Authors Note: First ever fan-fiction. Please leave feedback! ;)
DISCLAIMER: Obviously these characters are not mine…
Chapter One
Today had been one of those days. The team had a rare lull in active cases, and were using the resulting free time to catch up on paper work. Flicking a glance around the bullpen at the rest of the team, Kensi couldn't help laughing. Callen had fallen asleep on a stack of files that littered his desk. Sam was over in the kitchen area grabbing a snack, and Deeks was leaning back in his desk chair with his feet propped up on his desk. Instead of paper work, his desk was scattered with various paper aeroplanes, all at different levels of completion.
Hearing his partner's laugh, Deeks looked up and gave her a grin.
Kensi's desk looked rather like a disaster area, she never could seem to keep things organized. Shrugging her shoulders at the mess that lay before her, she stood and stretched, before heading over to her partners desk.
Deeks offered Kensi one of his many paper aeroplanes, along with one of his signature lopsided grins.
"I think you have made enough paper aeroplanes now, Deeks!" Kensi said with a laugh. "Hetty won't be impressed if she finds a sea of folded paper in here."
"Yeah? Then I guess that we should uh, find a way to dispose of these, huh?" Replied Deeks mischievously.
One quick glance at her partners face, and Kensi started to back away, holding her hands up, "I swear Deeks, if you start launching those things at me, you're dead. I mean it!"
Deeks rolled his eyes, but instead replied; "Actually I was thinking…" Letting his sentence trail off, Deeks looked up at the walkway that overlooked the bullpen and raised his eyebrows suggestively at Kensi.
"Oh ho! No way. If Hetty see's…"
"Hetty left like 20 minutes a go. Some important something-or-other. Who knows where that crazy ninja-woman goes? The important thing is she is not here. We could totally sneak some of these upstairs and launch them across the bullpen." Said Deeks.
Kensi sighed, torn between doing her job and enjoying some well earned down time with her partner.
Deeks smiled to himself as he realised Kensi was actually considering his suggestion seriously. He could still remember the day when they had first met; initially they had mixed about as well as oil and vinegar, but now that they had spend the last few years working together, he couldn't imagine being without her. They were best friends. Plain and simple… well maybe not so simple, Deeks thought as he looked up at his beautiful partner, who was still standing in front of him.
Kensi was oblivious to the thoughts running through Deeks' mind as he watched her from behind his desk.
"If we get caught I am so blaming you!" Replied Kensi eventually, before sliding some paper planes under her jacket and heading for the stairs.
Deeks sat frozen for a minute, surprised that Kens had actually taken him seriously, but after a moment he quickly followed suit, looking like a kid at Christmas.
Sam, who arrived back from the kitchen area just in time to see this, shook his head as he sat back down at his desk with a sandwich.
"Deeks," he muttered to himself shaking his head. Callen snored a little, still fast asleep, as Sam snorted back a laugh, "Crack team this is!" he muttered with a rueful grin.
On their best days they were practically unstoppable, catching bad guys and doing the jobs that other people couldn't imagine doing even in their wildest dreams. But then there were days like this; days were the team encountered an extreme lull in active cases. It was all part of the job of course, after all paper work had to be done at some point, but it didn't mean the agents had to like it.
Sam, turning a blind eye to whatever mischief Kensi and Deeks where up to, took a big bite out of his sandwich and returned his attention to a file that sat open in front of him.
Meanwhile upstairs…