This story is an fanfiction of ncis la. about how Kensi Blye and Marty Deeks met on a blind date. She is a agent. And thinks he is a lawer. He is a detective who thinks Kensi is a journalist.

I have permission to do this story from starvingstudent so that is why especially the beginning is almost the same. i changed some things in the beginning and after that almost everything changes.

My first language is dutch and not english so there can be a couple mistakes here and there. Have fun reading this.

kensi pov

When I agreed to go on a date with a lawyer, is this not exactly what I expected.

I expected a nice man clean cut. Suit. fancy restaurant. A certain lever of pride and arrogance.

From all the previous experiences that I had with lawyers had been all of that.

But as I stare across the small table at the man, my friend convinved (forced) me to go to a blind date with, I am starting to wonder if this is a joke. He can't be a lawyer.

I am wondering how offensive it would be is I ask for comfirmation, only to find out if he actually is a lawyer. In my history of bad dates, this could actually make a new record for the shortest one ever. If I would ask that.

The blond, shaggy haired man across from me - who I believe may not own a comb - beats me to it. "I really am a lawyer," he says.

I immediately start to defend myself. "I wasn't.."

But I also get the feeling he is lying about his job.

He cocks his head. His hair shifts with the movement, so I can actually see the raised eyebrow. And his blue eyes sparkle, reflecting the ligt of the restaurant and.. Oh shit. I like this look. I like it a lot. Soo...

"Fine, i totally was," she comes clean. "You don't exactly look like a typical lawyer." I hope my words aren't too harsh. My friends keep telling me i need to be gentler.

deeks pov

Now it's my time to joke. "Well, I'm not you tipical, every day lawyer," I respond smootly.

It's her turn to raise an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Lawyer by day, superhero by night," I declare with a smile.

She laughs. "Impressive," she plays along. "What kind of superhero stuff do you do?"

"World saving, mostly." I smirk. "May save the occasional damsel in distress if the situation calls for it."

Kensi rolls her eyes, but she's stille smiling. "Sounds fascinathing."

"Probably more fascinating than working sixty hours a week or more at the Public Defenders' Office, trying to juggle twice as many cases as I should be handeling at one time," I say with a slight tinge of self-deprecation. I lied to her I am not a lawyer but a detective. But this is my cover story so i have to lie.

I had made her laugh before, but now she's actually interested in knowing more.

She leans forward. "What made you choose the Public Defender's Office?"

I sit up a little straighter, she noticed it. But I am proud of my reason. "I wanted to help people."

She looks like sheconsiders him for a long moment. "It's why you became a lawyer," She surmises. "To be a public defender."

I sit back in my chair and nod.

She offers me a soft smile and a nod. "Good for you."

It's my turn to consider her for a long moment. "Thank you." I sit forward again. "I think Mindy said you smoggling drugs?" That is why I went on this date. I had to my boss said she was a possible drugs smoggler. And I went undercover because I also know her friend.

She glares at me for my misinterpretation of her job. "I work as an journalist I have to travel a lot, my friend always jokes that I smuggle drugs with me." she laughs

"Sounds fun." I say. But I can see she is lying about her job because I am trained to see that.

"Well, it is when I make news by day, and be a superhero by night." She can't hold back her smile as she copies my earlier statement.

I laugh openly and nod my appreciation. "Surprised we haven't bumped into each other. You know, with all the superheroing going on."

kensi pov

I laugh and reach for my water glass, taking the opportunity to delay any response she needs to make with a sip. He's sweet and funny and I really like his eyes, and he really is a lawyer. I think. By day and night.

But he had no idea I'm lying about my day job. And he has no idea the superhero by night joke is closer to the truth then he would ever guess.

I hate lying. And I hate that I'm so damn goos at lying. It makes her job easier, but her private life harder.

"Hello, folks, sorry for the wait," their waiter announces himself as he appears beside their table, showing up just in time to prevent me from having to say anything further on this particular conversational train.

We place our drink orders and hear the specials. By the time our drinks arrive, we have order our dinner. The food is good and the company better. I can't rememver the last time I laughed to much. The unusual lawyer across from her is smart end witty and fun. I lets down het guard and a little more of the real Kensi comes out than I normally allow.

When we finish our meals, he offers to pay for them both, but doesn't seem off put when I pay for myself.

"So..." Deeks starts as they make their way out of the restaurant together.

"So," I echo.

Deeks smiled lazily at me before cocking his had ever so slightly and yup. I wtill really like this look. "I had a really good time tonight, Kensi."

"Me, too," I say honestly.

"can we do this again?"

I smile softly at him. I'm not one for second dates. And when I had agreed to a date with a lawyer to make my friend happy, I had definitely not expected to be looking forward for a lot of more dates with him. "I'd like that."

"Friday?"

We get close to my car, and I open my purse to search my keys, so I don't have to answers directly. Work was pretty busy. I was lucky to be free tonight.

"Uh, I'm not sure what my schedule is going to be like for the rest of the week..."

He narrows his eyes ever so slightly.

deeks pov

I narrow my eyes slightly. I think she isn't a drugdealer or smuggler but I do have to admit that sounded suspicious.

It's her turn to say what she thought I was thinking before he could say anything. "I want to see you again," she says boldly, and then she blushes. I think so hadn't meant to be quite so open. "I just... Can I call you?" She asked.

I actually smirk at her words.

She huffs. "Okay, that might sound like a cliché line-"

"The most cliché line," he cuts in, Still smirking away, Then he cocks his head. "Well, maybe the second most cliché line. The first one is-"

"But," she continues, cutting me off, "I do mean it." She pulls her phone from her pocket, unlocks it and holds it out to me. That doesn't look like a burner phone the drugs smugglers use. "Make yourself a contact. that way I cannot claim to have written down your number wrong."

I take her phone and only pause long enough to pass her his before entering his personal information in as a new contact.

"So, when you call and confirm that you're free to go out with me. What did you want to do? Dinner and a movie?"

She raises an eyebrow. "And you think I'm the cliché one?"

I purse my lips for a moment. "Don't clichés become clichés for a reason?"

"Probably."

I hesitate ever so slightly. "Would it be too cliché if I...?"

She shakes her head.

He closes the gap between them and ducks his head down to kiss her. It's a sort kiss, just long enough to not be chaste, and...oh. There's that feeling again. I pull back and smile at her. I think I begin to like her.

She smiles back as her heart thumps in her ribcage. It's been a long time since I've felt anything like this.

"I'm relly glad we did this," He says.

"Me to marty." She breathes. "Me too."

kensi pov

I am now on my way home. I really liked the kiss and really want to go on the second date friday. Let's hope I will be free then.