Hey, readers of this tiny first chapter. Rewatched 4.04 and .05 (Dead Body Politic and Out of the Past) today, and Kensi was totally fixated on Deeks's butt. This is just how I imagine the night after .05. Basically banter that I'm planning to continue, hopefully soon. And I obviously don't own anything.

"Really kens? Last week with you checking out my butt, and then today with the total ass-grab in front of Chaucer? You'd think the rules on inappropriate touching would ring more strongly with you." Marty Deeks continued after his partner into the gym.

"What am I supposed to say, Deeks?" she countered.

"Well you could just admit that you have a thing for my butt. I bet that suit I wore to Tenez's dinner wasn't helping you deal with that issue either. Any more thoughts about me in the shower? Huh?"

She couldn't. There was nothing she could say to dig herself out of this hole. Damn him and his ass to the 9th circle of hell. Because the shower thoughts had only become more prevalent. And significantly less G-rated. She was screwed. She knew it and he knew it. And he hadn't even really latched on to her grab today. Things were going to get much worse before they got better. So she went on the offensive.

"Like my power suit wasn't making you think of presidential interns and the like."

"Fern, I never denied thinking about it. But I wouldn't want to be president. Much to difficult. Maybe surf club president. I'm sure I'd have lots of time for finely-attired interns. But I'd really need just one. Wanna get out of here? Nukes make me tired."

She'd never understand how he could make her melt even when acting like a total douche to cheer her up. "Just part of the charm I guess," she mused to herself.

"What's that Fern?"

Shit. Had she really said that out loud? Deflect deflect deflect. "Beer sounds great. Can we go to your house? Mine's a mess."

"What else is new Princess? And you know you're always welcome at Casa de los Deeks."

"Seriously?"

"What can I say? The Spanish works on some girls."

He was being an ass, just so she would smile after a killer day. He was kind like that. But, she conceded to herself, another grope of his ass would do just as well for her. Geez. She was a goner. Between his eyes and his physique, she'd been into him since they'd first met. But his personality and his intelligence only added to the package. And his butt was an added bonus. She was so screwed.