A/N:- Just a series of small unconnected drabbles, based on prompts from Tumblr, to help me shake the funk I'm feeling on the latest chapter of Vanished. Not set in the Revenge-verse.
Disclaimer:- Don't own them. Nosirrie Bob!
Prompt:- Kensi needs a date to a wedding

"So I'd essentially be your arm candy, huh?"

Deeks' delighted grin was wide, stretching the corners of his mouth. She resisted the urge to sigh, shake her head, and tell him it was all a joke.

"You'd be my plus one," she clarified. "I kinda RSVP'd that I'd be bringing someone with me, so if anything, you'd just be a seat filler."

"Just, uh, just outta curiosity," he said, leaning back against his desk chair. "When exactly did you reply to this invite?"

Kensi glanced around her, making sure the bullpen was still empty. She'd had a hard enough time working up the guts to ask, there was no way she'd have done it with an audience. Besides, Sam and Callen would just totally get the wrong idea. "About two months ago."

His crystal blue eyes twinkled. "You weren't dating anyone two months ago."

"Okay, first of all, what's that got to do with anything? And secondly, how do you know when I am and am not dating?"

"Kens, I'm your partner," he said, matter-of-factly. "I always know when you're dating, and how well the relationship is going. I've known you for four years; I can pretty much read when you like a guy."

Kensi closed her eyes, letting out a deep sigh. "Deeks, you are completely clueless as to when I like a guy."

"Okay," he said, not sounding entirely convinced. "But since you weren't dating anyone two months ago, and despite what you say we both know that that's the case, why did you reply to say that you'd be bringing someone?"

"I don't know," she exclaimed. "I just did, okay? And I only kind of know the bride, and no one else at this stupid wedding, so now I need someone to keep me from getting so bored I want to cry."

"So you asked me?" That smug grin was back on his stubbled face.

"Only as a last resort, Deeks," she informed him.

"Oh, right. I bet you had this planned, didn't you?" Deeks chuckled. "You wanted to make all of the other women jealous, and let's face it some of the men too, so you planned ahead of time to parade me around in a snazzy tuxedo. That's why you replied with a plus one. Can't say I blame you though, I do look good in a suit."

Kensi laughed, her voice quivering just a little. "You couldn't be more wrong; I ticked the wrong box on my reply by accident."

"And the parading me around like a trophy part?"

"The only way anyone at this thing is going to be jealous of me is if they were trying to get a monkey into a tux too."

Deeks nodded. "Touché," he said. Kensi grinned back at him.

"So do you want to come or not?" she asked.

Deeks scratched his beard, as if deep in thought. "Free bar?"

"Yeah," she replied.

Deeks smiled at her, a rich smile, not a grin. His features were soft, his eyes inviting, and Kensi felt a flutter in the pit of her gut that she forced herself to stomp down. "Then it would be my honour to rescue you from boredom," he said.

"But you can't hit on any of the bridesmaids," she warned him, wafting a finger at him.

"What? It's a little too late to be adding provisos to the deal!"

"I mean it, Deeks."

"Kensi," he said, without a trace of seriousness in his voice, "you'll be the only girl there for me."

She rolled her eyes, turning away. "I wonder if it's too late to tell them I'm sick?" she muttered.