Kensi raced home after they put the finishing touches on the paperwork from the case and immediately went to her closet. What was she going to wear? Why did she care? Why was she so excited and nervous about going to dinner with Deeks? There were too many questions and not enough time to deal with any of them except to figure out what to wear. She shuffled through the clothes in her closet and after laying several possible outfits across her bed, she decided on a burgundy colored casual dress, with spaghetti straps that accentuated her figure but wasn't so short that she looked like one of the aliases she often had to assume when she went undercover.
She showered and spent too much time trying to decide how she should fix her hair. Up, down, curled or straight? Why was she obsessing so much about this dinner? It was just Deeks, her partner. Her annoying, goofy, tanned, blonde, amazingly handsome and sexy partner. How did that thought start out so benign and transform into her daydream material? Yes, he was handsome and sexy and she was very attracted to his physical appearance. She had been attracted to him from the first time they met when he was Jason Wyler at the gym and nothing had changed that in the two years they had known each other. What had changed was her attraction to the man himself which had nothing to do with her physical attraction to him. He was caring, very thoughtful, extremely funny, loyal to his friends and great with the kids they happen to come across during cases. He had saved her life on several occasions and she knew he had an overprotective streak but secretly she liked it. She would never admit that and would make a scene if it was obvious to others what he was doing, but it was nice to know someone cared about you enough to risk their life for you which he had done on more than one occasion.
She snapped out of her reverie, finished her hair and started on her makeup. She had decided to put her hair up in a messy bun when she noticed how much time she had managed to waste. She applied a little more makeup than she had worn when she arrived at work that morning but that had been more than she usually wore on the job. Unless, of course she had to go undercover as bait which she truly hated. The only part she actually looked forward to was the look on Deeks' face when he saw her in one of those revealing outfits. Sometimes it was comical because he would stare and then look away quickly, hoping she hadn't noticed. Other times he just couldn't help himself from making the lewd, suggestive remark that everyone expected him to make. She would punch him or tell him to back off but deep down she loved it.
Despite her comment about not wearing high heels to dinner, she actually had a pair that she bought to go with this particular dress that were just as high as any she had ever worn. Deeks was tall enough that she didn't have to worry about them making her taller than him and she hoped that he would forget that she had made that particular remark.
It was 7:15 and she was ready. Now all she had to do was sit and wait for Deeks to pick her up. She tried sitting but her thoughts kept wandering and her nervousness was really bothering her. She ultimately decided to pick up her living room and make it more presentable to keep her mind off of the evening ahead.
Deeks had made reservations at one of his favorite restaurants near Venice beach. It was a quaint little family owned Italian place where he had worked on weekends as a waiter during his years at law school. He knew the owners well and often went there to eat and unwind after particularly hard cases. He had never taken a date there. It was his special place but he wanted to share it with Kensi. He had gone home and taken Monty on a short walk then showered to get ready for his evening with her. No it was not a date as far as she was concerned but for him it definitely was. He actually got out his blow dryer and dried his hair which he rarely did, and spent more than five minutes trying to decide what to wear. He didn't want to be too dressed up if she had decided to be casual but then he didn't want to be overly casual if she had decided to wear a dress. He finally decided to wear a light grey pair of slacks with a light blue, long sleeved, button up shirt but left it untucked.
He grabbed his keys and gave Monty a quick pat on the head as he headed out the door. As he drove his Chevy Malibu to Kensi's house, he thought through his plan for the evening. It was nothing complicated but he still had to be careful not to push her too hard. He needed her to see him as something more than her partner and more than her friend. He needed her to believe that there could be something even better than what they already shared. It would be tricky but it would be worth it if it worked according to plan. The trick would be in trying to clean up the inevitable mess if it didn't.
Kensi was so busy straightening up her apartment that she didn't hear him drive up. She had planned to be watching and just walk out to the car when he arrived. She was startled when she heard a knock on her door and stuffed the sheer, lacy bra she had just picked up under one of the cushions on the couch. She smoothed out her dress and answered the door.
Deeks plastered one of his goofy grins on his face and was prepared to call her "Princess" as she opened the door but he was too stunned at what he saw. He knew she was gorgeous and sexy but he was blown away by her beauty and was absolutely speechless.
"Wow," was all he could say after he finally found his voice.
"You are absolutely beautiful," he said quietly as he looked into her mismatched brown eyes. So much for playing it cool.
Kensi was having trouble finding her voice as well. Her heart was fluttering wildly when she saw the care he had taken with his hair and his shirt made his ocean blue eyes even more intoxicating. But the thing that made her smile and blush slightly was what he had said. He told her she was beautiful. Not that she 'looked' beautiful which could imply a temporary status but that she "was" beautiful which implied he thought it was a permanent condition. She was used to being referred to as 'pretty' and 'hot' and other rather immature forms of flattery but being told she was "beautiful" was special and extremely intimate coming from her partner.
"Thank you, I think," she fumbled. "You look….you clean up nice," she said lamely. She wanted to kick herself for her stupid over used remark.
Deeks let the comment go and lifted his elbow, inviting her to take his arm which she took gladly after locking the door behind her.
"Where are we going," she asked, hoping her stomach didn't growl too loudly.
"You are in for a treat and that is all I'm going to say about it right now. I hope you are as hungry as I am because it will be the best meal you have had in ages," he said confidently.
"Okay, but just don't make me try any weird stuff," she quipped.
He tried but he just couldn't keep the crooked smirk from appearing on his face.
"Deeks!" she cried as she punched the arm she had a grip on playfully.
He couldn't help but laugh and grin at her again. This was going to be a great evening.
A/N My first fan fic so please let me know if I should keep adding to this or stop right now. Reviews would be awesome!
