This is going to be a two or three chapter story, packed full with as much Densi as possible. I thought about making it into a full on story, but I knew that wasn't really possible. I hope you all enjoy, and if you do, please review as always! =)

-Hazel

(Just a little sidenote- all sentences in italics are inner thoughts)

Kensi and Deeks sat in a hot parked car, which was sitting on the side of the road, baking in the California sun. The effects of a long stakeout were beginning to take the toll on the both of them, and Deeks was quickly losing his patience with his partner.

"Can you stop that? Like please?" Deeks asked, pointing to Kensi's foot as it tapped away impatiently on the floor of the car.

Her foot stopped moving and she tore her eyes away from the front window, shooting Deeks a stern glare.

"I'm just hungry," she stated matter-of-factly, not bothering to hide her mounting annoyance. They had been in that car for hours, with nothing better to do than stare out the window, waiting for their suspect to return home. At that point, it seemed like he never would.

Deeks interrupted her thoughts, and tried his very best to speak as gently as he possibly could. "Didn't you eat a burger already?"

She nearly flung at him in her own defense. "That was like four hours ago!" Collapsing back into the door, Kensi closed her eyes and let out a deep breath.

Deeks just smiled and nodded, trying incredibly hard not to laugh at her comment. Injecting some humor into the situation seemed like a good idea, so he went for it. "

Is it like 'that time of the month' or something? You seem a little agitated."

Kensi could hardly believe that he was asking her that. Recently they had been a bit more open to one another, sure, but Deeks was traveling into completely uncharted territory.

"Really Deeks? Did you seriously just ask me that?"

Her partner didn't seem phased. "You didn't say no," he added sheepishly, shrugging.

She punched him playfully in the arm, not meaning to inflict too much damage.

"Ow! That was uncalled for."

She grinned, seemingly pleased with herself. He was right though- her midsection was in knots. Suddenly an unexpected bought of cramps came on, and though she tried to breathe through it, Kensi couldn't wipe the displeasure off her face.

"Yup. I was right," he said with a smug grin, grabbing his water bottle from the cup holder and taking a long swig.

There was no use in hiding it anymore, so she finally consented.

Kensi threw her head back against her chair dramatically and grabbed her stomach. "I wanna kill someone, yet I also want a soft pretzel."

He laughed aloud at her sudden outburst, and then quickly furrowed his eyebrows in mock confusion.

"Isn't that you, like, every normal day?"

She shot him a death glare once more, and Deeks quickly turned his head so he was no longer looking her direction. "Right. Shutting up now."

The man didn't stay quiet for long though. It wasn't really his thing.

Sitting up to take a peek in the rearview mirror, Deeks caught a glimpse of himself and stopped for a moment to fix his hair.

"Do you like my new haircut?" He asked after messing around with it for a moment, turning his head in Kensi's direction.

"It looks exactly the same, Deeks."

He opened his mouth in mock horror. "Are you kidding me? This was like a sixty-dollar cut! I was going for a more professional look, ya know? Like, pro surfer on the weekends, but business professional during the week."

She chuckled and studied his face for a good minute, taking in his chiseled features and baby blue eyes. He was so goddamn handsome, but she swallowed those thoughts and opted for teasing him instead.

"The resemblance to Shaggy is still uncanny. You're a dead ringer, buddy."

She chuckled at her own joke, and all Deeks could manage to do was smirk.

"Ha-ha. Very funny. You know, there are many people that find all this-" he said, motioning around his face, "to be very attractive."

"Right. I'm sure that's the case." Kensi said with a playful spark in her eyes as she patted him on the leg. She definitely wasn't going to admit that she was, in fact, one of those people.

"I am very hot Fern- you just can't handle it."

She giggled before responding. "Oh is that the case?"

"Yes it is. Maybe I'm just not your type."

Kensi chuckled even louder the second time around.

"Ha! It's definitely not that. You are totally my type."

The moment the words escaped her mouth, she wished that she could retract them. There was a slight silence as Deeks stared her direction, his expression no longer one of amusement.

"What was that?" He asked, completely intrigued by her momentary slip up.

For a split second there, her walls had come tumbling down, and Kensi had given Deeks a peek into what she really had been thinking all those years of being just partners. But just as quickly as she had let him in, she locked him back out again.

"Nothing, Deeks."

That was Kensi's only reply as her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink and she swallowed hard, turning her head out the window.

Deeks wasn't ready to drop the conversation though. They had done that far too many times, and he wasn't sure when they would talk like that again. Rarely was he able to get her to speak so bluntly, so Deeks took the unusual opportunity and ran with it.

"No Kens. Please don't give me all that 'it's nothing' bullshit. I want to know what you meant." He spoke sincerely, and his expression was steadfast.

Kensi's heart rate increased to a nearly supersonic speed as she nervously ran one hand through her hair, wondering where their conversation was headed.

She laughed and threw her hands up in the air, only to let them collapse back down to her lap with a quiet thud.

"I don't know Deeks? What do you think it means?"

He didn't hesitate. "I think it means that I'm your type."

Pausing for a brief moment, Deeks shook his head, rewording his answer. "No, I think it means that you think I'm your type. I've known for quite a while, it's just taken a long time for you to finally figure it out."

Well that conversation just took a turn.

Kensi stared at him with wide eyes, not daring to say a peep. She wasn't even sure what her response was supposed to be- because she couldn't say what she was thinking aloud.

Yeah, you're totally my type. I mean hey, what am I kidding myself? You are like practically perfect, in every way. And you just told me that you've been waiting for me to figure out that you are, in reality, totally my type. So how long have you been thinking about this? Have you been thinking about us often? Because I have.

Nope- she definitely wasn't going to say that.

Kensi eventually shook her head with a tiny grin and glanced down to her lap. Deeks waited for her to say something more, but she was quiet. He considered asking again, but he could feel her struggling for words, so instead he just waited.

They both nearly jumped out of their seats as Kensi's cell phone began to ring on her lap. Breaking eye contact with Deeks, she quickly reached for it and answered the call as she read the caller- ID: it was Eric.

"Hey Eric! What's up?" Kensi asked into the phone, overly enthusiastic. She was partially thankful for Eric's call, but partially annoyed as well. Him and Callen both had a tendency to interrupt her and Deeks at rather unfortunate times.

"Um… Callen and Sam just picked up your suspect around the block. Did you guys not notice him? The security camera has him going to the front door, then stopping and making his way around the back."

"Uhh…" Kensi glanced up to a puzzled Deeks, then looked back out the window. "Nope. Missed him. We'll meet them at the boatshed. Bye."

She hung up the phone and dropped it to her lap, as if it carried some form of an infectious disease or something.

Deeks cleared his throat loudly, pulling Kensi back into reality.

"So I'm driving to the boatshed?" Deeks asked, dropping their previous conversation entirely.

"What? How did you know that? Did you hear what he said?" Kensi asked, way too defensive for her behavior to be considered normal.

"Um, no. You said it. Aloud." He replied, confused.

"Oh, right. Sorry."

Deeks kept his eyes on her for a moment before turning to face the road and starting the engine. Sadly, he knew that would have to wrap up their conversation at a later time.

And Deeks was going to make sure that they did.