This will be a two or three shot story exploring the crazy/ wonderful relationship known as Densi post 4x17. Pure fluff, pure fun, purely based off my take of Tuesday night's amazing episode. This story is for babyitsbeautiful on Tumblr and of course, all of you wonderful readers. Remember, it all began with an Epiphany...

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

Without the quest…there can be no epiphany. –Constanine E. Scaros

CIA Agent Sobatino and Kensi walked into the crowded bar towards an empty table where he pulled her chair out and they both sat facing one another. They had already grabbed dinner in the restaurant where the conversation had flowed easily and laughter rang out frequently from the two.

""The live band should be starting soon," Kensi told her companion who smiled quickly at her.

"I'm surprised you agreed to meet for dinner and a drink tonight," Sobatino said with a warm smile. "It was unexpected."

"Why is that?" she asked teasingly. "Are you a serial killer in disguise?" He burst into surprised laughter before shaking his head.

"No reason and definitely not," he answered humor dancing in his eyes. "So I know you're not interested in me Agent Blye, so why did you say yes? Was it my charming personality or my dry wit?" Kensi's eyes widened in shock for a moment before she dissolved in another fit of laughter.

"Here I thought I was being the perfect first date, flirting, attentive…that bad, huh?" she asked with a grimace.

"Nope, your perfect," Sobatino answered with an easy smile.

"Then what gave me away?" she asked puzzled.

"The fifty times you've looked at your phone under the table was the first hint," he said dryly.

"I'm sorry, it's just…" Kensi flushed.

"So have you told him that you love him, yet?" he asked gently.

"What? Who? We're just partners, friends," she said defensively. "We're not even compatible," slid out in a rush as her eyes closed in embarrassment.

"Compatible?" his brow raised quizzically.

"Stupid quiz in a magazine," she muttered and looked away. "Only rated a two out of five."

"You two seemed pretty compatible to me," he grinned. "Finishing each other's thoughts, rushing into a building full of Russian mobsters, jumping to his defense."

"Partners do that. We have each other's back," she answered quickly.

"Yep, they do," he agreed, "but they usually don't look at each other the way the two of you do."

"You're just seeing things," Kensi argued.

"Nope, more like- been there, done that," giving her a challenging look.

"What?"

"Remember yesterday when I was talking about falling in love? Well I did twelve years ago with my first partner. She was my best friend- amazing, wickedly smart, funny, tough as nails…" Sobatino's voice drifted off.

"What happened?" Kensi finally asked.

"I never wanted to take the risk of losing her, being partners and all. So I kept quiet. We worked together for three years when she was pulled into a deep cover and assigned a new temporary partner for a major case. She met someone else, another agent, I figured it wouldn't last and things would go back to normal," he said with a sad smile. He looked up at her as he continued, "Now she's married to another federal agent here in Los Angeles and has a beautiful little girl."

"I'm sorry," Kensi finally said.

"I'm happy for her. She found her happily ever after, just not with me."

"But…"

"Not to be depressing but yesterday morning my partner and I were making plans to spend the weekend surfing in San Diego, now today I'm helping make arrangements to send his body home to be with his family. You risk your life every day without hesitation, why not risk your heart?" he asked seriously.

"Your awfully smart for an CIA agent," she teased softly, her mind still swirling. "But what if…"

"He does," he said with complete confidence.

"How do you know. You just met us?"

"Michelle told me so," he said with a smile. Kensi's eyes widened as she made the connections. "Even if she hadn't it's still obvious," he said as he looked behind her and smiled deviously.

"You are a very strange date," Kensi finally said in exasperation as he broke into laughter, grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor as a slow ballad began to play. He bent down and whispered in her ear.

"He found out about our little date at 11, less than an hour later he's here with steam pouring from his ears," he said as he twirled her in his arms. He slightly tightly his hold and lowered his hand to her hip. He felt her tighten defensively in his arms.

"Unless you would like a broken hand…"

"Just relax and play along," he whispered against her neck. "If they find my body in the desert tomorrow, he'll be the number one suspect." She snorted softly.

"He hates the desert…but maybe if you wash up on shore?" she teased quietly before becoming serious. "I really am not into playing games."

"We're not playing games, I'm simply given the two of you a little push in the right direction," he said smiling against her neck. "Shark food, huh?"

"This is just a little push? What exactly would a shove be?" she asked pulling back slightly from his tightened arms as he again glanced upwards before answering.

"Kissing you," Sabotino finally answered merriment twinkling in his eyes as her eyes narrowed warningly.

"Not unless you want to be punched in your CIAeyeball," came calmly from behind them as she stiffened instantly in his arms. Sabatino's face broke into a quick smile before he murmured in her ear.

"Mission accomplished," he said as threw a wink at her blonde haired partner that was now glowering at them from only a few feet away. "I have an early flight, I'm sure he'll see you home safely," he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and headed towards the bar leaving the two partners standing in the middle of the dance floor.

Up Next: Deeks, Deeks and more Deeks...you know I cannot leave Tuesday night's last look alone, right? Some epiphanies strike quickly and leave you breathless.

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