Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS: LA or any of the characters.
A Day in the Life of Densi
The NCIS undercover ops building was quiet this morning, agents were slowly arriving to work, and hadn't really begun on any project that required much effort that early.
As the light streamed in through the practically impenetrable blinds the only sounds that could be heard was the occasional beeping of the much beloved coffee machine, the turning of pages, and a seemingly out of place whining that came from some intrusive chair. It was if its sole purpose that morning was to drive people crazy, or at least that's what she thought.
"Ughhh Deeks!" Special Agent Kensi Blye was running on little sleep, hadn't had her coffee, practically mandatory donuts and to top it off LAPD liaison Detective Marty Deeks wouldn't stop moving around in his equally annoying little, squeaky chair. These were the ingredients for a perfect morning - no doubt. Despite her usual tolerance of Deeks, she couldn't stop herself today.
"Ow! What was that for?" Deeks was startled from his daze, which was mostly him mentally revisiting their surveillance op from not too long ago, on the beach, with his partner in her surprisingly tiny pink bikini. "Throwing things at your partner isn't nice, Kens. Seriously - who throws White- Out?" It was hardly unusual for Kensi to get frustrated with Deeks, especially in the morning, but this time he didn't even do anything. "What's up, partner?"
"Sorry Deeks", instantly regretting her impulsive attempt at stopping the incessant noise that for once wasn't coming from Deeks' mouth, "I just haven't gotten much sleep and I'm running low on sugar, and you were noise in my head thanks to that chair".
Meanwhile, Sam who was reading the newspaper, glanced up, from the opposite side of the bullpen, at least he was trying to until Deeks and Kensi started being, well, Deeks and Kensi.
"Oh…" Deeks smirked as he realized "so basically I was all you could think about huh? Interesting Ms. Blye, very interesting".
Kensi scoffed, "Never mind, Deeks."
"Aww come on Fern, everyone goes through a Marty Deeks phase eventually, guess it's your turn" he saw Kensi glare at him, which would've been a warning sign for a normal man, but he was encouraged because he knew better. He could swear that he saw amusement in her eyes and that she would've grinned had she not purposely pursed her lips together.
Laughing, Deeks said "Let's go Kens, we can stop off at the convenience store, for some donuts, Twinkies and Reese's whatever your heart desires…I'll drive, let you daydream about me some more" he grinned widely, appreciating his own comedy.
"Deeks!" Kensi exclaimed out of frustration.
"That good already?" Deeks sprinted out of the bullpen with the keys to Kensi's Cadillac just before she practically jumped out of her chair to chase him. Partly out of excitement for finally satisfying her craving, partly to catch Deeks and steal her keys back, and of course, she couldn't help but play into Deeks' childish games.
"What are they doing?" Callen questioned, of Kensi and Deeks, walking into the bullpen with a cup of tea, courtesy of Hetty.
"Kensi was in a bad mood. Deeks was being annoying. Kensi reacts. Deeks makes a joke. Kensi glares. Deeks gives her food. They run out of Ops" Sam deadpanned as he was mostly amused by their antics but also bothered because they – yet again – managed to distract him from reading the newspaper.
Callen smirked at his partner, "So the usual then?"
"Pretty much". Sam looked up from the paper, "G?"
"Yeah Sam?"
"Do you think those two will ever –"
"– Hook-up? I have no idea" Callen interrupted.
"What? No – if they'll ever be partners like us? Why would you say that?" Sam blurted out, entirely confused and slightly startled by Callen's suggestion. After all, Kensi was like a little sister to him albeit more kick-ass than he'd originally imagined.
"Oh. Well. I dunno, I mean they have a different working relationship, I mean, they play off each other differently both at work and in general". He thought about his next response "And I just happened to be in the coffee room when some of the guys were talking about those two - together… so I guess my mind was still there"
"Hmm. Who said that?" Sam wondered.
"You know me Sam, got to protect my sources" Callen smirked again as he started on his paper work for the day.
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