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It was Friday night, and the club had never been louder, brighter, or more packed. Rock music pounded the walls, shaking the entire building. Strobe lights popped and jumped across the room. Streams of bodies danced, sweaty and without a care.

A woman sat at the edge of the bar, mismatched brown and hazel eyes scanning the room purposefully. Those eyes in particular were scouting the room for an alpha maler, someone worthy of her attention and time. Her dark, raven hair flowed down in royal ringlets, all strands perfectly in place.

Dressed in a sexy, barely there red dress, the brunette tilted her head up, staring curiously at a dark haired man wearing a black suit in the corner of the club.

The man slowly, meticulously strut across the room like a tiger stalking its prey, his eyes never leaving hers. Turning to the bartender, he said, "JD on the rocks, please,"

The woman glanced approvingly at the man. "Either you have the best sixth sense I've ever seen, or you've been watching me."

The man smiled charmingly. "A little bit of both." He looked the woman up and down appreciatively. "I'm Eli."

"Kayla,"

"Well Kayla, you are absolutely ravishing tonight."

Kayla smiled coyly. "Thank you,"

"JD on the rocks," the bartender announced, setting the drink down.

Kayla took a small sip. "So what do you do for a living?"

"I'm an attorney, work for the state as a defender."

Kayla grinned. "That must be a pretty interesting job. Protecting criminals?"

"It's a complex job, nothing interesting really. My job is far too boring to talk about at a place like this"

"A complex job has to be interesting. Now you have me interested."

Eli smirked. "I wish that were the case. It's just too intricate to talk about."

Kayla narrowed her eyes slightly, catching the slight jibe to her intelligence. "I took a criminal justice class at my high school."

"I bet that was more interesting." Eli said, completely missing the hint.

"Are your colleagues interesting at least?"

"Moreso than our work, yes," Eli agreed. "I must admit that I'm the best one there."

"Really?"

"Really." Eli confirmed. "So what do you do?"

"I'm a swimsuit model, work with a small, local company."

Eli raised an eyebrow. "I can believe that."

Kayla took another dainty sip. "I can believe you're an attorney too."

"So, what brings you here tonight?"

"Pleasure,"

Eli's grin turned hungry. "I have a similar goal as well."

He slowly leaned in for a kiss, Kayla reciprocating the action.

Suddenly, a glass of beer went flying through the air, its contents emptying themselves on the couple.

Both leaned back, beads of beer dripping down Eli's hair and suit. Hardly any had spilled on Kayla.

"Hey-oh, I'm sooo sorry."

Kayla snapped her head up at the voice, eyes slightly wide.

Eli glared up at the shaggy, blonde-haired man that had appeared, and stood up. "You need to watch where you're going. This happens to be a hundred dollar suit you just spilled your crap all over." He snarled.

The blonde only grinned, turning to a red-cheeked Kayla. "Is he really the best you could do?"

Eli pushed the blonde back, blocking him from Kayla. "You look at me when I'm talking to you. I'm an attorney. Don't think I'm above suing you for damages,"

"Oh no Eli, no one would ever think that you were above that." the blonde quipped.

Eli's eyed the stranger, recognition slowly coming over him. "Martin Deeks,"

Deeks grinned. "And I thought you'd forgotten about me, after I took your job and all,"

"You did not take my job,"

"You know what, you're right. That's the improper term. I replaced you. That is, until I decided to join the LAPD and give you your job back."

"Deeks,"

"Look, I would love to argue with you all night, but I believe I have better company to spend my time on." Deeks said, turning to the silent brunette.

Eli turned to her, confused. "Kayla?"

"Oh, is that what she told you? Did she also play the model-for-a-small-company card on you? That's her favorite one, I must say, reserved only for the doof who believes her,"

"What are you talking about?" He demanded, placing a hand on her arm. "Kayla?"

Kayla glared at Deeks. "When we leave,"

"I'd really appreciate it, Eli buddy, if you'd take your hands off my girlfriend."

"I'm not his girlfriend."

"At least exclusively," Deeks corrected.

Kensi turned to Eli, an apologetic look on her face. "I'm really sorry,"

"You actually know him?!" Eli's voice sounded a little bit higher than before.

"It's a long story,"

"One much too long to explain now, considering that we're leaving now."

Kensi glared at Deeks. "What do you mean?"

"We have a thing we have to go to, right now." Deeks said, blue eyes boring into Kensi's. "Yeah, that's right. We have a thing."

"We do not have a thing!"

"But we do actually have a thing, just not a thing." Deeks clarified. "So now we're on the same page?"

Kensi groaned, but nodded. "Yeah, I get it. We have a thing." She turned to Eli. "I have to go,"

Eli just stared at the two, completely unable to comprehend the speech of Densi.

Deeks winked. "See ya later Eli, we should do this again sometime, this was fun."

"Sorry," Kensi said, as she pulled Deeks away by the arm.

The moment they were out of the club, Kensi punched Deeks in the arm.

"Okay, I probably deserved that one."

"You think?" Kensi snapped. "Couldn't you see that I was in the middle of something?"

"You looked like you were in the middle of toying with an average guy."

"He was nice."

"I know Eli, and he's not nice. He tends to look down on women in general too, but he's not a very good attorney either. Overall, he's just a horrible person. Besides, you gave him your Kayla alias. You obviously weren't that into him."

"What if I was?" Kensi argued. "What if there comes a day when I find a guy I actually like? Are you planning on scaring him away too?"

Deeks looked down, surprised at how quickly that had escalated. "Well, you have to find that guy first."

Kensi sighed, realizing that they had walked into an awkward moment again. "Deeks,"

"Where are you parked?"

"Just down the street. Where are you parked?"

"I walked."

"You seriously walked here?"

"My house isn't too far away."

"It's well over a few miles."

"It's cute that you know where my house is."

Kensi scowled. "What's the case today?"

"Marine murdered in the park,"

"Okay, so nothing unusual."

Deeks gave Kensi a strange look. "That was so not classy."

Kensi shoved Deeks a few feet away as she hopped in her car. "Let's just get out of here,"

"And into your car? I don't know how I feel about that right now,"

"Just get in the car, Deeks."

"What if I don't wanna?"

"Then you'll be the one explaining to Hetty why we're late."

"You have a very dark side, Kensi Blye."

"And don't you forget it."

Deeks smiled broadly as he jumped in shotgun. "Let's go bust the bad guys."

"Deeks,"

""Let's go bust their,"

"Just stop."

"You never let me finish my sentences!"

"That's because I know what you're going to say." Kensi said. "I'm turning the music on now."

"Ugh."