Hello again my lovelies! Thank you, thank you, thank you for the wonderful reviews! You are all fantastic and I am hugging you all in my mind.

Sorry it took awhile to update, I didn't have as much writing time as normal. This chapter is a little different, but it is something I've had in my head for some time.

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Tierney

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS: LA. If I did, I wouldn't be excited about spending my free time organizing a library. A school library for goodness sakes! I need help...

Chapter 2: The Adventure of the Flirty Therapist.

"I hate you."

She had been staring at the same grey walls of the office for the past 15 minutes, trying to figure out why some idiot thought that grey was a soothing color while steadfastly ignoring her partner's attempts to engage her in conversation.

"Fifteen minutes and you have refused to talk to me and now you hate me? Where's the love?" Deeks tried to make her smile, but was faced with a very angry Kensi, the one that terrified him.

"This is all your fault." She said through gritted teeth.

Surprise covered Deeks' face as he looked around at their surroundings. "How is this my fault?"

"Really Deeks?" Kensi said exasperated. "Let's think back to about six weeks ago."

6 Weeks (And One Day) Previously...

Deeks walked into the familiar and, admittedly, uncomfortable, LAPD headquarter doors, nodding hello to the other detectives, only to receive death glares and eyes rolls.

"Gladys," he greeted as he approached a rather sullen looking woman playing solitaire at her desk. "You are looking lovely as ever."

"Cut the charm, Deeks," she scowled as she picked up the phone. "Lieutenant Bates, Shaggy's here to see you. Finally."

Always with the shaggy reference. Deeks smiled at Gladys, trying to wear down her very impressive evil eye. This woman could give Kensi a run for her money.

Suddenly, the office door opened, revealing a tired looking Bates in their midst. "Marty," he said with a strained smile as he shook Deeks' hand. "Good to see you, come in."

"Thanks," Deeks said, wary of Bates' admittedly odd behavior. "Care to tell me why I'm here Bates?" he asked, walking backwards into the office.

"Mr. Deeks," a feminine voice called from inside, shocking Deeks beyond belief.

"Who the heck are you?!"

Facing him, sitting on Bates' worn sofa was an attractive woman (a very attractive woman), brown hair pulled back into a tight bun, dark glasses giving her an air of superiority. This can't be good.

Dr. Mary Thorton, Mr. Deeks," she greeted extending her hand. "I'll be your therapist for the next six weeks."

"Whoa, wait, what?!" Deeks yelled, pulling his hand away as if he were burned. "I did therapy, I talked about the elephant in the room. I'm good.

Dr. Thorton smiled kindly as she looked to Lieutenant Bates' shrunken figure in the corner. "I see that you went through proper channels after your...incident, but I believe one more session would benefit, not only your professional life, but also your personal life."

Deeks laughed at her ridiculous excuse, "Yeah, cause six weeks is just one more session. Look lady, no disrespect, but I am doing great, personally and professionally."

"I am glad that you think so Mr. Deeks," she continued condescendingly. "But I cannot allow you to continue to work with the LAPD until you and your partner have at least six sessions with me to work out some kinks you might have in your relationship."

Oh no! This means trouble. "I'm sorry, my partner and me?" he asked, praying that he had water in his ears from his impromptu shower party this morning.

"Yes. I would like to meet with the both of you, considering the trials you've faced together." She stood up slowly, grabbing her things and giving Deeks a clear view of her...assets. "If you and your partner want to continue your job, I will see you at my office, 9:30 sharp." And with that she was gone, leaving only a small business card in her wake.

"Thanks for the support Bates," Deeks said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He quickly pulled his phone from his back pocket as he rushed to his car, ready for the mountain of donuts he was going to buy. His fingers worked double time as he sent his text.

"Hey Fern. Remember that favor you owed me?" Yep, he was a dead man.

"I was bombarded, I had no choice!" he defended, using his best puppy dog eyes to his advantage.

But Kensi had developed immunity to those very early in their partnership. "Ha! Yeah right. Distracted by Miss Big Boobs Skankface is more like it."

"Hey it's Doctor Big Boobs Skankface and she is not that bad."

Kensi scoffed at his remark and rolled her eyes. "Deeks, last time I was worried you would have to arrest her for public indecency. Either that or give her directions to the Playboy mansion."

Deeks rolled his eyes, and stayed quiet for about two minutes...quite the feat for him considering his track record, "Why do you hate her so much?"

Kensi stared back at him, clearly in shock, "Seriously? You are seriously asking me this question?" she asked incredulously. "Deeks the woman has been throwing herself at you since our first session! She calls you Marty and me Miss Blye, her blouses have gotten lower and lower and her skirts shorter and tighter. Not to mention the times she has suggested that if you find a woman your life would be better. I have every right to be jealous of Skankface, Deeks."

Deeks stared at her for a moment with a stunned expression on his face, "Wow, she really is bad isn't she?"

Suddenly the door in front of them opened, answering Kensi's internal question of Playboy or arrest. Arrest it is. "Miss Blye. Marty." Dr. Thorton greeted with a giant smile at Deeks.

Kensi and Deeks smiled politely, slipping past Dr. Thorton and into her drab office. Kensi pushed herself against Deeks, whispering quietly in his ear causing him to swallow hard, his breath catching slightly. "Care for a little wager, Marty?" she asked seductively, pausing a little longer than necessary before moving slightly to gage his reaction.

To Deeks' credit, his discomfort only showed for a moment before his signature cocky smirk took its place. This was their favorite game to play in public. Try and see how uncomfortable you can make the other before they change the subject or run for the nearest cold shower. It didn't work nearly as well in private, for obvious reasons. Deeks mirrored Kensi's actions, leaning down until his lips were brushing her ear. "Name the terms, Sunshine."

"Marty, Miss Blye, please sit down," Dr. Thorton greeted kindly, oblivious to the exchange between her patients.

Killjoy, Kensi thought, sitting down close to Deeks so that their legs were brushing.

Dr. Thorton sat back in her chair, straining her too tight button up shirt to the max. This woman could give Benedict Cumberbatch a run for his money. "So you two, this is our last session."

Hallelujah, Kensi thought, trying to hide the smile she wanted to share with the world. Six weeks of torture was finally over.

"I figured with this session we could address some tensions the two of you may be experiencing in your work relationship," she continued pulling her notebook slowly out of her bag. "Everyone has arguments with anyone they spend a considerable amount of time with, and I want to address those with you in order to work through them and make your work relationship stronger and lasting."

Kensi and Deeks stiffened. Their whole relationship was based on teasing and arguments. How were they suppose to choose just one?

Deeks was emboldened by Dr. Thorton's brazen behavior and decided to take the leap. Maybe he could finally get the upper hand on Kensi for once, "No we're good. Why would I have any problems with a junk food hoarder?" Kensi's shock was palpable. He knew he was going to pay for this later, but for now… "I absolutely love finding wrappers in my desk and in between the cushions of my chairs. Oh, and getting yelled at for eating one Twinkie, one Twinkie, now that is just adorable."

"That was one time Deeks!" Kensi yelled. Her food was a touchy subject and now he was going down. "It was my last Twinkie ever! Ev-er! I was saving it for a bad day and you stole it from my desk! My desk, Deeks! Every heard of personal space?"

"They are making Twinkies again, Princess," he continued. This was much more entertaining than he had imagined. "Do you see what I have to deal with?" he asked, giving his puppy dog eyes to Dr. Thorton, making a shy smile cover her face. "I have a food hoarder as a partner and don't get me started on everything else she hoards. I'm planning an intervention," he finished in a whisper.

Kensi had finally reached her limit. Not only was he mocking her eating habits, which weren't that bad, but now he was purposefully flirting with Skankface. This was war. "Food hoarder is better than having the most immature partner on the Earth." This was dangerous territory, but he brought this on himself. "His favorite movie? A cheerleading movie."

"Hey, that is comedy gold," he defended quickly; surprised she would bring up this sore subject.

"Oh please. You just like that one character's hair," she replied with a scoff.

"I can appreciate great hair when I see it," he said as he brushed a piece of his own curly locks to the side. "And that is not the only reason I love that show."

"Oh really?" she challenged with a grin. "Let me guess, it's his two car garage?"

Deeks gave an audible gasp at her words. "That is crossing the line Kens! It is not that bad!"

"Are you kidding me? I can park a tank in each one. They are huge!"

"Nostrils are supposed to flare Kens. It's what they do!" Their voices were rising quickly, but their eyes were dancing with glee.

Dr. Thorton quickly changed the subject, nervous that the session would get out of control and they would kill one another. "Okay, those... those are great examples, but I was hoping we could focus on work related problems."

Deeks couldn't let their game end that easily. He was finding this too entertaining to stop now. "Oh, I understand. So, problems like practicing shooting targets in the groin for fun? I mean who does that?"

Kensi rolled her eyes. Why this was such a big deal to him she didn't understand. "It is a perfectly understandable thing to do, Deeks. In fact, I believe I am doing the world a great service."

"How is castrating a man a great service?" Deeks asked incredulously.

Kensi sat up a little straighter, taking a deep breath and putting on her best patient voice, "First, I am stopping a, most likely, very dangerous criminal from roaming the streets and hurting innocent people. And two, I am preventing moron's like that from procreating. I am making the world a better place, one ball at a time."

That's my girl. "Touché," Deeks said with a grin.

This seemed to be the endgame of their charade. One would concede defeat and then they would grin at each other like idiots.

Dr. Thorton cleared her throat, steadfastly ignoring the growing tension between her patients. "While I'm glad you can find humor in this situation Miss Blye," she began with a frown, "I believe we need to discuss your position in your partnership and its negative effect on it."

Kensi stared dumbfounded. Not only because she was the one accused of using humor at the wrong place and wrong time instead of Deeks, but also because of the look of disgust and anger on the good doctor's face. "I'm sorry, how am I negatively affecting this relationship?"

Dr. Thorton gave her a scrutinizing glare, as if she were sizing up formidable competition and planning how to destroy her, "You don't trust your partner."

"Excuse me?" Kensi could only imagine the look of sheer disbelief that must have been on her face. She trusted Deeks more than even he knew and this woman doubted that.

Dr. Thorton smiled menacingly. She had her between a rock and a hard place, now to watch her squirm. "Let's look at your track record Miss Blye," she said as she pulled out a file. "Your father died when you were a teenager. Tragic. Your fiancé left you after a very short time back home from his tour, and your last partner was shot after being kidnapped. Not to mention all the partners you were assigned to before you started with your current team."

Kensi stared forward, her jaw clenched as she tried to ignore the ache in her heart that Dr. Thorton's harsh words brought.

Deeks, however, was livid. This was Kensi, Wonder Woman, and this woman thought she could break her without a fight? If she wouldn't fight, he certainly would. "How does this affect our partnership exactly?"

Dr. Thorton's smile softened slightly at his words, but her eyes remained cold. "Miss Blye, correct me if I am wrong, but wouldn't your partner, Dominic Vail, be alive if he knew he could trust you with the information that got him killed?"

Kensi continued to stare forward, her eyes empty, as if she were trying to push back an assault of memories which threatened to attack her.

But her lack of response didn't bother Dr. Thorton. If anything, it emboldened her brazen behavior. "And, Miss Blye," she continued with a hungry look in her eye as if she were a predator stalking her prey. "Wouldn't you say that your fiancé, Jack Baker, would have stayed with you and worked through his severe PTSD if he felt that you trusted and cared about him? I don't believe that most people leave their fiancé's on Christmas Day if they actually loved them."

Deeks couldn't believe it. This was the lowest blow anyone could deliver. He took a deep breath; ready to eventually hold Kensi back after the rant she was about to give. But, to his surprise, the room remained silent. He quickly looked over at Kensi to see why she wasn't reacting to the lies the doctor was spewing, and he received his answer. It was written in her face, the defeat that colored her eyes and her beautiful frame slouched and broken. She wasn't fighting back, because she believed it. She believed she was the reason for the worst pain in her life.

Dr. Thorton leaned in ready to deliver the last blow to Kensi, hoping to break her completely, "Your track record speaks for itself Miss Blye. You can't trust any of the men you should have. What makes you think you actually trust your partner?" She leaned in closer still, her words dripping with malice, "Want to make bets for how he's gonna leave you, too?"

At these words, the flame was rekindled in Kensi's eyes, their dark depths burning with anger. "I will accept the wrongs I did in my past," she began, seething, "But don't you dare, for one second question my trust in my partner." Her voice rose as she stood, towering over Dr. Thorton in both height and demeanor. "I trust my partner with my life, enough to let him pull me out from a bomb. I trust him with more than I have in a long time. I trust him with everything. Don't think for a second you understand Doctor. I'm afraid that much thinking might hurt your head," she finished, placing one finger against Dr. Thorton's forehead and pushing it back. "Deeks, I think it's time to discuss the terms of our... agreement," she said as she sauntered out of the office, leaving a very proud Deeks and a thoroughly furious Dr. Thorton in her wake.

Ten hours later, and Deeks was finally home, nursing a cold beer as he sank into his very comfortable couch. He was trying to listen to Tyra's insistent babble, while ignoring the beat of the techno currently blaring from his bathroom, when there was a slight knocking on his front door.

He slowly rose, knowing that if he left his Chinese food they ordered waiting on the doorstep, Kensi would kill him. But as he opened the door, he was shocked to see Dr. Thorton standing in the doorway, a seductive look on her face, her normally tight bun gone, replaced instead with big curls looking as if they were about to overcome her and devour her head. Her dress was shockingly short and tight, leaving very little to the imagination as to what it was covering. She raked her eyes over Deeks appreciatively as she stepped closer to him, quickly cutting across the line of personal space, "Hey Marty."

Deeks stared at her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. This was not possible.

Dr. Thorton took advantage of his silence, "Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked as she licked her lips and closed the distance between them, her body pressed upon his.

Deeks quickly moved aside, allowing her entrance and freeing himself from the awkward situation. This was the lesser of the two evils at least. "Dr. Thorton," he said, trying to get his voice to a normal level and hide the shock he felt. "What are you doing here?"

"Please, Marty, call me Mary," she said as she looked around his apartment, luckily missing the hot pink bra hanging from the floor lamp. Kensi's favorite holder for her rack holder as she called it. "I figured since I only have ten minutes left as your therapist, we could get to know each other on a much more intimate level." Mary invaded his space again, leaving him more uncomfortable than he had been in while.

His discomfort in the situation only increased as the door of his bathroom swung open and his scantily clad partner emerged, her voice off key as she swung her hips to the techno in the bathroom. "Turn me on with your electric..." her voice trailed off slowly as she tried to understand what was happening in her front of her as she danced in booty shorts and a tank top, "Dr. Thorton, Didn't expect you here so soon."

Deeks tried to shut Kensi up as he dragged his hand across his throat quickly, hoping she would get his not-so-subtle signal.

But it was too late, Dr. Thorton finally figured out what was right in front of her face for the past six weeks. "You are a pig!" she shouted as she stormed to the door, whipping her hair in Deeks' face as she passed.

"Wait, wait," Deeks pleaded as her grabbed her wrist and turned her back to him. "You are still technically our therapist for the next ten minutes, so does that mean that this is still under Doctor/Patient confidentiality?"

The moment the words left his mouth, he knew what was coming. Sure enough, Dr. Thorton's hand whacked his face with a surprising amount of force. She turned back and ran out of the door without a second glance.

"Oh, Deeks," Kensi sighed as she came to rest behind him, her chin on his shoulder. "You really should learn never to bet against me. That's $70 for her coming over, $30 for the slap and dinner tomorrow because she hit you with good reason," her smile spread fully across her face as she smacked his backside lightly and made her way back to the couch, "Get the beers Shaggy, I'm thirsty."

Out a hundred bucks and the hundred she was likely to spend at dinner tomorrow, he still smiled. At least he had this gorgeous woman lounging on his couch.

Just wanted to say a few things about this chapter; One: Yes I am referring to the hilarious movie Fired Up! The two-car garage thing was in the commentary so I have no right to that genius. Two: Thank you to my brilliant Brother, Ty, and his girlfriend (and my best friend) Mariah, for the word Skankface. It's the best word ever.

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