Life, Lies and Video Surveillance
By Cortexikid
Chapter 1: Flaxen
A/N: Hi guys! So, after the overwhelming overnight response (reviews, faves and alerts - I'm over the moon) to my first ever Densi fic, I have been inspired to engage in another one of my favourite writing activities (one I've yet to tackle) the 'Word Of The Day.' So, without further ado, I give you the first word (which was scarily fitting) hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Neither I nor my doppelganger in the other universe owns NCIS: Los Angeles. (Bad Fringe Reference is Bad!)
WOTD: FLAXEN; adj. Made of or resembling flax. Having the pale grayish-yellow colour of flax fibre
"Is it 'cause I'm blond?"
"What?"
"You seem to have a natural aggression towards blondes."
"No Deeks, I just have a natural aggression towards you."
Deeks groaned and slapped a palm to his chest, feigning pain.
"Oh partner how you wound me!"
Kensi rolled her eyes at her partner's melodramatic movements, heaving a sigh and looking back through her binoculars. They had been on a two-day stake-out and really, was the universe plotting against her? Two whole days trapped in a small space with none other than Marty Frickin' Deeks?
"'C'mon Kens, don't go quiet on me now..."
That received another eye-roll. Maybe she'd talk more if she could get a word in edge-wise. The last four hours had been a constant stream of consciousness from the flaxen-haired, scruffy-faced Detective. She now knew his favourite TV show, his opinion on cat-people and his objections against what Sam and Callen affectionately call his 'stoner look.'
"Kens! Don't leave me hangin' here..."
Heaving what felt like the millionth sigh in the space of fifteen minutes, Kensi put down the binoculars on the dashboard, keeping the audio device in place and turned to look at her partner.
"Why do you get to say I'm not your type, but when I do the same to you, you throw a tantrum?"
"Because I'm adorable," he replied, not missing a beat, a beaming smile breaking out onto his face as she smacked his shoulder with the back of her hand.
"Yeah, well, you're not...my type I mean."
"But I am adorable?"
"Deeks!"
"What?"
Silence fell between the two as Kensi gaped at him and Deeks winked at her. She knew this was a bad idea as soon as Callen suggested that they sit on the prime suspect while he and Sam chased down other leads. Yes, after over two years she was well used to her partner, but still, this was pure Deeks overload...and she couldn't decide how she felt about it.
"You're just not my type Deeks...get over it," she sniped, feigning irritation.
"Oh Kensi, your lips say no, no, but your knees say yes, yes!" Deeks grinned, donning an atrocious fake French accent. It was even worse than his half Jack Sparrow – half Mary Poppins English accent. Kensi grimaced on behalf of France and all its inhabitants.
"My knees?" she asked, a frown creasing her eyebrows. Sometimes, Deeks just confused the hell outta her.
"They're angled towards me."
There was another beat of silence as his words washed over her. Looking down, she studied her seating position and realized that her knees were indeed angled towards him, along with the rest of her body. But what the hell had that to do with anything?
"So?" she grumbled, biting her lip and dreading his answer.
"Well, according to many body language experts, if a person angles their feet and knees in your direction it is a non-verbal sign that they want to do the horizontal tango with you," he stated matter-of-factly, a smug smirk ever present on his face.
"And you call me Wikipedia?"
"You may tease Fern, but it is a widely known fact."
"Not that widely. And for your information, I'm sitting like this because it's easiest to get a good look through the window. Not because I wanna do the horizontal mambo with you."
"Tango."
"Whatever. I don't wanna do any kind of dance with you."
Deeks laughed and shook his head, picking up the binoculars and leaning over so much that he was a mere inch from Kensi's face. Kensi in turn, fought the urge to edge ever so slightly closer, grimacing as a familiar heat low in her stomach began its usual flare and her pulse picked up speed. Damn that blond bastard!
"Humm...I don't know Kens, this isn't the best angle..." he trailed off, the two of them letting the silence seep in between them. He all the while ignoring her sweet and intoxicating scent as she disregarded how the sunshine perfectly illuminated his messy golden locks.
This was her life now. And his too. Stake-outs and four-hour conversations about nothing and not-so-subtle flirting and a couple of kick-ass fire-fights in between.
And she wouldn't change it for the world...
Neither would he.
A/N: So, one down and an indecipherable amount still to come! I really have no idea how long this is going to be but I'm gonna try to get one done each day (of all different lengths) for the foreseeable future =] Reviews are lovely!
Feel free to submit a word you want me to write about. The weirder the better! =]
~Cortexikid