A/N: Hello everyone!
In this story I'm going to be posting some of my favorite drabbles I've created, based on prompts that were sent to me via tumblr! Enjoy:)
-Hazel
Anonymous: Could you write how the team finds out about their relationship by accident?
"It's gonna be fine," Deeks says as he walks beside Kensi into OSP. "No one is gonna notice anything."
"We work with a group of highly trained federal agents. Of course they'll know something's up."
"They'll only know if I do something like this…"
Grinning widely, he drapes one arm across both her shoulders as they approach the bullpen.
"Deeks!"
She instantly shrugs out of his grip, grabbing his hand and pulling them both into the burn room. Kensi slams the door shut, her eyes wide.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
Deeks shrugs. "Nothing, from what I can gather. I just like you."
"I like you too."
"Yeah? I appreciate the clarification, but you already made your feelings pretty clear last night," he says, smirking.
Kensi narrows her eyes. "Shut up."
"Easy there, Kensalina. What's gotten into you?"
She takes a step forward. "Me? I could be asking you the same question! You need to cool it, Deeks."
"Why?"
"Because they'll know."
"I don't think that's bad, necessarily."
"It is bad."
"How?"
"It'll throw off the team dynamic."
"That's stupid. We work in duos, remember? You're my partner. As long as I can keep my hands off of you up in ops, we should be safe."
"Deeks!"
"What?"
"You're like a thirteen year old boy with his first crush."
"I certainly don't feel like a thirteen year old boy. At least eighteen."
He winks. Kensi's wants to slap him and kiss him, all at the same damn time.
She settles on neither.
"Come on, Deeks. We've gotta devise a plan."
"A plan? Since when are you organized?"
She pauses, cocking her head to one side.
"Are you enjoying this?"
He snorts, waving a hand in the air.
"So much actually, you have no idea-"
"I'm gonna kill you. I think this falls under the category of justifiable homicide."
"I sure as hell hope not. I just got you, Fern. I don't wanna loose you yet."
He's teasing- but at the same time, he's totally not.
Without a second thought or single moment of trepidation, he drops a quick kiss to her lips.
She's shocked, but doesn't pull away quite as much as Deeks is expecting her to.
"What are you doing?"
"Kissing you."
"But… we're…" Kensi trails off as he presses another short kiss to her lips, interrupting her sentence. She's completely losing her train of thought, all because of him.
"Work, Deeks. We're at work."
"I know. But nobody's around right now, and I just…"
He kisses her. Again.
Kensi knows that she should make him stop, but she really doesn't want to.
"This is highly unprofessional," she murmurs, wrapping both arms around his neck.
Deeks shrugs. "Possibly."
He presses Kensi up against the door, her back banging slightly against the metal.
Bad idea.
"Someone in there?"
Kensi and Deeks both freeze, their eyes popping open as they practically jump away from one another.
It's Callen.
"Uh… yeah! We're just…" Deeks scratches the back of his neck, looking around the room. "Burning stuff!"
"You're burning stuff?"
Dammit. It sounds like Sam is there too.
"Yeah!" Kensi hollers back, grimacing.
"What was that sound, then?"
They can almost hear the guys smiling through the door. Clearly they know something's up.
"I, um… I tripped!" Deeks says, the words managing to sound incredibly uncertain as they escape his lips.
"Tripped? Really?" Kensi mouths, both eyes bulging.
"I don't know what you want me to say here!" Deeks whisper yells. "Clearly we're not burning stuff so- ow!"
She punches her partner in the arm, forcing him to buckle forward.
"You guys good?"
"Yeah, fine!" Deeks croaks out.
There's a pause, a long moment of silence.
"You both know that there are cameras in there, right?"
Kensi and Deeks' cheeks redden as they hear Sam and Callen snicker, the sound easily carrying through the door as they walk towards the bullpen.
Deeks lifts both shoulders up to meet his ears, giving Kensi his best, most beaming smile.
"Does this mean we're busted?"
