Author's Note: First attempt at a fanfiction. Its just a simple two-shot so if this sucks, I can improve in part 2! Huge, ginormous thanks to Cortexikid for all the amazing help and encouragement—she is amazing! I am not at all a good writer, just wanted to give this a try. If it sucks, let me, be brutally honest! It helps me improve! Please Review! Enjoy(:

Disclaimer: *Sigh* I'm one of the many dreamers out there…noo they don't belong to me…

"Why….why…WHY?" I sniped, my voice emulating that of grating steel.

"All part of the job, baby..." a suave tone answered in a smooth, breathy murmur on the other end of the comm.

Having to watch my partner shamelessly flirt with women in trashy gowns and even trashier makeup made the contents of my stomach travel north. The slight lean they used to expose their...ahem…assets and the low, seductive resonance their voices took made my hands clench into tight fists, my nails creating crest-moon shapes in the heels of my palms.

"Can you just focus on the target so you can get out of there," my eyes squeezing shut in a feeble attempt to dispute the disturbing images from my mind. I could feel eyes narrow, focusing intently on the soft blur of sun-bleached blond hair, my eyes then shifting to the vision of more skin than clothing approaching him.

Unfortunately Deeks irritating good looks caught our fish. Hook. Line. Sinker.

"What's this I hear? Is the unbreakable, unbeatable Kensi Marie Blye...jealous?" Deeks asked, his voice retaining a egotistical smirk as his eyes veered toward the advancing target.

"Shut the hell up Deeks," I muttered, my thoughts trailing to plans of revenge that involved my steel-toed boots connecting with a vital part of a certain detective's anatomy.

Just as the last muttered word slipped my tongue, I heard Deeks voice pick up.

"Hello gorgeous..."

I watched as his signature lazy grin spread across his face as he blatantly let his eyes roam over a platinum blonde-haired siren whose devilish green eyes took in Deeks hungrily.

"Well, well, well, you look lonely…care to buy a girl a drink?"

"Only if said girl is willing to return the favor," Deeks voice taking on a deep, throaty tone that involuntarily set hot chills down my spine.

Once again my thoughts travelled forward to the nuerotic LAPD liaison, only this time my mind conjured up sinful fantasies that I prayed wouldn't magically reach Deeks' brain through the stratosphere.

"I do believe we can work something out…" The blondes' crimson lips turning up into an enticing smile.

Hearing her voice, I slipped out of my forbidden fantasyland, once again aware of the situation at hand. My nose wrinkled in disgust as I listened to the feckless savage seduce my man…err…my partner...

"Enjoying yourself there partner?" I questioned through gritted teeth, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"That sounds…about right," he intones answering me and Ms. Boobs-Which-Are-Way-Too-Big-To-Be-Real simultaneously.

His response caused me to suck in a sharp, frustrated breath.

Oooh…I swear if tomorrow Martin Andrew Deeks happens to be found in the morgue, you better believe I'm going to skip town.

"Just get a freakin' name from that damn mongrel...and this can all be over..."

"How about you relax, and grab a drink," Deeks suggested in nonchalance, effectively addressing both me and Frankenstein's Slutty Bride. His utter calmness made me want snip each of his vocal chords in half.

"So, sweetheart," Deeks said casually, "do ya know why I choose to spend my evening with you? You're a gorgeous woman, clearly one with connections..." his eyebrow lifting suggestively.

Finally…we are getting somewhere…

"Well…it depends on what you were thinking, Mr. Collins," her voice lustrous and deep as she dragged her black-cat claws from Deeks jaw to collarbone.

"I think you know exactly what I'm refering to sweetheart," Deeks's normally, soft laughing baby blues, becoming piercingly somber as his eyes settled on the conniving vixen's.

"Well you don't beat around the bush.." she breathed in consent, "Nicholas Agostini," she said finally, her words becoming a short, sultry whisper.

At last…

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