Kenzi didn't mind that everyone gave her a hard time about never going on second dates. She pretended to get exasperated with all of them, of course, but she didn't really. The truth was that Kenzi was madly in love with someone else, and she and her boyfriend had been keeping their relationship hidden from the team. Well, mostly from Hetty and Director Vance, who would undoubtedly disapprove and reassign Kenzi to another team. Being reassigned to another team—being separated from the love of her life would kill Kenzi. In fact, she had decided that if it came right down to it, she would leave NCIS for good, just so that she could be in with him.
Callen had been the one to suggest that I always tell the team that I didn't go on second dates. It was a good cover story, since I never actually went on first dates. I didn't need to.
It had started on a mission where Callen and I were pretending to be married. We had been staying at a hotel and had spent close to four days lounging by the pool, sipping cocktails, and acting as if we were madly in love. By the end of the mission, it hadn't been a complete act anymore. All the times we had touched, slept in the same bed, and kissed one another…they had meant more and more to each of us as days passed.
When we returned from mission, both of us had tried to forget our growing feelings, but it was too hard. Then, after a rough case where I had been held hostage for over seven hours with the threat of a brutal death, Callen had come to my apartment late at night. He had stood in my doorway for a few seconds, this taken me in his arms and kissed me passionately. Ever since then, our relationship had flourished and we spent every spare moment together, and even managed to catch a few kisses at work when nobody was looking.
Once our relationship had started, I had purposely mentioned to the team that I had a date with someone, when I really didn't. The next morning, I could always count on Sam to ask me how it went, and I'd always tell him that it was fine. G and I always went home and laughed over it later that night. It was our little secret.
We had created the lie so that we could live out our secret.