I don't own anything. The title was also given to me by a close friend when she "denied" a boy's date offer (or in her words, "application"), so the title props to go her.

Kensi Blye stared distastefully at the mirror.

Stupid mismarked dress sizes. She grumbled to herself. The mark on the hanger was clearly a small.

On the rack, Kensi had found the little black and white dress adorable and charming. The fabric was light, the pattern was a simple mix of the two colors, and it curled around to form an elegant halter top. It was classy and sexy And it held a certain, special reminder. It was perfect for a first date.

Or for seducing a suspect.

She had promptly picked the dress off the shelf and dropped it into the cart before finding the nearest dressing room with the help of a smiling saleswoman.

It was only now that Kensi realized that dress was two sizes too small for her and was an extra, extra small instead of the small she had expected.

Perfect.

The once modest dress was riding up at an uncomfortable length and the fabric was stifling. Overall, there simply wasn't enough dress.

Kensi debated between getting changed back into her jeans and t-shirt or running out to find her proper size and possibly flashing an innocent customer before mustering up the courage to make a run for it.

Without another thought, Kensi dashed out of the fitting room and began the hunt of finding the nearby dress rack.

Once she found it a few feet away, she flipped through the dresses, reading the back tags rather than relying on the hanger size.

Come on, you have to be here, I need you for work...medium, large, extra small, large, large, large, medium, extra large...

"Kensi?"

Kensi froze for a split second. She would know that voice anywhere and in any time. She turned around, a casual smile on her face. "Deeks, how's it going?"

Deeks stood before her, tinted sunglasses on, hair shaggy, and smile saucy. "It's going well. What are you doing here?"

"Buying clothes, obviously," Kensi narrowed her eyes. "Why are you wearing sunglasses?"

"You find my shades intimidating?"

Kensi snorted. "More like emasculating."

"That hurt Kens, that hurt," Deeks said, slipping off his shades to reveal his baby blues eyeing her up and down. "Why are you wearing that dress?"

Kensi pushed back a blush as she put up a sarcastic front. Suddenly, the store felt much hotter than a few minutes ago. "I felt like it."

"You are aware that that dress is-"

"Deeks,"

"I was going to say off the charts."

"Sure you were."

"Changing the subject doesn't really answer my question."

"I can put on whatever dress I want to." Or maybe, lack of dress.

Deeks raised an eyebrow that seemed to read Kensi's mind. "I don't have any problem with your choice, but I'm pretty sure there are dress codes you have to follow. One of them being in stores." He nodded over to a young looking employee who was staring nervously at Kensi. "I told you that you were intimidating."

"I am not intimidating."

"That girl won't even come over here and ask you to take the dress off."

"Maybe she doesn't have a problem with the dress."

"Or maybe she does and she won't express her feelings because you're intimidating."

Kensi glared at Deeks. "Well, if you'll excuse me,"

"Don't you want the dress?"

"What do you mean?"

Deeks reached into his shopping cart and pulled out the exact same dress that Kensi had on, only the tag read small.

"Why did you have this?" Kensi asked, snatched the dress from Deeks.

"Why did you decide to pick this dress out of all the ones here?" He challenged.

Both of them knew why.

But neither would admit it.

"It looked cute on the rack." Kensi denied firmly, walking back to the dressing room.

"Come on Fern,"

"Don't you Fern me."

"You have to admit it!"

"Nope."

"You did once."

"That was a mistake."

"No, that was a Freudian slip that revealed the way you actually feel about me."

"Sure it was."

"You can only deny it for so long Kensalina!"

"Ugh!"

Kensi quickly dashed into the dressing room, cursing herself. Of course of all the places and out of all the times to be there, he would show up when she decided to buy the dress.

She just couldn't catch a break.

Deeks laughed to himself as Kensi entered the dressing room. The game between them was frustratingly intoxicating. He returned to his cart and made his way over to the checkout line.

The employee who checked him out was the same one staring at Kensi earlier.

"Did you find everything all right Sir?"

Deeks nodded. "Yes, thanks,"

"Do you have any coupons with us?"

"No."

"Would you like to sign up for coupons on email or sign up for a Kohl's charge card?"

"No thanks,"

"Okay,"

The girl continued ringing things up in silence for a few minutes, before saying, "Did that woman you were with take off that dress?"

Deeks laughed. "She's pretty intimidating, isn't she?"

"A little,"

"Yeah, she did."

"Okay, good,"

Deeks grinned to himself as he swiped his credit card. He knew that most likely, Kensi was going to buy that dress. How could she not? He was also sure that he would be teasing her about this for the next couple of days. Oh the memories.

Only his Fern would buy the same dress in which she had admitted that she was too, in fact "his type."

Not sure if you know exactly what dress I'm talking about, but it's the one in the episode "hoodwinked" where Kensi's at the club and accidentally admits that "she is too Deeks's type" in an effort to prove him wrong. Adorable!