A/N: I've wanted to do a fun Densi vacation fic for awhile now so I started this one and it became kind of a monster. Whoops! Hope you enjoy!

"Oh my god," Kensi sighed, taking in the view. "This is perfect."

"Remind me again why you had to bring so many shoes?" Deeks struggled through the doorway behind her, several bags balanced precariously in his arms.

"Always be prepared," she reminded him, reaching for one of the bags that was about to topple. "God, I need this cruise."

Ten days all to themselves. It had been a long year, too long, the loss of two of their colleagues coming so quickly on the heels of Kensi's injury leaving them raw and grief stricken. They needed this time to take a break and find on another again.

"I don't know why you brought clothes anyway. You're not going to need them." Deeks dropped the rest of the bags on the floor and pulled her onto the bed.

His lips had just claimed hers when there was a knock on the door. He groaned. "We're not home!"

"It's probably the porter with our suitcases," Kensi informed him.

"He can come back later."

"Deeks…"

"Fine!"

It was the porter and he did have their suitcases. By the time Deeks tipped him and got the luggage into the room, Kensi had stepped outside onto the balcony. "Really, I'm fine," Deeks grunted as he dragged their bags across the floor and shoved them next to the others. "Don't need any help."

"I cannot believe we're getting away with this. Ten days with no bad guys, no shootouts."

"No cell reception, which means no Hetty interrupting us." Deeks slid up behind her, pressing his lips to her neck. "You want to finish what we were starting there?"

"We didn't spend $8,000 on a vacation just to stay in bed the whole time," Kensi told him.

"We didn't?" His hands found her hips.

"Nope. Let's go explore the ship. They have a sushi bar somewhere!"

"Can't we spend just a little time in bed?" His lips found her shoulder.

Her breath hitched. "Later!" she insisted weakly.

It turned out to be much later.

The ship was gorgeous. Ten decks, three swimming pools and hot tubs, two nightclubs, a sushi bar, spa, and four different restaurants. They stood on the top deck, over-priced but delicious drinks in hand as the ship pulled out of port. "That's really it," Kensi sighed as land began to disappear from view. "Radio silence for ten days."

"Thank god," Deeks murmured, pressing his lips briefly to hers.

"Where to first?" Kensi asked. "Not the bed," she added as he opened his mouth.

"Then the pool," Deeks told her.

"Because I'll be in a bikini?"

"Yes. Absolutely yes."

She rolled her eyes. "Is this what you're going to be like for the entire trip?"

"Probably."

Someone bumped into Kensi and she stumbled, her drink sloshing over the sides of the glass. "Sorry," mumbled the offending crew member as he hurried away.

"Wow," Deeks said, watching the man's retreating form. "Do you think it's standard practice for them to try and push their guests overboard?"

"Seriously, where's the fire?" Kensi agreed as she wiped her hands on a napkin.

By the time they reached the pool the incident had retreated from their minds, the mixture of warm sun and freely flowing alcohol mellowing their moods even further. Deeks almost managed to convince Kensi to skip dinner but the allure of steak and cheesecake was too great a competition. He nearly put his foot down when he saw the red dress she was wearing but knowing it would be a losing battle he vowed to eat quickly and then make an excuse to get them back to the room as quickly as possible.

They were being escorted into the restaurant when Kensi stopped short. "Let's go back to the room."

"What? Why?" Deeks asked, startled that his mental picture had become a sudden reality.

"Just come on, that's what you wanted to do anyway, right?" She ran a finger seductively over the front of his shirt.

"Yeah, but now that we're here I'm kind of hungry," he told her. "What's wrong?"

"There are people at our table," Kensi replied, her eyes darting behind him.

"Oookay. You know that's how cruises work right? You get paired up with other people to have dinner."

"That was not in the brochure!"

"Kensi, it's just one other couple. People make vacation friends all the time. It's fine. Come on. Steak. Shrimp. Cheesecake."

She grimaced. "Fine."

"Eiffel Tower on a Sunday?"

She looked at him like he was crazy. "No let's go with a Disney Turnabout."

"But I don't remember anything about veterinary medicine."

"Are you serious?"

"It's been a long time!"

"Fine, Poughkeepsie Keepaway, all right?"

"Okay, but I get to be the comic book artist and our dogs are named Matthew McConaughey and Patti Lupone."

"Deal."

They walked to the table, all smiles and hellos as they sat down. "Hi, I'm Brooklyn. This is Carlos," the young woman said.

She was a platinum blonde with bright blue eyes and a gorgeous smile and her husband wasn't terrible to look at either. His brown hair was swept rakishly to the side and he offered a firm handshake with unnervingly direct eye contact.

"I'm Kensi. This is Marty," Kensi said by way of introduction.

"Nice to meet you. Where are you from?" Carlos asked.

"Los Angeles. We just got engaged so this trip is kind of a little celebration," Deeks told them.

"Oh how sweet! Can I see your ring?" Brooklyn asked.

Kensi obligingly held out her left hand and the other couple made the appropriate oohing and ahhing noises. "How about you guys. Where are you from?"

"Portland," Carlos said. "It's our third anniversary."

"Wow, three years. That's awesome, congratulations," Deeks offered.

The waiter came to offer them wine and take their order and the conversation continued in a surprisingly pleasant manner. Kensi felt herself begin to unwind as they spun their minor deception and listened to their new friends. The Sanfords were well traveled and cultured, but down to earth enough that they were easy to talk to. In fact, Kensi and Deeks found themselves invited to come along on their first stop in Mexico on a snorkeling adventure.

"I like them," Deeks said as they walked out of the restaurant. "They're cool."

"And funny," Kensi added, tucking her arm into his as they walked down the quiet deck.

Someone brushed past them and Kensi stopped. "What's up?" Deeks asked.

"That's the same guy that bumped into me earlier."

"Maybe he hasn't gotten his sea legs yet."

"He works on a cruise ship."

"True. Maybe he has coordination issues."

"Maybe."

They continued their walk but Kensi's eyes were now focused on the crewman several feet ahead. He suddenly ducked through a doorway, closing it behind him.

"Kiss me," Kensi said, pressing her back against the wall and pulling Deeks close.

Surprised, but happy to oblige, Deeks did so, finding her lips and then her neck. Kensi wound her fingers into his hair and tilted her head to give him better access. "Can we just…move this way like two inches. I can't hear."

Deeks paused. "Are you…eavesdropping on that crewmember?"

"Um, yeah," Kensi said as if it should be completely obvious. "What did you think we were doing?"

"I thought I was making out with my very hot fiancée but apparently you're too busy playing Sherlock Holmes for that."

"That guy is suspicious Deeks!"

"And we're on vacation Kensi! We're supposed to be lying on the beach, not going all Encyclopedia Brown on some member of the crew who's probably just taking a slightly illegal smoke break."

The door opened and the mysterious crewmember walked out carrying a mop and bucket. He headed away from them. "See?" Deeks said pointedly.

"Okay, fine, you're right!" Kensi acquiesced.

"So can we get back to the vacation now?"

Kensi bit her lip and fluttered her lashes seductively. "What did you have in mind?"

His lips claimed hers again making it very clear what he planned to do for the rest of the evening.