Disclaimer: Don't own them, just playing.

"Ugh." Kensi groaned as she rolled over, and reached for the bottle of water she always kept by her bed. Her hand paused finding nothing, she reached again, and clawed empty air. She flailed farther in frustration and heard a satisfying thunk as she knocked something off the side table onto the floor.

"That you sunshine?" Deeks voice was far too cheery for the pounding that was going on inside her head.

Kensi sat upright quickly at the realization that Deeks' voice should not be coming from her bedroom, ever. Her blurry confusion was only intensified by the unfamiliar surroundings.

"Kens, you okay?" Her partner's voice was bordering on concerned.

"I'm fine," She yelled back not wanting to deal with him just yet, at least not until she figured out where she was and why she was wearing a bra she didn't recognize.

"Bathroom's free if you want to clean up, I put your bag in there."

"You're not in the bathroom?" Kensi questioned, pulling on a robe she saw at the foot of the bed.

"Nope, I am currently in the living room, slash kitchenette. We've got a suite, it's just how I roll."

Kensi weighed the two choices she had as she walked toward the window, the first to play along and eventually figure out how she had ended up in a hotel with her partner wearing strange lingerie, the second was to confess and endure the teasing Deeks was sure to dish out.

Kensi was still mulling over her choices as she pulled back the curtain to let some light into the room. "Wait we're in Vegas?" She yelped before she could stop herself.

"Where did you expect us to be?" Deeks voice answered from the door way. Kensi pulled the robe tighter around herself and turned to find him leaning casually against the door frame. "Oh, and you got a text this morning, Nell wants her bra back when we get home."

"You looked at my phone?" Kensi was annoyed.

"I think the better question is why do you have Nell's bra on?"

"You don't know?" Kensi spoke again without thinking.

"Nope, but I am definitely intrigued now, since you don't seem to know either. Should we call Nell?" Deeks offered.

"No, no I was just, um wondering if I had told you the story of, uh why we switched clothes last night." Kensi responded quickly.

Deeks raised an eyebrow. "You were wearing a dress I've seen before, when you showed up last night, and no, you didn't tell me the story, but I am all ears." His eyes shifted slightly as he had another thought. "You and Nell wear the same size bra?"

"No," Kensi shook her head, "No we don't, which explains a few things."

"You want to change?" Deeks nodded toward a door to her left. "Your bag is in there and I put your standard hang over cure on the counter."

"Who says I'm hung over."

"I do, since you can't remember why you're in Vegas wearing another woman's bra." Deeks smiled, the amusement he was getting from having the upper hand showing through.

"Of course I do," Kensi shot back. "We drove, because you promised me a weekend in Vegas. And it was last minute so Nell lent me a bra." She finished sounding unsure even to her own ears.

Deeks sighed, pushing away from the door frame he ushered his confused partner into the bathroom. "Be a good girl and get cleaned up, if you don't remember what happened I'll fill you in after. Though you should know, it's Sunday afternoon right now, and we flew into Vegas. On a helicopter." Deeks finished as he closed the door on his partner's shocked expression.

"A helicopter," Kensi repeated slowly to herself. Suddenly things clicked into place and her eyes widened. "Sam!" She almost shouted.

Her Sam, or rather Jack's Sam if she wanted to be honest. Short for Samantha, Sam had been Jack's best friend and the only one to stay with Kensi while she searched for 2 years for the man who left her with no explanation. It was also Sam who after 2 years had convinced Kensi that they had done what they could and if Jack wanted to come home, it was up to him.

Kensi stepped into the shower remembering a long ago conversation.

"Kensi Blye, you are wasted on the male gender, ever thought of switching sides? I volunteer myself as your tour guide." Sam leered at Kensi over her beer before winking and laughing.

Kensi shook her head at the small blond next to her. "Sorry, but if I change my mind you'll be the first to know."

"You're such a tease." Sam chuckled. They'd had this conversation before. "Seriously though, you have done more than anyone I know would have, you need to let him go, as much as I hate to say it. Jack's not coming back, and after this long he doesn't want to be found. He was always too stubborn for his own good, never wanted help from anyone."

"Some part of me will always wonder, always want to know where he went. I don't know what to do with that right now." Kensi was leaning towards the philosophical, possibly due the fact that they had consumed quite a bit of alcohol in order to have this conversation.

"Nothing, you'll know when you're ready." Sam lifted her glass. "To Jack." Kensi obliged her toast.

"To Jack."

Kensi smirked slightly, Sam had spent a large part of their time together trying to convince Kensi to "lighten up and live a little."

She stepped out of the shower, but turned and quickly stepped back in as she heard her partner at the door.

"Hey, you got another text from Hetty. She says to be back in the office on Wednesday, and that she hopes we recover quickly. What did you tell her?" Deeks walked into the bathroom, her cell in his hand.

"I don't remember. Do you mind? I'm not exactly dressed in here." Kensi poked her head outside of the shower curtain in time to catch her partner trying to look in the other side.

"Oh no, peek and die, this is Vegas, plenty of places to bury you where they'll never find the body." Kensi narrowed her eyes at him.

"Okay you win." Deeks raised his hands as he backed away. "I'll just look at the text you sent Hetty." Deeks scrolled quickly through her phone while Kensi tried to figure out how to put her clothes on without leaving the shower.

"Really Kensi? How drunk were you last night? You told her 'we' have cramps and can't get out of bed. 'We' Kensi? You told Hetty I was having 'that time of the month' problems?"

Kensi couldn't hold back the snicker that escaped."It worked didn't it, we got a couple of days off. Now get out of here, I want to get dressed."

Deeks leered at his partner. "Go ahead, I'm not stopping you."

"I am not coming out until your gone, so go, shoo."

"You weren't so shy last night." Deeks pushed off the door frame and turned to go.

"Wait, what?" Kensi's eyes went wide.

"Don't worry Fern, it's not like you have anything that I haven't seen before." Deeks called over his shoulder.

Thanks for reading, this one has been kicking around in my head for a while and if I didn't publish the first part I'd probably never finish it.