A/N: Yeah. Honestly, I have no idea where that came from... One day, there was a little voice in my head telling me I should start this story... Please be nice with me, I haven´t written for months as life´s been kind of crazy, and my writing style might be horrible...Plus, even though I live in the US now, English is still not my first language and mistakes are very likely. I appreciate it if you point them out, but please do it nicely.
One last thing, this story is almost finished (one more chapter to write, overall about five chapters), so updates will be fairly regular!
Disclaimer: Neither the song nor the characters or the show belong to me. Basically, nothing belongs to me, otherwise, the show would be so fluffy that no one would want to watch it.
Sorry, one really last thing: Rating is a very high T, discusses mentions of rape and sex and some swear words, but nothing graphic!
Enjoy!
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You've carried on so long,
You couldn't stop if you tried it.
You've built your wall so high
That no one could climb it,
But I'm gonna try.
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful?
Would you let me see beneath your perfect?
Take it off now, girl, take it off now, girl
I wanna see inside
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight?
Labrinth: Beneath your Beautiful
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This was not good.
In fact, this was horrible.
Their suspect´s bodyguards came closer and closer, suspiciously eyeing the dark alley in front of them. When she felt Callen tensing up next to her, Kensi knew that they were in serious trouble. Serious, like in really, really serious with potentially deadly outcome.
From the very first moment on, this case had felt different. When Eric and Nell briefed them this morning, there had been just not enough intel. No official certificates or bank accounts that would help to clear up the shadiness surrounding the company Lockweed Security. Their head, a former marine named Nathaniel Turner, was supposedly involved in an international ring of child trafficking and drug smuggeling, at least that´s what an anonymus tip had claimed. This call to a secure NCIS line had only increased their suspicions cocnerning the case, as it was currently their only lead. Wouldn´t there have beeen a call, Kensi and Callen wouldn´t be in a dark alley behind the club where their suspect was supposedly enjoying his pastimes consisting mainly of drugs and showgirls. They went in using one of Kensi´s former aliases, a partygirl named Allison living of her sugardaddy´s credit card. However, her company for the evening had to be Callen, as Deeks had previously investigated undercover in this club, and Sam just couldn´t quite pull of the rich, but shady boyfriend number.
Kensi had felt slightly uneasy throughout the whole evening. It had been a long time since she had worked in such a deep and dangerous undercover job. And even before, she had not quite liked it. Deeks always winked at her when he was absolutely sure that no one was watching; and even if he didn´t do that, she always saw it in his eyes: no matter what they did or whom they pretended to be to get out of a situation safely, she always knew it was an act, something they would later laugh about, or, if it was truly uncomfortable and pushed their boundaries to far into personal territory, they would simply bury it and never speak of it again.
But Callen... Callen was a true professional and he had learned over the years that even the look in your eyes could sometimes decide over your fate. He was true to his fake persona, down to the last inch. And currently, their best way to get the bodyguards off their back was to fake a quite obvious scene. Because really, what else was there to do? They didn´t have enough yet to arrest them and what else could a nicely dressed couple do in the dark alley behind the club?
As the men came into their sight, Callen turned towards her and without quite meeting her eyes, he pressed his lips to hers and started to kiss her deeply. While his hands began to roam her body and eventually slipped underneath the hem of her dress, his mouth attacked her neck. For the sake of their cover, she threw her head back against the brick wall and moaned loudly, but deep inside her, Kensi felt fear. Although she had previously used her body to convince men of certain illusions, no matter if it was faking sex with Deeks or making out with a suspect to obtain important information, she had come to be hesitant towards such measures lately. Too much was buried deep inside her that hardly anyone knew about.
Pay attention, you loon, she scolded herself. It´s just Callen and now you´ve kind of a bigger problem over there.
Yet she couldn´t help but startle slightly as she heard Callen whispering in her ear, "Kens, you got visual? I can´t see them."
"Yeah, they are coming closer, but very slowly." And after a moment she added, "Keep up the show."
As any good agent, Callen needed no further instructions. He knew that he had to trust her judgement and did the only thing he could in his current position. He kept up the show.
By the time the bodyguards started to call attention to themselves, Callen had seen way too much of his junior agent´s body for his liking and Kensi got a sense of what prostitutes must feel like as she let him do how he pleased with her body while she had to focus on her job, which also included the need to supress her instincts and stay exactly where she was.
"Hey lovebirds, didn´t make it to the next room?" the bulkier one of the bodyguards called out.
Still avoiding her gaze, Callen turned around pretending to be a man deeply annoyed by intruders that spoiled his catch of the evening. He was careful to hide any relief he inwardly felt as he could finally stop almost attacking the stiff and fearful woman next to him.
"You got nothing better to do than interrupting people who just wanna have some fun?"
"Don´t you dare and get cheeky, loverboy. I saw you in the club and directly knew something wasn´t right. Have never seen you around here before and the second you enter you get your hands on one of the hottest chicks around here? That´s not right man, that´s just not right."
Kensi had enough, she just wanted to get out of here, away from Callen´s body that was still pressed against hers. "Did it never cross your minds that I might have chosen him?" She used her best sultry voice and continued, "I tend to enjoy men that possess certain further qualities... Not just the good looks."
Immediately catching up on her, Callen added "See, jerks, I paid good money to get that girl. And I also paid good money to have some fun in that club. You can tell your boss that, in my opinion, the mojitos are quite a bit to expensive, but I really need to go now. The night´s still young, right?" With that, he turned his back to them, sensing that they believed his story and, still playing his part, he grabbed Kensi´s wrist, roughly shoving her away.
Continuing their act until they were sure they weren´t followed, Kensi and Callen quickly made their way towards the pick up, where Sam and Deeks were waiting. Feeling embarrassed and almost on the verge of a breakdown, Kensi was eternally grateful that Deeks was sitting in the backseat so that she wouldn´t have to sit next to Callen.
"Hey, you guys ok?" Sam asked, concern evident in his voice. "We lost visual and audio when you were back there in the alley. G, what happened?"
"It´s ok. Pretended to be only interested in each other and convinced them that we had nothing on our mind except the obvious. Our covers weren´t blown, but going back tonight makes no sense, so let´s just drive back, ok?"
His tone made it clear that Callen absolutely did not want to talk about it. Meanwhile, Kensi felt silent gratefulness as she hadn´t realised that Callen had turned of audio and cameras while being back in the alley. At least Sam and Deeks hadn´t been part of their little make-out session, too. Nevertheless, she felt her partner´s worried gaze upon her face all the time during their ride back to headquarters.
Once there, Kensi hurried to get rid of her dress and get back into a comfortable sweater and a pair of jeans. Intead of even starting her paperwork, she vowed to come in early tomorrow morning and left the building before the others even realised where she was headed. Even when they noticed, though, both Sam and Deeks didn´t worry much, given that it was already close to 3 am in the morning.
Only Callen looked after her retreating figure, silently wishing he could turn back the clock for a few hours. Back in the alley, he had registered how she had become all detachted and stiff. Of course, what they had to do was uncommon and might create some awkard moments in the near future, but her reaction made him wonder if there was more to that than the simple uneasiness that every agent felt when personal and professional mixed in order to sell a cover. After all, they hadn´t really done anything; he himself had seen her and Deeks taking thing way further than that. Maybe she´s just tired and wanted to avoid any awkward debriefing conversations with Hetty. He let it go with this final thought and instead concentrated hanging back his suit so as to avoid any anger imposed on him by Hetty because of a ruined piece of garment he couldn´t care less about.
Meanwhile, Kensi enjoyed a hot shower to ease some of her strained and still tense muscles. After turning off the hot water and stepping out of the shower, her gaze fell on the reflection of her naked body in the mirror. Stepping closer, she discovered a few light bruises on her shoulder and along her collarbone where Callen had kissed her. Turning around, her suspicions where confirmed. In order to sell their cover, Callen had gripped her waist pretty hard, a place where she now saw another bruise forming. Although those were nothing compared to some other injuries she had sustained in her career as an agent, they triggered some deeply hidden memories within her.