On this chilly night in Los Angeles, outside of a bar named 'The Hangout' stood Kensi Blye, an NCIS Special Agent. But tonight she would leave Kensi behind and become Tracy Donald, an Art curator.
Being a Special Agent required you to have a few cover stories down your sleeve, Tracy was the one Kensi used socially, when she was out there going on first dates as was the case tonight.
She was supposed to meet David, a tall dark and handsome man she had randomly met during one of her morning run to her favorite bakery where they had the most amazing donuts! He had been wearing a suit at the time, and judging from the card he had given her, he was a real estate agent, so when she entered the bar they were meeting at, she would be lying if she said she wasn't surprised that he had decided to take her to a rather shady bar instead of a nice little restaurant.
She took a seat at the bar after scanning the room and not seeing David yet. Checking the time she saw that he was 10 minutes late. She hadn't been on time herself but since she was the first one there it didn't count, by thus she had a right to be annoyed. She decided to wait before ordering herself a drink, a free beer from her date would be a good enough apology for Kensi.
Taping her fingers on the counter, she looked around the place, taking it in. A couple of screens were on, showing a Lakers game, men were cheering and wooing their team, others were gathered around the pool tables, attracting bimbos, their own cheerleaders, for the night, most likely. Kensi felt overdressed in her favorite pair of jeans and a black silk blouse, her hair down, wavy. Nothing too fancy of course, but compared to the other women around, she clearly wasn't showing enough skin.
Her phone vibrating against her leg interrupted her wandering eyes. She took her phone out and saw that she received a text from David. 'Tracy, I'm sorry but something came up at work and I won't be able to get out of it tonight. Rain check?'
'Yeah right!' Kensi huffed as she put her phone back in her pocket, not even bothering with a reply, and got up before making her way to the door.
But before she could reach her destination, she bumped into what felt like a wall but turned out to be the chest of a man that had been rushing inside this, what she now chose to call, hell hole.
'What the hell? Doors open both ways you know!' Kensi barked while putting her blouse back in place, not looking up to that door opening challenged man.
'Sorry sunshine, let me make it up to you.' Finally raising her eyes to stare disaprovingly at this stranger, Kensi was taken aback when she saw a ginormous smirk adoring his tanned face, covered with a few days old scruff and blond wavy hair framing his face, making his bright blue eyes pop out. 'How about a drink? I'm Jason by the way.' Marty Deeks added, still smiling.