Distraction.
Words: 352
Couple: Kensi Blye and Marty Deeks. Nell Jones and G Callen.
TV Show: NCIS: Los Angeles.
Disclaimer: All characters you recognize do not belong to me.
AU.
Established Kensi/Deeks.
Pre Nell/Callen.
Prompt from Tumblr.
Drabble.

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About three feet away from the armory entrance, Nell Jones stops as she hears a giggle. It takes a moment to place the giggle, connect it to a person, but when she does she's clouded with confusion.

"We're at work Deeks."
"And?"

Her eyebrows crease as she frowns and the intelligence analyst tries to piece together the situation without jumping to any conclusions. Giggles could mean that he told a joke. It is a sort of laughter, Nell thinks. But Kensi Blye does not giggle, she sort of snorts and squeaks. But it's still a laugh.

There's a thump and a broken squeal of "Deeks!" and Nell's eyes widen. A small step forward she leans to see around the corner and turns sharply back at the sight that greets her. Her back is pressed against the wall and a hand over her eyes.

She tries to deny that she witnessed the two partners in such a compromising position on the bench in the armory. At work. No. Nope. Not at all.

Nell takes a deep breath and puts her head down, walking hurriedly in the direction that she'd come from. If she leaves she can just forget it ever happened and move on. The analyst reaches the stairs before she collides with another body that nearly sends her back onto the floor.

"Who, Pixie, where's the fire?"

She looks up with wide-eyes to find G Callen, amused smirk and all, looking down at her.

"Agent Callen," Nell lets out a breath straightening herself up, "what are you doing down here?"
"Looking for you."
"Oh."
He chuckles, "Yes, 'oh'. I wanted to know if we were still on for tonight."

The date. The original reason for her fidgety nervousness and escaping to the armory where she definitely did not catch Kensi Blye and Marty Deeks doing what they were doing. The stupid date she'd agreed to go on with G-Freaking-Callen which was literally eating at her nerves.

"Right, tonight. Yes, yes we are," she stutters after a moment of hesitation.
"Good," Callen smiles, "Also, Eric wants you up in ops."

Perfect, a distraction.

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This prompt was originally "Densi get caught in the armory making out" or along the lines of that. But Nallen just won't stop. I just. /flails.

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