It was late that evening at the NCIS headquarters. Callen, Sam, Mel, Erik, and Heddy had already left. It was just Kenzie and Deeks. "Hey Kenzie, you wanna grab a beer or something?"
"Umm, sure why not," she said a bit baffled as to why, but none the less "where are we going?"
"I was thinking, maybe, my place. Or yours, either way is fine with me." She finished getting her stuff together when he said that. Color rose up to her face, painting a brilliant shade of red across her cheeks.
"Oh! That sounded weird." He said, realizing how weird it really did sound. "I didn't mean…."
"It's fine Deeks. To my place we go."
"Ok, I'll meet you there."
"All right then."
Neither one of them could believe what was happening. Deiks never thought he was ever going to get any kind of yes from her ever. He couldn't quit grasp the fact that he was going to Kenzie's house, or why he was so happy that he gets spend some none work related time with her.
When they got to Kenzie's house it was already dark. Deeks noted that she was on edge; he thought about asking but thought better of it. Something in the way she held her self told him to keep his mouth shut until they got inside.
Her apartment was very neat, well decorated too, kind of modern but definitely well kept, of course.
"This is where you live?" He didn't know why he asked that, it just kind of slip out.
"Yah, is that hard to believe?"
"Ha!" He said, with a sarcastic twinge to his voice, "not at all."
"What is that supposed to mean?" She asked a bit irked.
"Nothing I just didn't imagine it like this that's all."
"What do you want to drink?" She asks while reaching for an asortmant of drinks at the bottom of her fridge. Almost as soon as she bent down his eyes drifted toward her butt. She felt the weight of his eyes on her, and stood up fast and turned around with the drinks. There was vodka, gin, bourbon, whiskey, beer, tequila, even hard liquor.
"I'll just have beer, thank you."
"Here you go," handing him his beer, "and vodka for me."
"Wow," His voice dripping with sarcasm, "are you trying to get drunk?"
"No!" her words were supposed to come what sounding strong and confident as usual but instead they came out more like a yelp, "I always have a glass of vodka after work."
"I see…" there was a smile playing around his lips just taunting her.
"You know what, when you finish that beer let's take shots, and I'll prove I have a high tolerance for alcohol since you obviously don't believe me!" she said it in the same taunting manner as he had.
"Oh you're on! May the best man win!"
"You did not just say that," She said with pretend anger, "you are going down my friend!"
As he finished his drink she got up to get the shot glasses out of the cabinet. There was already bourbon on the table, so she slammed the shot glasses on the table. She poured, they drank, he poured, they drank, she poured, and they drank.
It carried on like that far into the night. They got so drunk they couldn't even walk. Somehow they ended up lounging on her bed talking.
"You are sooooo cool, did you know that, you can drink a lot!" Deeks was so wasted he forgot to turn on the lights when they got to the room. They were in complete darkness.
"You… you are in my house… and so am I. Is that weird?"
"Nooooo it can't be, can it?" he was truly puzzled.
"Have I ever told you that you smell reeealy good?"
"Nope, nope, nope you haven't."
"Well then… you smell juuust lovely."
The alcohol was starting to settle in and take over completely, when they looked at each other and had the same thought.
She thought he looked like he was going to kiss her, and he thought he was going to kiss her.
He leaned in close, gently nudged her face up at his. He softly started to kiss her, she kissed him back. It was soft at the beginning, but then he pushed harder and it became more passionate.
He whispered something softly in her ear just before it fell darker in their minds and it all slipped away into the smell of alcohol.