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-C

Prompt: Kensi and Deeks tell the team they're dating.

"Do you think that's an intimate hug, Sam?"

"Oh that's an intimate hug if I ever saw one, G."

The senior agents were standing a little ways off from Kensi and Deeks, still in the same spot in the middle of the warehouse as they were five minutes ago. It was an open and shut case, but ended in a raid and subsequent firefight. Kensi went down- luckily the vest stopped the bullet from doing any real damage.

"You know we can hear you guys, right?" Kensi called, voice muffled from her face being buried in Deeks's shirt.

They couldn't tell if the brunette wanted to pull away or not. Deeks was holding her too damn tight to do anything. In speaking of the blond, he planted a light kiss on top of her head, sending Callen and Sam into a bit of a stupor.

"You know that we can see you, right?" Callen returned, close to laughing.

Now they could hear the younger agents chuckling, and Deeks stood. He offered a hand to Kensi, who took it, and pulled her up. As they turned to face Callen and Sam, the bronze bullet glimmered in the afternoon light streaming through the windows.

"I'm okay, guys," Kensi assured them, walking forward with a slight gait. The bullet had impeded itself in her upper torso- indicating the possibility of a broken rib.

"That wasn't the question," Sam half-interrogated, folding his hands on his hips.

"You two have some explaining to do," Callen added.

"What? My partner got shot, I think I'm allowed to show some concern," Deeks defended himself incredulously.

Callen rolled his eyes. "Please tell me you're a better liar in the field."

Kensi landed a punch to the detective's shoulders and shrugged. "It's about time we told them anyhow."

Deeks looked at Kensi for guidance, and she shrugged as if to say They're gonna kill you anyway.

He sighed and premised, "Kensi and I have been dating for two months."

"Two months!?" Callen's jaw dropped.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Sam jumped in.

"More importantly, why couldn't we tell?" The team leader turned to the ex-Navy SEAL.

"Specifically because we knew that this would how you would react," Kensi raised an eyebrow.

"I think 'overreact' is the better term," Deeks quipped.

Sam and Callen's intense gaze turned to the blond surfer, murder glinting in their eyes.

"If you touch our little sister in anyway," Sam began.

Deeks couldn't help himself. "It's a little late for that."

Kensi stifled a laugh. "You better run, beach boy."

The brunette gave props to Deeks for remaining long enough to see Sam crack his fingers and Callen check his ammo. His gaze flickered between the two junior agents and then he sprinted the other way like a bat out of hell.

Not a moment later Kensi was left alone in the middle of the warehouse, holding her injured side as she watched Sam and Callen tear after Deeks.

"A little help here?" he called as he raced by.

Kensi laughed, her near-death experience forgotten. "Not a chance!"