A/N: Really short one-shot! Compromising positions 'r' us!
Disclaimer: About the only thing I own is my tumblr *my precious* But I definitely don't see any NCIS: LA =\
Deeks froze suddenly; the growl was quiet, but dangerous, and coming from below his waist.
"Will you stop fidgeting? This has hard enough without you squirming around like a 6 year old!"
"Sorry," he mumbled, resisting the urge to shift once more. Comfortable though the seats of the car were his awkward position was causing his legs to cramp.
There was a yank on his right pant leg, followed by an impressive stream of swears. It would have been informative – there was definitely a few new combinations of words he'd never heard of before – had he not been the one they were directed at.
Kensi crawled from her contorted pose on the floor of the vehicle back to her seat; her face was flushed, and her hair was plastered to her forehead.
"Seriously, Deeks, this is in no way normal!"
"I'm sure it happens to lots of people," he mumbled. Leaning back as far as he could, he surveyed the problem. Her ministrations hadn't improved the situation … in fact, it seemed to have gotten worse.
Kensi snorted, raking her sweaty hair back from her forehead. "Oh, yeah, I'm sure there's hundreds of reports of people getting their pant legs tangled in the gas pedal.
Reaching under her seat, she pulled out her bag and began digging in one of the pockets.
"Dare I ask?" Deeks asked warily.
"I'm doing what I should have done, ten minutes ago," Kensi muttered, taking out a small pair of scissors.
"You're going to cut them!"
She shot him an evil look. "Its this or you have to slide your seat back as far as it will go, take your pants off, and untangle the damn things yourself."
Deeks swore. As embarrassing as this situation was, having Kensi see his devil horn underwear was asking for months of blackmail. "Fine."
"Wait, are you pouting?" Kensi laughed, poised with the scissors.
"Less chat, more cut. I don't even want to think about what Sam would do to me if he saw you with your head in my crotch."
They slunk into the mission, both praying it would be mercifully empty, and stay empty. It seemed that Deeks' bad luck streak was never ending, when Sam and Callen stopped in front of them.
"Umm…" Callen laughed, turning briefly to look at Sam who was still gaping at the pair. Both were sweaty and flushed, Kensi's hair was sticking up in all directions; their clothes were dishevelled; and … was Deeks' pant leg torn?
A speculative smirk formed on Callen's lips. "So…"
