How did Kensi know that the vending machine at Deeks' favorite bar had flavor condoms?

Kensi had the strong urge to shoot something. Not something, someone. Specifically, her date. Well, he was supposed to be her date. But he called at the last minute, cancelling. And it was last minute, because Kensi was just on her way to meet him at the club.

So there she was, on a Friday night, all dressed up and no place to go. Kensi knew she could go out by herself and have a good time, but she really wasn't in the mood to go out alone.

With a sigh, she started towards her room to change when her phone went off. She looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Deeks.

"Deeks, what is it?"

"Well, hello to you too, Fern."

"What have I told you about calling me Fern?"

"Just that you love it and that it turns you on when you hear me say it." Her partner teased.

Kensi snorted. "In your dreams. And I will only ask you one more time, what do you want?"

Deeks sighed over the phone. "I need your help."

That got Kensi attention. "What, what's wrong?"

"I'm at my favorite bar and there is a woman here-" Deeks started to explain, but Kensi cut him off.

"Deeks, I will not be your wing man. You remember how well that worked with the yoga bunnies."

"I don't want a wing man, I want you to save me! She's nuts and won't leave me alone and all I want is a drink and-shit, here she comes." Deeks ended the phone call suddenly.

Kensi looked at her phone and thought for a moment. If she did this, Deeks would owe her. Plus, she really did want to go out.

Making her decision, Kensi grabbed her clutch and headed out the door.

God, Kensi, where are you? Deeks thought as he tried to ignore the tiny blonde next to him. When Shelly first came up to him, he was all for flirting with her. But after a minute of talking to her, he could tell she was nuts and nothing he said would make her go away. He took a swallow of his drink. If this continues, he would need more alcohol.

"Wanna dance?" Shelly suddenly asked.

Deeks sighed. "No, Shelly. I think you are nice and all but honestly, you aren't my type."

"And what would your type be?"

"Well-" Deeks started to reply, but he was cut off by a voice behind him.

"His type would be me." Deeks turned around and almost fell off the stool. There, looking unbelievably hot in a little black dress, was Agent Kensi Blye, there to save his ass.

"Hey, Princess." He said with a slight smirk. "You're late."

Kensi walked over and gave Deeks a small peck on the cheek. "Sorry, it took me forever to get out of work. And then I couldn't decide on what to wear." She apologized as she took a seat next to Deeks.

"Well, you look amazing. And don't worry about being late, Shelly here was entertaining me."

Kensi turned to Shelly and gave her a look. "Well, she can return to her night now, since I am here." Anyone could tell that Kensi was giving Shelly the brush off. Shelly took the hint and went to the opposite end of the bar.

Deeks looked at Kensi. "Thank you."

Kensi motioned to the bartender for a drink. "You owe me."

"Anything."

"Box of Twinkies all to myself, no stealing."

"Done."

Kensi was a little taken aback at his willingness to be an enabler to her "sugar addiction" (as he so calls it). She decided to add to it. "And.." as she thought for a moment, Deeks jumped in to help her out.

"A pony? A donut named after you? Flavor condoms?"

"Flavor condoms? Really?"

Deeks shrugged. "They sell them in the vending machine."

Kensi was about to reply but Deeks stopped her. "I don't think Shelly bought you as my girlfriend."
"What makes you say that?"

"Because she is watching us like a hawk."

Kensi smiled slightly. "Well, let's give her something she believes." Kensi said as she moved closer to Deeks. She then nuzzled Deeks' neck.

"Kensi," Deeks voice cracked a little as he said her name "what are you doing?"

Kensi kissed her way up to Deeks' ear. "If you tell anyone about this, I will use you as target practice." She whispered. Deeks had to suppress a shiver. Whether it was from the kisses or the threat, he had no idea. And all ability to think ceased when Kensi kissed him.

It was everything Deeks had ever dreamed of. And if he wanted to be honest with himself, he dreamed of it often.

Before he could do anything, Kensi broke the kiss off. "Think she bought that?" She asked, her face centimeters away from his.

"Huh?"

Kensi just smiled. She moved away to grab her drink. She took a sip and then looked at Deeks. "So tell me- why does the vending machine have flavor condoms?"

I have some more ideas that I might do. Guess it depends how this one does. Feel free to review.