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So here is chapter 2! I thought I would make this one a bit more fun since the last one was slightly depressing :) Enjoy!
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"I'm getting real sick of it. I don't know how much I can take it."
"Come on, Sam. It's kinda funny to watch. I mean, look at them."
"I don't wanna look at them, G. And I sure as hell don't want to listen to them anymore." Sam paused, glancing at the younger agents in the corner bickering, Kensi's voice carrying across the space as she snapped at Deeks. "You should be just as concerned, you know. You put down 8 months on the bet. You're about to loose some money if they don't get together in the next week."
G Callen stopped, turning to glance at his partner. Sam folded his arms, smiling at G smugly. "I was so sure the sleeper agent case would do it last month." G muttered, shaking his head as the two headed there way, Kensi looking extremely irritated as Deeks trailed behind her, smiling and muttering something in a teasing tone.
"Just shut up about it, alright? I'm done with this conversation. Done!" Kensi snapped, dropping her bag near her desk, seating herself in her chair and turning away from Deeks.
"All I'm saying is, you could do a guy a favor. I mean, just throw my name into the conversation. Talk about how cute I am-"
"I am not setting her up with you! I will not put her through that kind of torture!"
Deeks opened his mouth to say something before a high pitched, annoying whistle sounded. All four of them turned, glancing up at Eric as he declared that they had a case. Sam watched Deeks and Kensi walked up the stairs, still arguing. He turned toward Callen before heading up himself. "It didn't. And if you don't hurry up, you're out 70 bucks."
Callen frowned, irritated as he walked up the staircase after his partner. Maybe he should step in...
The first case he interfered by persuading Hetty to have them stay in a hotel as a couple for the whole two nights, waiting and staking out the suspect from there.
Deeks came back waving around the number of the female masseuse at the spa, grinning cheekily as he bragged about her soft, soft hands. Callen hated the smug look on Sam's face.
The case after that he had them pose as a couple out at the club. Took his turn smiling at Sam as Kensi and Deeks danced, Kensi's body pressed against Deeks and Deeks hands all on her waist. "Money is mine." He bragged, leaning back in his chair before the suspect headed out the back door and they had to move.
Sam grinned at him later as Deeks came in after Kensi, looking irritated. "We were supposed to be a couple out on the town. Maybe you shouldn't have been all smiling and flirting with the guy at the bar!"
"What money?" Sam asked, strutting past him and laughing.
By the time the 8 month mark rolled around, Callen was feeling pretty low about his chances at the money. In fact, he had all but given up on the two younger agents getting together on his time line. And it wasn't the bickering that got to him, it was Sam and his cocky attitude and smug smiles.
Until they got locked in the evidence locker of the F.B.I during a case. Nell would have had them out in an hour tops, but Callen had snuck her a twenty to make it last a couple hours longer. So he waited, sure this would do it.
"Really, Mr. Callen?"
G turned, glancing down at the tiny Hetty Lang as she watched him through narrowed eyes. "Is there a problem, Hetty?"
"This sort of behavior is beyond you. I let it go when you stuck them in that hotel and had them at the club, but locking them in a room for several hours?" Hetty sighed, shaking her head slowly as the older agent folded his arms.
"Nell was having a hard time with the security. I can't help that." He said, shrugging. She gave him a small smile, tilting her head to the side and watching him for a long moment. So long it made him squirm. "Come on, Hetty. You can't tell me the bickering and fighting isn't getting you too. I mean-"
"You want your money, from the bet you and 15 others in the office made. Quite a pot going there."
Callen shifted, folding his arms and sighing. "I'll tell Nell to let them out."
"Very good, Mr. Callen." Hetty smiled, patting his arm as she walked away. Callen sighed, shaking his head.
There went 70 bucks.
"You know, I think we should never tell them. Callen basically put us in a four star hotel for two days just to get us together. Its like a nice little vacation." Deeks said, grinning as he opened the bag, changing quickly into his pajamas. He turned, watching Kensi pull some shorts and his old LAPD tee shirt on. She turned back toward him, pulling her hair up and tying it into a messy bun.
"Except we're working." Kensi reminded him, walking past him toward bathroom but stopping as he caught her around the waist, pressing a kiss to her neck as she giggled.
"Michaels just took those two women into his room. I think he'll be held up in there for a couple hours. So..." He pulled her to him and pressed another kiss to neck before dipping down, searching before he pulled out what he was looking for from his bag. "I think we should enjoy our hotel room." He whispered, holding out the familiar fuzzy leopard hand cuffs and smiling at her. She laughed, shaking her head at him as he gave her a suddenly serious look. "It's what Callen would want."
She smiled, watching him give her a pleading look as he twirled the handcuffs. "Only," She muttered, reaching out and snatching the handcuffs from him, slowly backing away and pulling her shirt over her head, "if you promise to never, ever mention Callen when were about to jump into bed again."
Deeks nodded, his hands finding her hips as she straddled him. "I'm sorry, Agent Blye." He said, giving her another lingering kiss. "Are you going to spank me?"
All that he heard was Kensi's delicious laughter in his ear.
Oh, she was teasing him now. Just teasing him and trying to break him. Or kill him. He wasn't sure.
She knew how he felt about that dress. She had bought it just because of how much he had gone crazy over it. Short and tight, it hugged her in all the right places and showed off her dark, long legs. It took everything he had to focus on their suspect and not grab her and take her to the coat closet and rip that dress right off her.
And now she was dancing all over him. Her hands were all over him and... God dammit if she hadn't put on his favorite perfume too.
He squeezed her waist as she turned, her back against him and he heard her laughter in his ear. "You're killing me here." He whispered into her ear, squeezing her waist tighter as she pressed against him more, laughing.
"You said to put on a show." She said, turning and wrapping her arms around his neck, playing with the hair on the base of his neck. "Just doing what you asked."
"You're the devil." He snapped, laying his forehead against hers, his lips so close to hers he could almost taste her. "The devil and I hate you."
"I'll remember that when we get home tonight. And here I am wearing this dress just for you."
Her fingers ran down his chest before glancing over his shoulder at the sound of gunshots. "Well, we gotta go."
She slipped away, grinning at him before heading toward the back door, pulling her gun from the strap around her leg. He groaned, shaking his head before following after her.
"So..." Deeks muttered, shifting uneasily in his seat, glancing at Kensi and then back at Hetty. "Are we in trouble here? Because... I mean... we didn't do anything to get locked in there-"
"Oh, I know Mr. Deeks." Hetty said, taking a long sip from her tea before looking between the two agents. "I think we both know who was behind that. Or at least behind the four hours you spent in there."
Deeks glanced at Kensi, sharing a knowing look before looking toward Hetty. "Um..."
"You know, don't you?" Kensi muttered, running a hand through her long curls. Hetty stayed silent, watching the young women as she squirmed in her seat. "You know and you know about Callen and his little plans."
Hetty smiled, taking another sip of her tea as Deeks stared between the two of them with wide eyes. Looking slightly panicked and cornered as the team leader nodded slowly, laying her hands on the table.
"I believe this has been going on for... 5... 6 months?" Hetty said slowly, watching the two of them.
"Um... see, we... ha... it's-" Deeks stuttered nervously.
"Seven months." Kensi corrected.
"And it is not technically against the rules-" Deeks started, but was quickly cut off by Hetty raising her hand.
"I'm not here to reprimand you, Mr. Deeks." She assured him, smiling kindly at the two. "However, I do think perhaps it is time to tell your other team mates. Mr. Callen's little shenanigans are getting a bit... distracting. So..."
"You want us to tell Callen and Sam." Deeks said slowly, shifting nervously in his chair again. "Um... I don't... we..."
"Alright."
"What?" Deeks muttered, turning toward his partner and raising an eyebrow. Kensi glared at him, rolling her eyes.
"We eventually were going to have to. I mean, what did you expect?" Kensi muttered, shrugging and then turning back to Hetty before Deeks could cut her off. "We'll, um, we'll tell them."
"Very good." Hetty said softly. "That's all."
Kensi nodded, quickly shoving Deeks out of his seat and heading back toward their desks. Hetty grinned as she heard Deeks and Kensi argue all the way back to their desks, enjoying another sip of her tea.
"How the hell did those two go for seven months-"
"That puts me for the money! I said that it was going to happen within three months of when we all set up the bet so..."
"No way. You were together for two months by the time your guess."
"Better than you! You guessed another year."
"Eric," Sam snapped, cutting off the several agents gathered around Eric and Nell, "just tell us who won the money, alright? I mean, I think we all know who guessed right-"
"Who? You?" Callen muttered, rolling his eyes at his partner. "If anyone was closest it would be-"
"Me, Mr. Callen."
All ten agents turned, glancing at the small, smiling team leader. She stepped forward, moving past the several agents gathered before holding her hands out to Nell.
"What?" Callen asked, looking affronted as Hetty folded the money carefully, tucking it away in her pocket. "You... you weren't even involved-" He started, ignoring the agents that walked away, grumbling and muttering to each other as they left, leaving Sam, Eric, Nell, Hetty and him behind.
"Actually, she put in 50 dollars... that they were already together when the bet was taken... so... Hetty won." Nell pointed out, grinning as Callen continued to stare at Hetty in disbelief.
"And you knew, when I put them in the hotel, when they went to the club..." Callen muttered, glaring as she watched him, looking amused and smiling. Sam was already shaking with laughter, watching his partner pout.
Hetty slowly walked out the door, pausing only to say, "Don't worry, Mr. Callen. You still have a chance to win on the bet on Ms. Jones and Mr. Beale."
The door closed behind Hetty, but not before she heard a stuttering Eric trying his very best to make that possibility sound completely ridiculous.
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