(Kensi in bed. Sees text message.)
Deeks: You home safe?
Kensi: Yep. You?
(Pic message arrives. It is Deeks in his boxers, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, holding his phone, smiling)
Kensi: Really. That's meant to entice me?
Deeks: No, it's photographic evidence that I am home in my underwear. This relationship has to be based on transparency. Truth.
(Pic message arrives on Deeks' phone. It is Kensi, lying on her back, cleavage in full view, her hair on her pillow, her tank top barely covering her belly button. Black panties.)
Deeks: (starts video call)
Kensi: (rejects video call)
Deeks: That is cruel.
Kensi: You started it.
Deeks: Come on, I want to hear your voice.
Kensi: No.
Deeks: No?
Kensi: Let's milk this once-in-a-while sex embargo thing for tonight. Just texts.
Deeks: My thumbs hurt.
Kensi: LOL
Deeks: Alright. Fine.
Kensi: Something romantic about the written word. Calls are fine, but having to read and reread words often unsaid, that's rare in this day and age.
Deeks: I completely agree.
Kensi: Us, for example. You managed to get me into bed without so much as a love letter. Shame, shame, shame.
Deeks: Wait a second.
Kensi: And you know it.
Deeks: I am apalled.
Kensi: Hahaha
Deeks: And frankly a little disgusted.
Kensi: Disgusted?
Deeks: Kensilina... my sweet, sweet girl.
Kensi: What?
Deeks: When was the last time you opened your kitchen cupboard?
Kensi: What does that have to do with anything?
Deeks: Ugh, what was I thinking.
Kensi: What are you talking about?
Deeks: Of course you don't open the kitchen drawers and cupboard, you always order take out. And you dont wash dishes.
Kensi: You lost me.
Deeks: Put the phone down. Go to your kitchen now. Open all the cabinets and drawers.
(Kensi jumps out of bed. Heads to her kitchen and opened the top cabinet. The canned meats and condiment bottles are covered with post its.
"Your smile makes my day"
"Kensi, I adore you"
"I went to bed last night smelling my jacket because it had your scent on it"
"I like it when you nibble on my ear"
"Don't ever let anyone tell you you are anything less than special. I will kill them."
"You were my first thought this morning")
(Kensi opened the bottom drawers and there were more post-its on the detergent bottles and cleaning supplies
"Use me. Both the soap and the man. Haha."
"My dear sweet messy Kensi."
"If you read this, I am thinking of you"
"I am yours. Signed, Marty Deeks"
"Call this number for the man who worships you 555-6778"
"I ache for you, Kens")
(Kensi clutched on all the notes and sat on the floor. She started to cry.)
(She went to her room. Got dressed. Went straight to her car and drove to Deeks' apartment)