Authors note
Please note that English is not my native language. Sorry for the errors if there are any. Oh … reviews would be nice.
Disclaimer
I don't own NCIS Los Angeles or any of the wonderful characters we all know and love. Any other names and places are fictional. No friction intended.
Chapter one
It had to be a warehouse. She hates warehouses. They are the worst places to get into a gunfight in because you are such an easy target. As their suspect runs into the warehouse they all suspect that this is a setup but still they continue. Callen and Sam go in after the suspect while Kensi and Deeks find another entrance and hope to catch their suspect before he can escape.
Thing's do not go as planned. They are barely inside the door when the shooting starts and soon Callen and Sam are fighting for their lives. They manage to take cover behind some metal boxes, occasionally shooting back at any of the six men trying to kill them.
Kensi and Deeks both realize what is happening as they move silently towards the gunshots, taking out two of the men without much trouble. When the other mobsters notice there are more people inside the warehouse they split up. Callen shoots two of them and Sam shoots their suspect but the last one manages to hide.
They look for the last man and have almost given up hope when Deeks sees him sneaking up on Kensi with his gun aimed at her. Kensi has her back to the shooter and without thinking Deeks grabs her by the waist and pushes her against a stack of boxes, shielding her with his body while he raises his gun and fires two shots at the man.
Kensi hears three shots being fired and for a split second she thinks the third shot is from Sam's gun as he comes running towards them, but then she looks at Deeks. He still has his arm around her, his body pressing hers to the boxes, but there is pain in his eyes as he slowly falls to his knees.
"Oh God" she whispers and gets down on her knees in front of him. As she strips him of his Kevlar and pushes up his shirt to see if the bullet has gone through the vest, he is gasping for air, trying to catch his breath and groaning in pain with every new breath he takes.
"Not here Fern" he tells her with something resembling a grin on his face.
Trust him to get on her nerves at a time like this. He knows how she felt the last time he was shot. It nearly broke her heart.
At the moment she has no humor at all and has to stop her self from punching him in the arm for the remark. Instead she bends down and whispers in his ear: "You better not call me Fern when that time comes."
He would be laughing if he was physically able to but that will have to wait. Her words make him happy because they both know that that time is coming soon.
"Deeks, are you okay?" Callen asks and kneels down beside him. He is relieved when there is no blood and that the bullet is still stuck in his Kevlar.
"He's fine" Kensi answers irritably, looking at her partner lying on the warehouse floor. His shirt is still pulled up exposing his stomach and he looks a little like a child having a tantrum at the supermarket.
"Take him to the hospital to have an x-ray to make sure nothing is broken" Callen continues and looks at Kensi. "Sam and I will clean up here and see you at Freddie's tonight."
Hetty is convinced that having a good time together, away from the Mission and their daily routine, is necessary for the team moral. She has booked a table at Freddie's in advance for the evening. Of course they had been hoping for a slow day but you can't win them all.
After having spent most of the afternoon at the hospital Deeks is told that he has no broken ribs and no internal bleeding. There will be some bruising but otherwise he is fine.
He insists on coming to Freddie's and because Kensi feels she is in his debt, she offers to pick him up. It is absurd how many times he has saved her in the past year although she is not so sure she needed saving today. Deeks doesn't see it the same way, but that is just they way they are. Constantly bickering about the little things, but try to attack one or the other and they will stick together like glue.
On the way from the hospital they decide it makes more sense if he is the one picking her up because she needed more time to get ready. That is of course his opinion, not necessarily shared by her, but she's not in the mood to tell him otherwise so when they get to her place he takes her car home to get ready.
It turns out he is right after all because an hour later he is back at her place, sitting in her living room while she is finishing to get ready. His ribs hurt like hell when he makes sudden moves and laughing is probably not a good idea tonight, but he really doesn't want to be alone. Going to Freddie's will be fun and he can go home early if he feels like it.
"I need a little help here" she tells him as she comes from her bedroom, wearing a small black dress. "Can you zip me up? My nail polish isn't dry."
He is a little startled because although he was waiting for her to get ready, he had kind of relaxed and gotten comfortable in her sofa. The truth is, he would be happy just staying at home with her but they are not exactly a couple … yet.
He gets up and walks over to where she is standing and stops behind her. Their eyes lock for a moment in the mirror while he takes in her beauty. Her hair is flowing down her back, loose curls teasing his fingers as he zips up the dress.
"I like your dress" he tells her. "Hoping to get lucky tonight?" he asks.
She knows that he is flirting with her. He simply can't help it. To ask him to stop flirting would be like asking the stars not to shine. Besides, she likes it and sometimes she gives just as good as she gets.
"Perhaps, if the right man comes along" she tells him.
"What do you mean, if the right man comes along?" He pretends to be hurt. "Didn't Hetty tell you to stop looking, I am right here."
"You think she was referring to you?" she asks him as she turns to face him.
He pretends to be insulted. "That's it, I'm not taking you to Freddie's in that little thing" he says as he circles her waist with one hand while reaching up and unzipping the dress with the other. "I can't fend off the other guys in my condition. Go find some jeans and a frumpy sweater to wear."
"I'll fend them off my self, thank you" she tells him, running her hand down his chest. "I'll even take extra special care of you tonight, given your delicate condition. Now zip my dress up again, please."
He gives her one of his special looks and runs his fingers slowly down her spine before zipping the dress back up and letting go of her. He really wouldn't mind staying at home with her but she's all dressed up and looking so very nice that he can't ask her to skip dinner.
She reluctantly moves from his embrace and picks up a purple clutch bag matching her purple stilettos. She glances at their image in the mirror before they leave and is happy with what she sees. They really do look great together.
They take her car and Deeks drives them to Freddie's. They manage to be the last ones to arrive and every one is looking at them as they walk in. They can see Sam leaning into Callen, saying something, looking first at Kensi and then at Deeks, and then Callen nods and they both smile.
Deeks knows they are laughing at his expense but decides not to let it bother him. Sometimes he envy's them of the friendship they have, friendship he never had at the LAPD where he was more hated than loved.
He's not complaining. His partner is the best partner in the world, but she has her demons, just like he does. They may not have the same sort of friendship that Sam and Callen have, but they have something different and very special. He hopes that one day their friendship will be as solid as Sam's and Callen's. Until then he is happy with what they have now. And flirting seems to be their favorite thing these days.
He walks her to the bar, one hand on the small of her back, and orders bear for him self and a mojito for her. They are soon laughing with the others, listening to jokes and stories of how Deeks saved Kensi's life earlier that day, none of which are his version of what happened.
Kensi and Deeks stick together like glue. He keeps putting his hand protectively on her back and occasionally lets it slide a little too far down her butt. At one time she pays him back and slides her hand down to his butt, squeezing hard, making him laugh out loud and then groan in pain as his laughter makes his ribs hurt. None of their team mates can see what is happening because the two of them are standing at the end of the bar, but the two women that have been looking at Deeks' butt since they came in got the message.
Dinner is a success and is followed by some more drinking and karaoke, Hetty being the first one to take to the stage. Kensi refuses to take part but Deeks follows the rest of the team and when his time is up he serenades his partner with a little number to every ones amusement except hers.
Kensi's punishment for not taking part is drinking one straight shot of Tequila for every song the others sing, getting her dangerously drunk on her date with Senor Tequila. They are all getting rather drunk and the more Kensi drinks, the more frisky she becomes. Her hand keeps straying to Deeks' thigh under the table, going dangerously close to his crotch, making him grin like a fool and her giggle like a school girl.
Half of the fun the two of them are having is behaving like children, thinking that no one suspects what they are up to. The rest of the fun is knowing that at the end of the night they will go home together and do something about this sexual attraction they have been fighting for so long.
Shortly before midnight Nell decides she had enough. It comes as no surprise that Eric leaves at the same time and Hetty, Sam and Callen follow their example only ten minutes later, leaving only the very drunk Kensi and Deeks sitting at the table.
The others are barely out of the restaurant before their lips meet. He has been craving this kiss for a very long time and it feels every bit as good as he expected. "Your place or mine" he asked her between kisses.
"Yours" she answers and pulls away from him, ready to go there right now.
When they get to the exit Deeks realizes he has to pee. It may take some time to get a taxi and he will pee his pants if he doesn't go right now.
"Stay here, don't move" he tells her smiling as he works his way back to the men's room.
She has not felt this happy for a long time. She may be drunk (and that may be an understatement) but she knows in her heart that this is right. Deeks is her partner and her best friend and who better to have sex with than your best friend.
She closes her eyes and leans into the wall, waiting for him to come back. When she feels a hand on her shoulder she opens her eyes and smiles. At first she isn't sure that she is seeing what is actually in front of her. Senior Tequila may be playing tricks on her but the man standing in front of her is not Marty Deeks.
"Jack?" she asks questioningly.
"Kensi, thank god I found you" he replies and takes both her hands in his.
She is too stunned to think of anything to say and when he starts walking her out of Freddie's she just follows him without a word. There are a thousand emotions going through her right now and she is having trouble sorting through them. She can hear Jack talking but the words don't make any sense to her. When he tries to get her into his car she remembers that she is waiting for Deeks and that she is going home with him but Jack seems to have other plans.
When she finally manages to take in what is happening to her it is too late.