Disclaimer- As much as I love these characters, the closest I'm going to get to owning them is on my Christmas list. Let's hope that Santa comes through!
Established Kensi/Callen
"That was not funny!" Marty Deeks announced as he flopped down on to the chair next to Sam.
"That depends on how you look at it, you got away from the mob in one piece didn't you, and I got a kick out of watching both the girl's reactions and yours!" Said Kensi Blye, taking the seat opposite Deeks. Once again it was decided that the team needed to meet out of the office, only this time Hetty had made the night mandatory and permanent. This meant, that every Friday night, instead of going home to be with loved ones or going out with friends, the team all met at one place, and each week a different member of the Los Angeles NCIS team would pick the venue. This week had been Kensi's choice.
"Well thanks for your help, now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go back and search for my dignity."
"What'd she do this time? Pinch you butt? Threaten to tell your wife? Or you mum?"Said an amused Sam, trading a glance with Callen over the table, they both knew this would be good.
"No. You remember that group of girls by the door? Well they wanted my name, said something about facebooking me, Kensi comes along saying how my herpes awareness profile is much more informative! I mean sure I'm away from the pack, but what's that cost?" He waits until Sam and Callen have restrained their laughter enough to comment.
"Well look at it this way, you won't ever have to worry about getting a date in LA, now no girl will give you a second look." At the thought Callen doubled over laughing again.
"G's right you know, some girls practically memorise those list before going out." Sam chuckled again at Kensi's handy work.
"I leave you all alone for one minute and chaos ensues." Hetty Lang chose that moment to reappear, once again making the team wonder if she had planted any bugs.
"I was only trying to help Deeks out, if he didn't want my help all he has to do is say so." Kensi replied defensively. "Right Callen, I do believe that it's your turn to wow us with your skills!"
"Watch, listen and prepare to be amazed." Said Callen as he walks onto the stage.
"Cute, do you think he got that from the time he dressed as the magician?" Sam said as he picked up one of the beers that Hetty had bought.
"Well that was different." Kensi exclaims as Callen returns to his seat next to her, grabbing her beer out of her hand as he goes.
"Truly a work of art Mr. Callen." Hetty praises before getting up to take her spot on stage.
"I thought the King was dead?" Deeks poor attempt at humour earns him a glare from Kensi, who grabs her bottle back off Callen, before taking a swig.
"Really that's the best you could come up-"
"Sorry were late, Nate took us to the wrong bar." Eric interrupted, not realising that he was cutting off Kensi. "Has Hetty noticed were not here, she sounded pretty scary in that memo, you know the one advising us to sell our organs to pay for rent when she fires us if we don't turn up."
"Well she hasn't fired you for your clothing, so I'd say showing up a little late is the least of your worries." Said Kensi, giving Eric's latest ensemble a once over.
"So who's winning so far?"Nate asks taking a spare chair and pushing in between Deeks and Sam.
"Wait a minute, who's voting on us; please tell me it's not the herpes girls." Deeks exclaimed with a groan.
"Technically you're the one with the herpes, and no it's Tom the bartender." Says Kensi ignoring the confused and slightly entertained looks from Nate and Eric.
"Why is every bartender named Tom?" Callen whispered to Sam.
"First of all I don't have herpes, second how is it you know the bartender by name? Do you come hear often, if I slip a bit of money in his direction, will he tell me all the things only your trusted bartender would know?" Deeks questions, ignoring Callen and Sam.
"He wouldn't be a trusted bartender if he told now would he?" Standing up Kensi walks up to the stage, preparing herself both mentally and physically, she hadn't had nearly enough alcohol to forget this in the morning, or give her the courage now, singing had never been her strong point.
"You know I still think that was rigged." Deeks walked out of the bar still complaining. "I mean sure it was a great performance, but really, how could you top my Beatles number!"
"Well Deeks, seeing as how you forgot the lyrics halfway through and improvised, I think that may have lost you some points." Callen thoughtfully points out, steering Kensi towards the car, who though wasn't completely drunk, was slightly tipsy.
"Yeah, that many have cost Deeks the points, but how could I have lost?" Sam almost as baffled as Deeks says "I remembered all the words, and sung it perfectly, even better the Cher." Kensi giggled, having picked the songs for the entire team as part of the deal in picking the venue.
"I will say it once and once only gentlemen, just like the Prince of Monaco said to me many years ago 'few people have the talent, even fewer can use it correctly.'" Looking up Hetty was unsurprised to see the looks of shock at the mention of her colourful past. "I expect to see you all bright eyed tomorrow, we have that sensitivity lecture, and it seems that some of you" looking directly at Kensi "need these more than others." With that she turned around and headed for her Jag.
Not long after Nate and Eric said their goodbyes, both of whom had recently gone on an eco drive, carpooling and saving energy any way they saw fit. Sam gave the pair a smile before getting into his car to drive home.
"I don't think that was fair, saying I'm not sensitive, I am sensitive, it's just other people that are unsensitive" Laughing at her misuse of words Callen helps her into the car, making sure she has her purse and seatbelt on before getting into the driver seat. Halfway home he realises that she has fallen asleep, smiling at the look of calm on her face only present when she is sleeping, he turns into their driveway. Thinking of all the changes she had made to his life.
The Callen that had once crashed on the office or boathouse couch was gone; he was no longer sleeping on friends and co-workers couches or in their spare rooms. This new Callen had a room of his own, a house in fact, somewhere to call home, with someone to come home too.
Gently he reached over and stroked his wife's cheek, watching her eyes flutter open. He may not be excited about tomorrows lecture, but he knows that with his team and with Kensi things will always be fine, as someone once said, if it's worth doing, it's worth doing right. And being with Kensi was definitely right.
Thank You and Goodnight!