to examine me in private. All I ask is that you be gentle." He winked.

Through the serious hangover headache, she wondered why she had decided to drink everything in sight. Oh yeah, yesterday, she walked in on Deeks and Callen arguing over their pick up styles. She was able to hold her tongue and concentrate on her work just fine until she heard Deeks' voice "…no woman can resist this. Isn't that right KiKi?" Now admittedly he joked about this kind of thing regularly, even using her as an involuntary wingman on occasion, but something inside her on this occasion snapped. If he felt the need to brag about his conquests at work, she had no problem going out and enjoying herself too. With out him. It probably had something to do with that nickname. Out of all the ones he used she despised it the most, for some reason.

"No Deeks it is not. Speaking for all female kind, some of us still have the power of logical thought in your presence. NEEEELL? ! " she yelled up to Ops. Within seconds a little pixie of a redhead could be seen bobbing out the Ops door and down the stairs. "You have any plans tonight? We should do something." Kensi asked, not bothered to wait for Nell to respond, all the while looking at Deeks with a mixture of definance and not so subtle hint of daring. "Umm sure Kensi, but that's not only reason why I came down, we got a case and you're all need up to Ops now."

Luckily it was a task for Callen and Sam, as it pertained to one of their undercover identities, the highway patrol ones to be exact, much to Deeks' utter disappointment. As they received their assignment and marched out, Deeks and Kensi filed down the stairs to their respective desks to complete a number of post op reports that were way over due.

The life of an undercover operative was 10% excitement and 90% monotony such as this. Kensi kept her eyes glued to her desk and computer for the rest of the day, occasionally allowing her mind to wander on her partner, whether he really hooked up as much as he said he did and what a date with him must be like. Every time though the uncomfortableness of those thoughts, not to mention the lump of sadness that clung to the back to her throat, brought her back to the task at hand. By 5 o clock, she and Nell had settled on that evening's activities, via text of course, partially to keep Deeks in suspense because she knew it drove him nuts when she refused to give up the information about her life outside of the job. On the other hand, she figured that she and Nell were long overdue for a night out anyway, and if it happened to piss off Deeks, great.

In spite of the pain it caused, Kensi smiled a little, remembering how Deeks pestered her to no end about what she and Nell were going to do. The partners had spent at least three nights a week for the past few months at each others' apartments, enjoying beer, ice cream, and take out with the occasional movie or tv show marathon. They were supposed to do that again last night, but rather than using her normal tactic to punish him when he pissed her off, punching obviously, she decided that switching up her routine with the hope that it would help him finally get a clue.

It did not.

Typical.

The Monster truck rally was pretty good, she recalled, but it was the events after she was having trouble remembering at the moment. Absent-mindly she started rummaging in her purse for her cell, ignoring the continued ridicule being hurled her way from Sam and Deeks about their attire and demeanor. She raised her voice to interrupt them, "Could somebody call my phone, I can't seem to find it."

"I don't doubt that, Kens. You could lose a baby in that thing you call a purse." Joked Deeks as he was the first to whip out his cell phone.

"Hey Kens, I am remembering something,…. Maybe you should let me call it." Nell tried to hastily get out but was too late… Suddenly, a muffled song started playing in Kensi's lap…

You me wana act like a girl/ paint my nails and wear high heals/ yes you/ but make me so nervous but I just cant seem to hold your hand/ you make me glow but my cover up wont let it show/ so I put my defenses up cause I don't wana fall in love if I ever did that I think I would have a heart aaaaaaaaaaatttack.

Refusing to look up, she located her phone and hastily took out the battery. This is officially the worst day ever.

Deeks tilted his head to the side, his bright blue eye gaze focused at his partner, with an amused smirk forming in the corners of his mouth. Sam doubled over, shaking with laughter. He just couldn't help himself.

Memories of the night came flashing back to Kensi all at once. The club they went to, all the amorous guys clamoring for her attention, the darkness, loud music that vibrated through her body, but the only face she kept seeing was her partner's. Hence all the drinking. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

"Ill be in the gym," she muttered under her breath as she brushed by Sam and Deeks with out a glancing back. Sam was clutching the desk for support as he was still shaking with laughter. Deeks didn't take his eyes off of her until she rounded the corner. Nell proceeded to run up the steps back to Ops, with the hope that she would not be followed by Deeks' inquisitive presence. Fat chance of that, she thought as she walked through the doors.

After a few beats he needed to process what had just taken place, he bounded up the stairs, calling after Nell. He figured that Kensi was too sensitive to tell him what happened that night, plus he was in no mood to have his genitals ripped from his body. But Nell, he assumed, would need little prodding to reveal what happened between the two of them last night.