Okay, I think this was a missing scene from the last NEW episode of NCIS: LA, Anonymous. I felt like, with the opening scene where Sam and Kensi were practicing their knife fights and Sam suggested Deeks challenge her to a fight, there needed to be a closing scene about that. This is, in my opinion, what should have happened.

When Hetty sent Callen, Deeks, and Sam back to the dressing rooms to get out of the sharp tuxedos, Kensi was just emerging, dressed back in her street clothes.

"I see that the 'evil stepmother' caught you trying to leave in your beautiful ball gowns, huh?" she laughed. "I should have warned you to use the back door."

"There's a back door into this place?" Deeks asked curiously. "Where is it? I've never seen it."

"Trust me, Mr. Deeks, there are more entrances to this building than you can possibly imagine," Hetty assured him, walking into the room. "Now, get out of my tuxedos this minute!"

As Sam changed behind a partition, he had a brilliant idea. "Hey, Deeks, why don't you challenge Captain Blye in a knife fight," he suggested. "I'd like to see how fast she could take you down."

Deeks answered from the dressing room next to Sam's. "If she's still here when I get out of this damn thing, I'd be glad to challenge her!"

"Oh, she's still here," Kensi called from somewhere nearby. "And she'll happily accept your challenge."

Deeks walked out of the dressing room, wearing nothing but his jeans and boots. Kensi was standing right in front of him, and the sight of him shirtless visibly disconcerted her. She had never seen her new partner without his shirt on, and now that she had, she didn't think she would ever look at him the same again. Marty Deeks wasn't completely chiseled, but his arms were nothing but skin and muscle. His chest was tight and tanned, and he had a slightly-visible six pack.

"Good to know you're not afraid to face me, Fern," he teased her, finally pulling a shirt on over his bare chest.

"Mr. Deeks, the dressing rooms are for getting dressed in, not getting partially dressed in," Hetty reminded him. "From now on, use them for what they are intended."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied obediently, winking at Kensi.

Callen emerged from his dressing room, holding his tuxedo on its hanger. "I'm placing my money on Kensi," he declared. "Sorry, Deeks."

"And to think I was going to spend male bonding time with you!" Deeks said, glaring playfully at G.

"C'mon, kids, let's go watch Deeks get his butt kicked," Sam told everyone, coming out of his dressing room with his regular clothes back on and his tuxedo in his hand. "Or rather, get his butt stabbed."

"Very funny," Deeks said seriously.

"I'm gonna call Eric and Nell," Callen announced, pulling out his phone. "They're gonna want to see this."

Within five minutes, everyone was assembled in the gym to watch Kensi and Deeks go at it with the training knives that sent painful electric shocks through whatever they touched. Kensi grinned at her blonde, shaggy-haired partner, confident that she could beat him in a matter of seconds. He, too, was smiling mischievously, and something in his bright eyes made her wonder if he was going to be harder to take down that she thought.

"All right, on the count of three, go," Sam said. "One…two…three!"

When Sam said "three", neither Kensi nor Deeks made a move, except to slowly being circling, always facing each other.

"What are they supposed to be doing, exactly?" Nell asked Eric quietly.

"I'll explain later," he whispered back.

Suddenly, Kensi charged Deeks, trying to get a blow in on his stomach. Instead, Deeks jumped to the side and delivered a quick blow to Kensi's lower back. She yelped in surprise and whirled around to hit him while he wasn't expecting it. Once again, Deeks avoided her attack and did a small front flip forward, getting a blow in on her lower calf as he did.

"What the hell?" Kensi gasped, hopping up and down on one foot for a moment to shake off the pain in the leg. "You're good at this!"

"I never said I wasn't," Deeks replied smugly. "You just assumed!"

"Have you been trained in knife fighting before?" Callen wanted to know, folding his arms across his chest.

"You could say that," Deeks replied, expertly dodging an attack from Kensi. She had faked to the right and then gone around to attack him from the left, but he had dropped down and flipped her over his back. He pinned her body down with his, making sure that her right hand couldn't move at all. His knife was centimeters from her throat, and she was helpless.

"Who were you betting on again, Callen?" Deeks wanted to know, staring down at Kensi as he spoke.

"You beat me!" Kensi couldn't believe it as Deeks stood up and offered her a hand. She accepted it and allowed him to help her up, but she got to her feet, she tried attacking again. Deeks was still too fast; he grabbed Kensi's wrist, twisting it until she dropped her training knife and whirled her around so that her back was against his chest. He brought the knife around and stopped it an inch from her neck.

"I win?" he asked her.

"You win," she agreed, breathing heavily. "And I declare you the official champion of knife fighting."

So, what do you think? I was thinking of adding ONE more chapter…review, review!