Some Like It Hot!

By Phillydi

Chapter 2

Well, it seems many of you enjoyed the first chapter and wanted to read more…. Sooo have fun with Kensi and the boys!

Callen, Sam and Deeks are glued to the floor of the NCIS shooting range, hiding in the darkness like dirty old men watching a peep show behind a one way window. None of them have been able to close their mouths yet. It's been a long time since they saw this much skin and sex directly on display in wild and utter abandon.

Below them on the gym floor, Kensi and her certified Zumba instructor are swaying to the beat of the pulsating Latin rhythm. Kensi has on a skimpy black denim bra and coral cargo pants with one leg rolled all the way up to her knee. When Kensi found the clothes in her locker, she shook her head and smiled. Hetty had thought of everything! With her hair falling down the back of her neck in ringlets, her sweat is shining openly on her décolletage, dripping down her face and into her heaving cleavage.

Kensi smiles shyly at her instructor and enjoys dancing to the infectious music with this extraordinarily handsome man. His magnificently ripped six pack abs are on full display as he is naked above the waist. His sculptured hips, butt and thighs aren't too bad either, Kensi decides. The man hasn't even broken a sweat and his breathing is still calm and even after a full hour of hip grinding. Amazing specimen, Kensi muses.

The two dancers follow the music with a series of cross-back lunges and a side cha-cha which completes the salsa moves. It ends with a round of booty bumps.

"Now, that is hot," Deeks slowly draws the words out as he stares at his beautiful partner in work and in play. His breathing is coming in short, excited gasps every time Kensi rocks her hips side to side. Deeks is pretty sure he just died and went to heaven.

"Who's the Ricky Martin wantabe?" Sam asks as he points to the instructor.

"Jeez, I hope this guy's gay too," Deeks wonders out loud.

"You keep thinking that Deeks, if it makes you feel better," Sam chuckles.

"Let the music move you Senhorita Kensi," Roberto says as he stands closely behind her. "Just free your mind and before you know it the magic of the music takes you with it." He wraps his hands around Kensi's waist.

"Like this Roberto?" Kensi asks, reproducing the dance step and admiring the man's….well everything.

"Like this Roberto?" Deeks imitates Kensi's voice and the way she flips the hair out of her eyes. "Do you believe this?" He spits out in disgust.

"I think the green-eyed monster is getting the better of you Deeks," Callen says without taking his eyes off of Kensi's swaying hips.

"Me? I'm not jealous," Deeks insists. "So the man can dance…big deal. Anybody can do that….stuff there." He points down into the gym.

"Ah, huh…whatever you say," Callen smirks and crosses his arms over his chest.

Deeks stands quietly, mesmerized by his woman's graceful moves. Kensi is tapping her foot from side to side, and suddenly grabs Roberto's hand, hops and flexes her ankle to the calypso beat. Ok, so maybe he is feeling just a little bit intimidated by her Latin impresario.

"She's a natural, don't you think gentlemen?" Hetty stands quietly next to her agents.

Deeks gives a startled jump, as he looks down on his diminutive boss. Why does she always have to sneak up on him like that?

"Sorry Mr. Deeks, did I break your concentration?"asks Hetty.

"It looks like Deeks may have met his match, Hetty," Sam drawls.

"Oh I doubt that Mr. Hanna. Mr. Deeks can be very resourceful when he needs to be, can't you Mr. Deeks?" asks Hetty with a twinkle in her eye.

"Ok, now you guys are making fun of me," Deeks points both fingers at the group. "But Kensi can see through all the flash and glitter," he states his case. "I just need to be plain ol' Marty Deeks…that's more than enough for her."

"I don't know, after today you may have to be the new and improved Marty Deeks if you're going to compete with that guy," Callen points to the Zumba instructor.

The music and dancing has finally stopped.

"Looks like the show is over for today," says Sam as he leaves the shooting range. Callen and Deeks follow but Hetty stays behind and watches her agents gather on the gym floor.

Kensi and Roberto are gathering towels and gym bags as the team enters the room. Callen gives a round of applause to Kensi and Sam joins in. Deeks props his hands on his hips and stands behind them giving Roberto the evil eye.

Kensi turns to face her audience and shakes her head.

"I can't believe you guys were watching us!" She exclaims.

"Not bad for someone who doesn't know one dance step from another," Callen teases.

"She was amazing, was she not?" asks Roberto.

"Oh, I still have so much more to learn," Kensi giggles as she waves her hand and smiles at Roberto.

"I don't know, Deeks here says anybody can do this dance stuff," Sam says.

"Oh, he does, does he?" Kensi looks around Sam to find Deeks tight lipped and steaming hot. "So you guys think anyone can do this dance stuff, huh?"

"No, I believe Deeks said that…"Sam corrects her.

"Yeah, and why not?" Deeks steps forward to challenge her. "I bet we can keep up with you two for one full hour without stopping or throwing in the towel, sort to speak."

"Now wait a minute you two, don't count me in on this wager, "Callen says. "Remember, I can't dance. Even Hetty says so."

"Yeah, you really don't want to see him dance, it's terrifying" Sam adds.

"Ah, come on you guys," Deeks pleads. "Are you going to tell me you can chase down Afghani terrorists, international drug dealers and crime families and you are going to be frighten of a little one hour dance workout?"

"Tell you what Deeks," Kensi walks over to stand face to face in front of her partner. "Since I'm so sure you guys are all wuses and will give up long before the hour is over, I wager a full course dinner at Spago for all three of you. Money is no objective; everything on the menu is fair game."

"You're on sister!" Deeks agrees.

"And if I win….I get to go to Beverly Hills and pick out any pair of Jimmy Choo shoes I see….all on your dime, right?" Kensi wagers.

"Shake on it," Deeks holds out his hand to Kensi and stares her straight in the eye. She looks back at Deeks for a second and finally grabs hold of his hand.

"You're on!" Kensi pulls away after a quick shake and walks around Deeks and out the gym. Roberto follows closely behind her, and smiles back at the trio like the cat that ate the canary.

"Are you crazy Deeks?" Sam yells.

"What was that all about?" Callen throws his arms wide open. "You don't need to prove yourself to her. What happen to the plain ol' Marty Deeks speech?"

"Come on you guys, this is a slam dunk," Deeks explains. "You said yourself G, you always wanted to go to that restaurant…and Sam, you get to pick anything off the menu. We can do this. Just follow along for one hour. Come on Sam? G? All for one and one for all?"

"Since when did we become the Three Musketeers?" Callen asks.

"This is suicide, Deeks?" Sam moans. "We might as well just give her the shoes and be done with it."

Hetty walks into the gym and clears her throat to get her agent's attention.

"In the spirit of sportsmanship, I'll be joining your team gentlemen. Long live the Four Musketeers!" Hetty throws her hand in the air.

"Well alright then!" Deeks exclaims.

Callen looks at Sam, rolls his eyes and walks away.

"I saw that Mr. Callen!" Hetty calls out.

Thanks for the resounding YES when I asked if I should continue this story. I hope you are having as much fun reading it as I am writing it! Thanks for some great ideas to add to the story too! Always looking for more ideas and don't stop reviewing…it keeps me honest!