THIS ISN'T MY IDEA, A REVIEWER ASKED ME TO DO IT. I FINALLY FOUND TIME TONIGHT. THIS'LL PROBABLY BE A ONESHOT.
DON'T OWN IT.
Deeks stared in the mirror, horrified. "Oh my god…" He muttered. He ran into his bedroom and grabbed his phone, and hit speed dial 1 -Kensi's number. She picked up on the third ring.
"What?"
"I have a crisis!" Deeks yelled in a high-pitched voice.
"Ok, I'll be there in 5." With that, she hung up.
True to her word, Kensi was there in 5 minutes, and Deeks was anxiously waiting at the door. As she brought her hand up to knock, Deeks opened it
"You don't look like you're having a crisis." Kensi inspected him.
"Kensi, I have a-" Deeks' voice broke. "I'm sorry." He muttered.
"You have a what, Deeks?" Kensi asked impatiently.
"A grey hair." He whispered hoarsely.
"Oh my god, you horrible person!" Kensi said sarcastically, eye rolling to match. "I will never be able to look at you again!"
"I know I'm overreacting, it's just I've never died my hair, and I'm going to have to start. God, Kensi, I was such a hottie, and now I'm old and ugly."
"Where is it?" Kensi asked.
"Right here." Deeks pointed to it.
"Now kneel." She commanded. He did as told. She found the hair and yanked it out.
"Ow!" Deeks yelped.
"Problem solved." Kensi smiled.
"We're going to have to start making weekly appointments." Deeks said, following her out the door.
I KNOW IT'S VERY SHORT, BUT I JUST DIDN'T KNOW WHERE TO GO WITH IT. I MIGHT ADD ANOTHER CHAPTER IF I GET SOME GOOD IDEAS FROM YOU GUYS, BUT OTHERWISE IT'LL STAY A ONE-SHOT.