This is my first NCIS: Los Angeles story. Densi. :)

I own nothing.

Anyway The Wind Blows

"Come on Kensi, it's one drink. Take a chance for once, live a little!" Deeks was pushing her buttons a little at a time. The smirk on his face let her know that he was out to get her.

"Fine, Deeks. Fine. I will go have a drink with you." Kensi brought herself to her feet and threw her brown leather bag over her shoulder. All day Deeks had asked her the same question over and over again. He wanted to go on a date. Although he wouldn't admit it was a date Kensi Blye knew better.

"I'll see you at seven!" he called from his desk, feet propped up and hands folded behind his head.

"Ah Mr. Deeks, I see you have finally managed to talk Ms. Blye into going on that date." the voice behind him made him jump, placing his feet back on the floor quickly.

"It's not a date Hetty." he mumbled, eyes covered by his shaggy blonde curls. She patted his shoulder affectionately before shuffling to her desk.

"If you say so Mr. Deeks." Seven o'clock found Deeks standing outside Kensi's house tapping a beat on the door.

"I said I'm coming." a voice growled from the other side. The door swung open, revealing Kensi dressed in a flowing white tank top and dark jeans. Her brunette curls fell over her shoulders and down her back, framing her face.

"You look nice Kens." Deeks commented, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Thanks." He could see the blush creeping onto her cheeks as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"So my lady, are you ready to go?" he held and arm out and she hesitantly looped her own through it.

"Where exactly are we going Deeks?"

"It wouldn't be any fun if I just told you, now would it?"

"You expect me to go into a place called Glitter? Deeks it's probably a strip club!" Kensi threw her hands up in exasperation, glaring in Deeks direction.

"Calm down it's not a strip club. Not all of it at least." he added, cringing when her icy glare came back to him.

"Well that's just great Deeks. Our first date is going to be in a stripper bar."

"Woah lady, when did this turn into a date?" Kensi froze, what the hell did she just do?

"I know this isn't a date, I was just trying to amuse you." she snapped, throwing her door open. He followed her into the crowd gathered outside, taking her hand and leading her to the front.

"Deeks there's a line, you can't do this." he laughed loudly, patting her arm.

"My dear, you might not be able to do this, but I've had many identities over the years. You'd be surprised with what I can get away with." Kensi rolled her eyes and followed him to a large man at the front of the line. When he saw Deeks he smiled broadly and called in a booming voice.

"Nicky my man. It's been a while since I seen you around here." Deeks shook the mans outstretched hand and pulled Kensi closer to him.

"it's good to see you Tommy. I'm just taking my lady here out for some fun tonight. It's our first date." he added with a wink. Kensi pursed her lips and sharply elbowed Deeks in the abdomen.

"Ow!" he rubbed the sore spot with his free hand before gesturing towards the door.

"You mind if we head inside Tom. She's getting pretty restless out here." he said with a nod towards Kensi. The larger man gave a husky laugh and pushed the door open for them.

"Go ahead. And don't be such a stranger next time." he called.

Inside the music was thumping loudly, girls dressed in short skirts and leather shirts decorated the table tops. Kensi grimaced and elbowed Deeks again.

"This place is disgusting." she huffed, following him to a table that seemed unoccupied.

"Hey, you said I could pick the place." Kensi balled her hands into fists.

"I said to pick somewhere we could get a drink, not have someone else's ass shaken in our face all night." The grin on his face irritated her even further as she placed the order for her drink.

"I should have known you were a beer girl." Deeks commented as the bar maid left them alone once more.

"And how's that?" she asked, cracking open a peanut an popping it into her mouth.

"Um, well." he began nervously, tapping his fingers on the metal table top.

"Yes?" she pushed, enjoying the panicked look he now wore.

"I guess it's because you're not like normal girls." Kensi dropped the peanut she had been holding.

"Excuse me?" she demanded, leaning closer to him. Deeks swore he could see the smoke coming out of her ears.

"Come on Kens you know I didn't mean it that way." damn, this hole was getting deeper with every word.

"Then what did you mean?" she demanded. Deeks took a deep breath and looked straight into her eyes.

"What I meant was, you're different than most girls. You can kick a grown mans ass, you're good with a gun and you just don't seem like the type of girl that drinks those fruity things."

"I'm not." she stated, sipping her beer with new found dignity.

"I didn't think so."

"So, pretty good for a first date right?" Deeks was teasing her again, his arm wrapped around her waist.

"Eh, wasn't bad. I've had better though." she sniffed.

"Yeah but not with me. What's your type anyways?"

"My what?" she asked, stumbling slightly.

"Type. What's your type?" she thought for a moment, putting a finger on her chin.

"My type," she began, "is someone tall, good looking for sure. Nice hair is also a plus."

"So basically, you've been waiting for me all your life." he finished. Kensi laughed out loud, clamping a hand over her mouth.

"Um no, deffinately not."

"Ouch. That burns Kens."

"Sorry." she giggled. They stopped outside of her house, his arm dropping from her waist. The end of the contact disappointed her slightly. She shrugged the feeling off and turned to him.

"Do you wanna come up?" she asked. The shock on his face was clearly evident as he stood there with his mouth agape.

"Sorry, maybe next time then." she said with disappointment when he didn't answer.

"No, no! I want to come up. Please." he exclaimed, realizing his mistake. A small smile crept onto Kensi's face as she led him inside. She flipped the light on and tossed her purse onto the table.

"You want a beer?" she called. Returning with two cold bottles in her hand.

"Thanks." he said, flopping onto her couch.

"Please, make yourself at home." she said sarcastically, taking a seat beside him. They sat and watched Kensi's television, paying little attention to the sitcom flashing on the screen.

"Kensi, can I ask you something?" Deeks asked quietly, picking at the label on his bottle.

"Hmmm?"

"What was your dad like?" Kensi's eyes flashed and her head snapped up.

"Why?" she said in almost a growl. Deeks responded by pointing to the picture on the entertainment center. It was of her, a little girl with pigtails and two missing front teeth and her father, his hair still dark and curly.

Relaxing slightly she rested her feet in Deeks lap and finished her beer in one last swig.

"He was one of the smartest people I knew. It amazed me all the different things he knew about. He was caring and sweet." her voice cracked on the last word as she furiously tried to blink back tears. Deeks pulled her into his lap and rubbed soothing circles on her back.

"Thank you for telling me about him. He sounded like a great person." She sniffled slightly and smiled.

"He was. You remind me of him, you know." Deeks raised an eyebrow leaned back, letting Kensi's head rest against his chest.

"And how's that?" he asked, lips brushing against her hair.

"You're caring and brave. You speak your mind and you're impossibly stubborn." they both laughed, their bodies melting into each other ever so slowly.

Sleep slowly took over as Deeks felt Kensi's body grow heavy atop his own. Looking down he saw her eyes were shut and her breathing had become shallow and even. Pulling a blanket off the back of her couch he covered the both of them, pressing a tender kiss to her temple.

"Goodnight Fern."