"Kensi, you're up." Callen was looking at the bar when he said it.

Kensi followed his line of sight and saw a sight she didn't like at all. Deeks was waiting to order a drink with a tall, blonde, attractive girl basically hanging from his arm. She could tell he was uncomfortable with the whole situation, but the girl looked like she was on a mission.

Kensi turned back to Sam and Callen. "Hey, I went last time. I think it's your turn now."

"Which one?" Sam questioned, moving his finger between himself and Callen.

"I don't care; either!"

"No, I really think it's your turn." Callen pressed, eyeing Kensi as if trying to perform some Jedi mind trick.

"Why?"

"He's your partner." Sam replied, completely in sync with Callen.

"I thought we were a team?" Kensi was really starting to get annoyed with this.

"Out in the field we are a team. Any other time he is all your responsibility." Callen smiled, knowing they were on the road to winning.

"Great, so you have my back when it suits you?"

"No, we have your back all the time. Shaggy over there is a different story. Now get cracking, or you will have a partner doing the walk of shame into work tomorrow morning." Sam put an end to the arguing, nodding to Deeks, who looked extremely desperate to get away from the random girl.

"Are you saying he's actually interested in that girl?" Kensi tried to play the question off, but did a very poor job.

Both Sam and Callen smirked, knowing that a yes to that question would bring out a very jealous and angry Kensi.

"No, I just meant that Deeks thinks of himself as a nice guy, so he will sleep with her just to be nice and not break her heart." Sam reassured. It seemed to work as Kensi let out a breath, looking over at Deeks again.

"Just go save Deeks from himself Kensi. We will mind your spot." Callen smiled mischievously as Kensi got up from the table and strutted over to the bar. She could definitely turn on the charm when needed; it's what made her such a great undercover agent.

"Hey babe!" She over popped the 'b' while she slid her hand up Deeks' back and into the hair on his neck.

"W-w-what are you doing?" He was shocked by her behavior, but didn't push Kensi away. He didn't want to keep talking to the other girl, and he definitely didn't want Kensi to remover her hand (or body).

"Just wanted to make sure you remember to get extra lime in my drink. Forgot to tell you at the table, even though I know that you know how I like it." Kensi was playing with the front of Deeks' hoodie, slowly moving the zipper up and down his chest. "Hi." She looked over at the girl who was trying to get Deeks to come home with her. "I don't believe we have met. I'm Fern. How do you know my boyfriend?"

Deeks looked at Kensi after she had finished talking, smirking at her boldness. Clearly he had not played the 'playing it cool' card well, so his partner was bailing him out. Again. Truthfully, it was almost worth getting hit on just so Kensi could drape herself all over him and shoo the girls away.

"He's your boyfriend?" The girls looked stunned, and started to move uncomfortably under Kensi's stare. "I-I didn't know. Sorry." She started to walk away.

"No problem sweetie. Have a good night." Kensi practically yelled the last part as the girl walked behind their backs and toward the exit. "Seriously, why can't you ever just tell these girls you aren't interested?"

"Why would I do that when my partner does it much better than me? I think we are getting the hang of this. Maybe next time you should kiss me though, you know, make it more believable." Deeks wiggled his eyebrows as the bar tender handed over the drinks.

"Next time Sam is going to bail you out, so you will need to talk to him about the kiss. Not sure he would agree somehow. But hey, what do I know? We should just ask him."

"Kensi-" He yelled, but it was too late.

"Hey Sam? What are the chances of you kissing Deeks?"