Thanks to all who read, favourited, followed or reviewed. You guys put a smile on my face! As requested by bookdiva, here is a little undercover shot! Any requests or recommendations for future drabbles, you can PM me or leave it in the review you just know you wanna leave me!
How was he meant to concentrate when she kept running her foot up and down his leg like that? I mean, seriously, he was a professional but that was just mean.
"Eh, Jasmine…" He said to the dark hair beauty sitting on the stool beside him.
"Yeah." She giggled.
He smiled at the very un-Kensi like noise that had escaped her mouth. She leaned in closer to him, so his lips were almost touching her ear. She was definitely testing him. Fine, two can play at this. Undercover was his domain after all. He almost sighed. That was how this whole damn thing had started, him and his big stupid mouth. Every thing was a challenge to Kensi Blye.
"Can I get you a drink, sweetness?' He said softly. He felt her shiver as she felt his breath washed over her. Take that, Blye. His eyes scanned the crowd as she pulled back and turned her attention to the bar.
"Sure thing, hot shot." Her hand caressed the collar of his shirt. He looked down into mismatched eyes.
He leaned down towards her and her breath caught slightly in her throat. "That drink will have to wait, guys. Coast is clear. Remember in and out. Sam and I are in position." Callen's voice came over the coms.
"Done." Deeks grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the exit. She felt a thrill rise through her. Later, she scolded herself. As they approached the exit door, Kensi or rather Jasmine dropped her purse.
"Oooohhhh no." She bent down to pick her lip gloss and wallet which now lay at her feet. She caught her partner's eye and gave him a slight nod, as the security posted at the door made his way over to her.
"Here, honey, let me help." He said as he eyes swept over her.
Deeks suppressed a snort. He slipped into the corridor to the right and made his way directly to the office door. He could hear Sam's voice. "Come on, man. I'm here all the time. Don't make me walk all the way round to the front." Only moments later he was joined by Kensi. "Eric, code."
"Consider it done, my friend." Beep. He opened the door and they both slipped inside. Kensi made for the grey cabinet and began to pick the lock.
"Really, I mean who keep files on hand like this anymore."
"Oh I don't know. But to be honest, right now. I am all for it." He smiled his crooked smile. "Have I ever told you how seriously hot you are when you're picking a lock?"
Kensi couldn't help but grin. "Focus, Deeks." Even though she ever so subtly arched her back a little more.
"Kens…" Deeks warned.
"Err, guys… Do I really have to remind you that we can all hear you?" Callen interrupted. Kensi grinned evilly at him before she began to search through the files.
Deeks laughed as he rummaged through the desk for any evidence. "Oh I remembered. You know, one of these days I'm going wear my com home, just so you guys can hear... "
"Deeks!" Both Callen and Kensi exclaimed. If looks could kill, Deeks was a dead man.
"...what I have to put up with." He finished with an innocent look.
"Ah ha!" Kensi crowed in triumph, file in hand. "Ok, lets go."
"Damn, one headed your way, guys!" Sam's voice interjected.
Kensi looked to Deeks with panic in her eyes. She shoved the cabinet drawer shut. They both strode across the room and as the door began to open with a click, their lips met. Deeks stumbled back to the desk, bringing Kensi with him. She shoved the file in his suit jacket and curled her fists in the lapels, his hands in her brown waves.
"Hey, what are you two doing in here?!" They broke apart to find a very unhappy looking bouncer.
"Sorry, man." Deeks drawled. "Needed a little privacy, if you know what I mean?" He pulled Kensi closer to him as she attempted to fix her hair.
"You can't be in here." He motioned for them to leave the office.
"Ok, ok…we're going." Deeks grinned lazily as he wrapped his arm around her waist and began to lead them out the door.
"Phew." He breathed out once they were outside the club. Kensi grinned widely at him.
"Way to go method, guys." They could here the smirk in Sam's voice. "I mean I knew Deeks is a big fan of it…"
"It's the only way to go, I'm telling you..." He stopped in his tracks, watching as Kensi swayed her hips on her way to the car. He tilted his head in appreciation as he followed her lead.
"You should have let me drive." Kensi's voice travelled to the bullpen.
"Eh, I'll have you know I abide by all driving safety laws. Unlike someone I know."
"Excuse me…" Kensi voice rose ever so slightly.
"You guys, stop for coffee on the way back?' Callen looked up from his desk.
"Mister Sunday driver here…" Kensi started.
"Hold up there, Speedy McSpeederson." Deeks interrupted.
Sam rolled his eyes and sent Callen a pointed look.
"It seems true love doesn't run smoothly when driving's involved." Sam said wistfully. Callen chuckled while Deeks shrugged his shoulders in defeat.
"The file, Ms. Byle? Detective?" Hetty voice came from behind them.
"Seriously, Hetty. You have you show me how you do that." Deeks replied, as he removed the jacket and retrieved the file from the inside pocket.
"One day, Mr. Deeks. When you master the art of stealth." Hetty smiled.
"What you talking about? I am stealth."
"Here we go again…" Kensi sighed.
"I am the master of undercover work. It's a fact."
Callen and Sam laughed as Kensi narrowed her eyes at the blonde detective.
"I think we can call it a night." Hetty smiled. "Off with you all. I'll see you bright and early in the morning."
The small woman walked toward her office. "Oh and one more thing, Mr. Deeks?" She turned to face her team, now gathered in the corridor.
"That shirt is inside out."