He was at her place at seven. When he knocked, she opened the door, looking pissed. Pissed and in a dress, he thought. Just how I like 'em. He smiled and her scowl went deeper.

"Is this alright?" she asked, motioning to her dress violently.

"It's perfect."

"Can I know what's going on now?"

"Nope."

"Deeks."

"Kens, I have saved your life multiple times. I'm not going to take you anywhere dangerous. What a waste of a good partner and hard work."

She clicked her tongue and shut the door behind her before she stalked to his car, leaving him behind. He shook his head and ran after her.

This is going to be fun.

He settled into the driver's seat before holding a piece of black cloth in front of her. "You have to wear this."

Kensi looked at him. "Seriously?"

"Mmhmm."

"No."

"Yes."

"Deeks."

"Kensi."

She studied his face before she grabbed the cloth with a huff. "Unbelievable," he heard her mutter as she was adjusting it over eyes. He smiled.

"You good?"

"Yes."

Deeks waved hand in front of her to test it out. Satisfied, he started the engine.

He dodged every one of her questions in the car ride until they came to the destination. He reached behind her and tugged the blindfold loose. "Here we are," he said. "Finally. I thought I would have to shoot you."

She glared at him. "You're lucky that I don't shoot you. Where are we?"

"Look for yourself."

She peered out the window. Her head whipped around to face him. "Deeks, what are we doing here?" He just smiled and drove up to a sign that said VALET. After he stepped out and handed the keys to a kid in a vest. He raced around to her side of the car and opened the door.

"Milady."

"Thanks," she said and rolled her eyes, though Deeks could see that she was fighting a flush.

He offered her his arm and she took it, faux-begrudgingly. They walked through the doors of the modern looking building. A woman in a dark blue jacket with the nametag "Barb" approached them with a huge smile. She looked at Deeks and then Kensi, smile never wavering. "Mr. and Mrs. Deeks?"

"That's us," Deeks said quickly, not looking at his partner, knowing that she would be mortified to be mistaken for his wife.

"Follow me," Barb said cheerily.

They followed Barb down a carpeted hallway and up a flight of stairs. Deeks felt Kensi's grip tightened on his arm. "Where are we going?" she whispered in his ear.

"You'll see, wifey," he whispered back. The pinch he got was worth it.

Barb stopped when they were in front of curtains. "Enjoy the show."

Kensi watched in confusion as Barb retreated. She turned to him. "Okay, I get where we are but, where are we?"

He chuckled as he walked up and pulled back the curtain. He watched it register and Kensi's mouth dropped. "Deeks…I…"

"I know it's not Broadway, but it's the best I could do short notice."

"It's a box."

"Boxes do seem to come up with us a lot, huh?"

"They're box seats."

"C'mon, Fern," he said, grabbing her hand in his, "or you're just going to stand there all night and miss the show."

He led her to a nice, red, velvet seat. She peered over the edge and could see the stage. "Oh, my God."

"You don't have a fear of heights, do you?" She gave him a look. "Just covering all my bases."

"Deeks," she said, an obvious question on her mind.

"Hmm?"

"How did you do this?" Kensi asked. "Are you some sort of secret millionaire?"

He laughed. "No. I wish. That would be awesome. No, no. A buddy of mine from law school owes me a favor."

"The phone call."

"The phone call," he nodded. He didn't mention that when he asked for this, Kirk told him, "She must be really special, Marty." He also didn't mention that he told him that she was.

"You did this because you read my bucket list?" He nodded again. "Why?"

"I was getting tired of Top Model."

"Seriously?"

He bit his lip. Why is she so smart, yet so oblivious? "In our profession, we don't know what day is going to be our last. No one does, but we tend to have higher stakes than normal people. And the fact that you have a bucket list that you have yet to finish is…well, sad."

"I'm always working. I don't have time."

"And you never will. Unless you make time. Which is what this is."

Kensi didn't get to reply to that because the lights were lowering and the show was starting. Deeks watched his partner's face as the first scene played out. He could see that she was in awe. He never really saw Kensi Blye's guard down in public and it was pretty amazing. Her eyes lit up and her mouth shaped a small smile. Her whole body was relaxed and Deeks couldn't help but stare.

Throughout the show, he would glance at her to gauge her reaction. He wanted her to enjoy her first musical; he wanted to make it perfect.

The love song came around and it took all he had not to look at her, until he felt a pair of eyes on him. He turned to find his eyes locked with hers. He fully expected her to immediately turn her gaze back to the stage, but she had that coy little smile on her face—the one she got when she was thinking about something. Then, that smile turned into a smirk and she focused her attention back to the stage.

He smiled to himself. Because that was Kensi. He could never figure her out, but he always wanted to know what she was about. Not that that made any sense.

When the curtain went down and the actors took their bows, the two partners stayed still for a moment, watching the rest of the audience file out of the auditorium below.

"Thanks, Deeks," Kensi said, breaking the comfortable silence they had created. "It was amazing."

"You're welcome, partner."

Kensi stood and ran her fingers across the edge of the box. "I've got to let it soak in, lock it in my memory, y'know? Don't really know when I'm going to do this again."

"What, sit in box seats?"

"See a show."

He didn't say anything to that.

She smiled at him and took his hand. "Thanks for this," she blushed; his heart thumped harder. "I already said that."

"I like it more and more every time you say it." He held his arm out and she took it and they walked down the hallway. They broke away when Deeks went to find the valet, leaving Kensi near the doors.

She turned when she felt a hand tapping her shoulder. Barb was there, smiling. "Did you enjoy the show, Mrs. Deeks?"

Just go with it.

"Yes, it was amazing."

Barb looked in the direction that her partner walked from. "I can always tell the ones that are in love. It's all in the eyes." Barb's smile went even wider, if that was possible, and she walked over to the bottom of the stairs, helping other patrons.

Deeks came and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Ready?" he asked. Kensi nodded, staring into his eyes. "What?"

Kensi shook her head quickly. "Nothing. Let's go."