All right, so this is my first Densi fic ever. :0 It's inspired by Secret Love Song from Little Mix ft Jason Derulo. It's been stuck in my head for days (seriously), and for some reason it felt like a perfect Densi song. As I don't usually write song fics, I haven't really included any lyrics, but I think that you'll get the drift once you start reading. Otherwise, just go listen to the song. ;-)

Hope you enjoy; let me know what you think.

"Do you still have eyes on him?"

"I do," Deeks confirmed.

"Good."

They had been standing on this dance floor for ages; mostly silently swaying to a relaxing tune. To any other person they were just a couple. A very much in love couple, but still just a couple.

Kensi wondered if there was anyone else who thought this was just a little too comfortable for just an undercover surveillance op. Because she was. And maybe it showed.

Their affair had started during their Justin and Melissa Warren undercover op. Kensi had tried to put him off for as long as she could, but there was no turning back anymore. She had fallen for her partner and he for her. Not that she was proud of herself; absolutely not. Not when she had Jack waiting for her at home. But Martin Andrew Deeks had lighted a fire in her that Kensi had forgotten that she had.

She pressed her nose in his neck and took in his scent. Salt water and a hint of his cologne was all it took to make her feel home. It made her feel home like Jack hadn't made her feel at home for a really, really long time.

It had been the combination of him listening, being a really attentive fake husband and his baby blues that won her over. He was fun to be around, even though he was on her nerves more than not. But it was really nice to share a home, chat about everything and nothing and argue about doing chores. Kensi had honestly never felt more herself than those four weeks as Deeks' wife.

So, one night she couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't pretend that the fact that she was falling asleep next to him and him being the first thing she saw the next morning, was not doing anything for her. It had been weird for an entire total of three nights, and after that she reveled in the fact that she actually felt safe and comfortable and dare she say it… sort of loved. He had actually been genuinely scared for her well being when he stormed into the bathroom. And even though he then tried to cover it up with a smart remark, she'd seen the look in his eyes. And Jack had not been on her mind at all.

Deeks turned them to another corner and pulled her just that little closer. He loved these little moments where he could just hold her in plain sight and no one was questioning what he was doing. Normally, he couldn't hold her in the street, out in the open. He pulled his head back and searched for her eyes. He could look into those eyes for the rest of his life and not be bored. Part of him desperately wanted to kiss her, right here on the dance floor. Doing that wouldn't even be strange right now; it wouldn't really raise any eyebrow back in Ops. But Deeks knew that if he gave in, he wouldn't be able to stop. And not being able to stop was not a good idea now. Later; when they found a quiet place. Before she was going back to Jack.

Like Kensi, he was not proud of them. He had always believed that the only person capable of sleeping with someone else's wife was his alias Max Gentry. And that was only because Max was an ass. Marty considered himself to be a decent human being, and decent human beings didn't sleep with somebody else's wife.

But he had. And he still was, on occasion. Part of him hated himself for it. But the other part of him was really, really falling for her. Was home where ever she was. His entire world could light up when he saw her smile or laugh at one of his stupid jokes. He so desperately wanted to be the man she deserved, that it almost physically hurt.

But Kensi was headstrong; and Jack was suffering from PTSD, and even though she had done almost everything she could do for him, she was not yet giving up. She was giving him one last chance to be the one she deserved. And he would support her decision if she decided to give her marriage another shot. He would support her even if it killed him.

"He's left," he whispered in her ear.

"Did you see with whom?"

He nodded. Their surveillance was done. Deeks was not yet ready to let her go, though. He had to. Kensi smiled a soft smile at him. She knew. As always she could read him like an open book. For a night, they had been who they were behind closed doors, in plain sight.

But the curtain was falling for them again, and they were going back to their life of stolen moments and secrecy. Kensi squeezed his hands. She had made up her mind. Jack was not going to be in the picture for much longer. For a moment, she stood on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Someday soon, Marty," she softly said. "Someday soon."

And it gave him hope.