An:/ Here is yet another chapter. I may be inclined to post the next chapter a lot sooner, to get the story moving, but we shall see how that turns out. Thanks for the reviews and what not, appreciate it. I apologise about the lack of Sam & Callen in some chapters, I just find it harder to write for them at the moment, things shall improve though, hopefully.
Please enjoy.
Lottie.


The first official training session was complete, the competition had begun and every one was prepared to bring their A-game. It seemed that Sam was the agent that had come out on top after the morning's activities, his usual persona not showing any affects after enduring the training session. This couldn't be said for the other team members though. Callen, whilst still better than Kensi and Deeks, was walking with a slight limp and grabbing his back when his movements where too fast for his body to handle. Kensi had taken to eating anything sweet she could get her hands on, hoping that impending sugar rush could keep her body and mind moving, whilst aspirin was used for the aches and pains her muscles were wasn't even trying to hide that he was indeed exhausted, continually resting his head against his desk and main lining coffee, more than he usually would. Deeks had even taken to sleeping on the couch in Ops during his lunch break, but had regretted it the instant he'd woken up, feeling more tight and tired than he had before. So when it had come time for quitting and Hetty had sent her agents home, they had all been more than relieved.

"Going to be on time tomorrow?" Sam asked as he gathered his belongings from his locker in the bullpen.

"We have learnt our lesson," Deeks responded, looking at Kensi for her approval, who nodded in agreement.

"If Hetty knew this is what would get you to be on time Deeks, she would have thought of it earlier," Callen mocked, slowly swinging his bag onto his shoulder.

"I'll have you know that Hetty has never complained about my tardiness," Deeks defended closing his locker door, not worrying about locking it. Sam and Callen exchanged a look and shook their heads, not even bothering to respond to Deeks.

"Let's go Deeks; I have a hot bath with my name on it!" Kensi complained, leaning against the stone pillar.

"Want to share it?" Deeks suggested waggling his eye brows at Kensi. Kensi rolled her eyes and began walking out of the bull pen.

"Only in your dreams Deeks,"

"Speaking of dreams Kens, you haven't been dreaming about…" Deeks started walking after her at casual pace, so that he had to call across Ops.

"Deeks," Kensi called warningly, her voice echoing through Ops. Deeks turned to Sam and Callen, a small grin on his face.

"See you guys tomorrow morning,"

"If Kensi doesn't kill you first," Sam mumbled under his breath.

"What are we going to do with him?" Callen asked walking beside Sam, exiting the bullpen.

"Return him to the pound? Maybe Scooby-Doo is looking for him?" Sam joked, causing Callen to laugh in return.

"Psst! Guys," Nell whispered over the railing of the stair case. Callen and Sam stopped in their tracks in front of Nell, eyeing her suspiciously.

"I have the results from today," Nell whispered again. Callen looked around Ops, and saw that no one was around.

"Why are we whispering?" Callen asked again checking over his shoulder. Nell stood up straight and looked around herself.

"I wasn't sure if Kensi and Deeks were around," Nell lied, having heard them leave earlier, as had all of Ops, but the effect of whispering made the task seem
that much more exciting to her.

"What do you have Nell?" Sam asked wanting to get to the point.

"Not here, Eric has spies everywhere," Nell informed, looking at a passing Agent who was staring at them suspiciously. Sam and Callen exchanged a confused look, before following Nell up the stairs and into an empty office.

"Nell, Eric doesn't have spies," Callen dead panned, closing the office door behind him.

"Well I do, so he must too! How else would I have got this?" Nell provided, placing a manila folder on the desk. Sam looked at Callen, who just shrugged his shoulders and looked through the provided folder filled with pages of paper. Callen couldn't help but smile as he picked up the second page of paper. It turned out the Nell was as competitive as the rest of the team, resorting to using cloak and dagger tactics to retrieve information that was most definitely not of high importance. It was clear that with this willingness to deceive on another, the stakes had been raised once again.

"Deeks is a threat," Sam concluded after reading the statistics next to his name, but was ignored by Callen. "How exactly did you get these Nell?" Sam asked turning to the next page in his hand, titled strengths and weaknesses.

"Let's just say I have the required connections," Nell responded mysteriously.

"You're beginning to sound like Hetty," Callen smirked, glancing at the beaming Nell over the page he was currently reading. After several moments of silence and hurried studying, Nell let out a small sigh.

"Times up, I told Eric I was going to the shredder with these," Nell said as she began gathering the pieces of paper together in a neat pile.

"But we barely had time to study them," Sam complained, reluctantly handing a the last page to Nell.

"Don't worry I have, and tomorrow there will be more to share. Now as your coach, I demand you go home, eat a healthy meal, and get a good night's rest. Oh and don't forget to ice!" Nell commanded in a threating tone which again resembled Hetty. Placing the files in the manila folder with a smug grin, Nell snuck of the empty office and returned to the Ops centre, leaving Sam and Callen in shock.

"You heard the lady, let's go!" Callen commented exiting the office with a small smile on his face.


Deeks had dragged his feet, as he slowly exited Ops knowing that delaying their departure was sure to frustrate Kensi. Casually pulling the old wooden door open, Deeks exited the dim structure and entered the brighter exterior. Walking around the corner of the building, Deeks found Kensi leaning against the bonnet of his car.

"You took your time," Kensi commented pushing off the bonnet to stand by the passenger door.

"Was collecting my thoughts," Deeks provided unlocking the car doors. Kensi gave Deeks an indignant look before hoping in the passenger seat

"You're letting me drive? You must be tried." Deeks pointed out, starting the ignition.

"Your car, you drive."

Deeks nodded his head slightly, as he backed out of the parking lot and headed towards Kensi's apartment. They both were too exhausted to maintain their usual banter and fell into a comfortable silence as Deeks continued to navigate through the hectic L.A. traffic which he was accustomed to. Stuck in yet another bout of heavy traffic, Deeks sighed and closed his eyes, his hands tightening on the wheel.

"So Chinese at mine, and we can look over what Hetty gave us this morning?" Deeks finally asked breaking the silence. Stealing a glance at Kensi, Deeks watched for her reaction.

"Deeks, I just want to go to bed!" Kensi groaned, moving uncomfortably in her seat.

"So do I Kensi, trust me, but we should look through all that information," Deeks continued taking a sudden left once the traffic started moving, that lead to neither his nor Kensi's apartment.

"Deeks," Kensi protested, when her aching body slid into the window.

"Sorry Kens," Deeks apologised, looking Kensi over.

The two sat in silence, the radio the only sound in the car, as Deeks drove through the crowded L.A. streets with one destination in mind. His body was aching, his head was throbbing from the caffeine overload he'd pushed on himself and all he wanted to do was collapse on his couch, drink a few beers and pass out. But that's not he was planning on doing, because he was determined to beat Sam and Callen and to show Pasternak what he was really made of.

"So are we on Kens?" Deeks asked, looking at Kensi from the corner of his eye. Kensi bit her bottom lip, trying to decide whether it really was a good idea or not. She really wasn't in the mood to be with people, it was times like this she would curl up by herself and relish in the silence, but the small pout on Deeks face was winning her over.

"Okay but Chinese at mine; I have no car to get home with." Kensi reasoned, trying to sit up straighter in her seat.

"Deal," Deeks beamed, turning up yet another unfamiliar street, which earned him sideways glance from Kensi.

"Deeks what are you doing?" Kensi complained, as Deeks pulled his car into the convenient store parking lot.

"Patience Kens," Deeks scolded, removing his seat belt. By the look on her face, Deeks could tell that Kensi was feeling everything but patience and was looking rather annoyed.

"I knew I should have driven," Kensi continued, resting her head back against the seat.

"Be a good girl and I'll get you a cookie," Deeks smirked as he opened his car door, exiting the car.

"It better be a big one," Kensi pouted, as Deeks closed the car door, mocking Kensi pouting face through the window.

Kensi rolled her eyes at Deeks, who sauntered off into the store. Kensi closed her eyes, letting out a long slow breath. Kensi was ready for the day to be over. It had started far too early for her liking and knowing that she was going to have to repeat the process tomorrow was not playing well in her mind at all. It was days like this she wished her competitive streak wasn't so evident, so she could give into the side of her that just wanted to relax and not want to win. It was only a minute part of her but after today it was beginning to grow ever so slightly.

It wasn't long until Deeks returned from the store, knowing exactly what he went in for, beer and ice. Opening the door to the back seat, Deeks was surprised to be greeted by a snoring Kensi and not a complaining one. It was the second time in the very long day that Deeks had been welcomed by a sleeping Kensi, and he couldn't help but smile. Shutting the car door quietly, Deeks rounded the car, entered the driver's side and started the car immediately. Pulling out of the parking lot, Deeks began to navigate the streets in the direction of Kensi's apartment, whilst Kensi snored loudly beside him.


Sam had arrived home earlier than he had anticipated, expecting to be held up on a case or for the morning training session to go for longer than intended, so he wasn't surprised when he found the house empty. Sam knew that his wife and daughter would be at his daughter's beloved dance lessons that she participated in every week, but the silence of the house felt unfamiliar. Placing his dirty gym clothes in the laundry hamper, Sam headed straight for the freezer for an ice-pack, needed for his shoulder that was pinching with every movement. Sam had been told after a hard hit during a high school football game that he would one day need surgery to repair the damage in the shoulder, but in his personal opinion that day was still yet to come. Placing the ice pack on his shoulder, to soothe the tight muscle, Sam lent against the counter and sorted through the stack on mail that had been piled by the phone.

Sam sorted through the mail aimlessly, his attention no purely on the task. He was going through the statistics that Nell had provided him and Callen with earlier in his head. Deeks had some serious skill, skill that he had under estimated the LAPD detective on. Just because he wasn't an official agent didn't mean he could have the physical attributes of one, Sam concluded. Sam already knew that Kensi was going to bring something to the competition, but he was secretly hoping that the intense training program that Pasternak was pushing them through would be enough to break her spirits, bring her down a peg so that they had a fleeting chance in the competition. He knew that at her A- game, Callen was no match for Kensi unless he was fully invested in the assignment. Sam had noticed the distracted mind of Callen as of late, his thoughts not focused, as though there was something niggling at the back of his mind, something he couldn't comprehend just yet. Sam was going to ask him about it sooner or later, but he had been waiting for the right time, and now with Hetty's challenge the right time was not any closer.

Through all the bills and information pamphlets there was one letter that caught Sam's attention significantly. A peculiar small blue envelope, the address had been hand written in a barely readable scrawl. There was no return address and in the bottom left corner the name G. Callen was written in a different colour ink to that of the address. Sam examined the exterior of the letter, looking for anything identifiable but found nothing. Holding the letter up to the light, Sam watched as the envelope became transparent, a small note folded over and a key like object. Sam turned the envelope over in his hands a several times, contemplating as to whether he should open it or leave it for a forensic specialist to analyse first. Just as he had decided that opening the letter could provide some insight to its sender, the front door to house flew open and hurricane Annie came running through, followed closely by Sam's wife, Denise.

"You're home early," She commented, placing several grocery bags on the counter, placing a quick kiss to Sam's cheek.

"Easy day," Sam shrugged, removing the envelope out of the sight of his wife.

"Really?" Denise questioned sarcastically, eyeing the ice-pack on Sam's shoulder. Sam followed her gaze and smiled sheepishly.

"Training with G," Sam admitted removing the ice pack from his shoulder, placing it on the counter.

"Daddy, come see the new dance move I learnt today," Annie called from the next room. Sam shared a soft smile with his wife, slipping the envelope into his back pocket.

"Show me what you learnt Annie," Sam called, pushing the thoughts about the mysterious letter to the back of his mind.


Pulling into the empty parking space, out the front of Kensi's apartment, as he done so earlier that morning, Deeks let out a sigh. Nudging his partner, who was still snoring, Deeks tried to rouse her from her slumber, yet again.

"Kens…" Deeks whispered softly, placing a tentative hand on her upper arm. Kensi groaned, as her eye lids began to flutter.

"Deeks?" Kensi moaned irritated, stretching and moving in her seat. Well this all too familiar,Deeks reminisced as tried to coax Kensi from her sleep.

"Kensi…." Deeks continued in a sing song voice. "Time to get up,"

"Training again?" Kensi asked still confused from her short sleep. Deeks bit back a laugh, as pulled his hand away from Kensi.

"No, you fell asleep on the way home," Deeks reminded, opening the car door now that Kensi was back in the land of the conscious.

"Oh," Kensi said as she took in her environment, and the aches and pains of the day returned.

"Let's get inside," Deeks suggested, throwing the two bags of ice over his shoulder, the beer in his other hand. Kensi moaned something incomprehensible, gathering her items from Deeks car, including the large envelope they had been handed that morning.

"I don't think it's locked," Kensi admitted, as Deeks waited for her at the front door. Deeks raised his eye brows at Kensi, surprised that Kensi of all people had left her front door unlocked. Kensi narrowed her eyes at Deeks, before pushing through the front door.

"Don't look at me like that, we were late this morning." Kensi reminded, throwing her bag down on the chair beside her door.

"And it's not like anyone is going to steal any of this," Kensi continued indicating to her belongings in the apartment, as she lowered herself down on to the couch with a sigh.

"Or that you'd notice," Deeks mumbled to himself, earning a stern look from Kensi.

"What's with the ice?" Kensi finally questioned, noticing that Deeks still had the bags of ice on his shoulder.

"Pasternak said to ice…" Deeks started repositioning the ice on his shoulder, his arm beginning to numb from the cool feeling.

"I have ice packs…." Kensi reminded still staring at Deeks confused.

"How about you order dinner and I'll make use of the ice," Deeks suggested, trying to change the topic of conversation. Kensi eyed Deeks suspiciously, but followed his request, sorting through the various take out menus that had piled up on the coffee table. While Kensi was distracted with her task, Deeks made his way down Kensi's hallway, through her bedroom and into her bathroom. Deeks knew he was in uncharted territory, and that Kensi may just kill him for his bold move, but it was a risk he was willing to take.

"Deeks what do you want?" Kensi called through her apartment, curious as to where he had disappeared to but not wanting to leave the couch to find out.

"The usual!" Deeks called in return, slamming the ice bags down on the tiled floor of Kensi's bathroom. Kensi nodded her head, and mouthed 'the usual' to herself, as she read over the menu in her hand. Pulling out her cell, Kensi dialled the number on the menu and placed the order hurriedly, for she could hear something smashing against her marble bath tub. Hanging up the phone, Kensi pushed herself off the couch and began trudging through her apartment, towards the source of the noise.

"Deeks?" Kensi called as she entered her bedroom.

"In here," Deeks responded, sounding uncomfortable.

"What are you doing in here…" Kensi started pushing the slightly ajar door fully open, suddenly too surprised to finish her sentence. Deeks sat smugly in Kensi's bath tub, in only his underwear, submerged to his waist in ice. Kensi looked at his pile of clothes, disposed carelessly on the bathroom floor and the now empty plastic bags that had contained the ice, shoved into the small rubbish bin that Kensi kept by the counter.

"Deeks?" Kensi said sternly, crossing her arms across her chest, raising an eyebrow.

"Kensi?" Deeks mimicked, his face growing red from the discomfort of the ice.

"What are you doing in my bath tub?" Kensi asked, although it was quite obvious what Deeks was doing.

"Icing," Deeks responded his smile growing wider, as Kensi continued to scrutinize him. "Like what you see?" Deeks questioned indicating to his chest. Kensi rolled her eyes and shuffled minutely closer to bath. Deeks and Kensi continued to stare at one another, waiting for the other to challenge the reasoning behind the ice bath.

"Couldn't wait until later?" Kensi relented, breaking the stare off first.

"Ice was melting," Deeks shrugged casually, becoming accustomed to the burn of the ice. Kensi glared at Deeks indignantly, not impressed by Deeks lame attempt at an excuse.

"Want to join me?"

"No, I want you out of my bath," Kensi half-heartedly commanded, trying to fight the smile that was growing on her face.

"And into your bed?" Deeks questioned, leering at Kensi. Kensi didn't reply to Deeks but merely turned to face the wall, effectively hiding the smile that had been caused by Deeks comment.

"Deeks out!" Kensi ordered, pointing to the door of the bathroom. Deeks let out a slight chuckle, before standing up in the deep bath tub. Kensi could hear the ice moving from around Deeks body, but she didn't dare sneak a peek after she had been caught last time. Hearing Deeks feet fall heavily on the cold tiles, Kensi let a triumphant grin form on her features.

"I can see you smiling," Deeks quipped, stepping behind Kensi. Kensi turned on the spot, her smile now replaced with a glare. Deeks' grin grew wider as he watched Kensi tried to cover her laughter.

"You're shivering," Kensi observed taking in the goose pimple skin of Deeks.

"Well ice is generally cold," Deeks deadpanned his body numb from the ice. Kensi looked Deeks in the eye, fighting the urge to look over Deeks chiselled body. Deeks let his eyes wander, taking in what Kensi was wearing, not even trying to hide his appreciative gaze.

"I bet I could last in there longer than you," Deeks challenged his eyes meeting Kensi's again.

"Another challenge really?" Kensi questioned rolling her eyes.

"Scared you'll lose?" Deeks teased, putting his hands on his hips.

"You know I'll win." Kensi retorted instantly, without even thinking.

"So you accept?" Deeks coaxed, knowing that he had Kensi now and that there was no way she was going to back down now.

"Yep,"

And with that, Kensi pulled her shirt over her head, a small smile on her lips. Kensi didn't miss the way Deeks lips parted slightly at the sight of her removing her shirt, and she did not want to know what was currently running through his head. Undoing her jeans, Kensi shuffled out of them and edged closer to the bath, leaving her in her panties and a sports bra.

"You ready partner?" Kensi asked, as she prepared to lower herself into the freezing tub.

Deeks looked at Kensi, his mind trying to comprehend what had just happened. Deeks had challenged to things before, which she had readily decline when inappropriate, and he had assumed that this was going to be one of those things again, but apparently not. Smirking, Deeks stood beside Kensi and nodded his head.A silent signal passed between Kensi and Deeks as they lowered themselves down into the marble tub, half filled with ice and freezing water. Positioning themselves strategically, Kensi and Deeks began staring each other down, as their submerged bodies began to cool significantly, their muscles constricting in the cold water. The aching and burning of the ice was uncomfortable but they both knew tomorrow they would not be regretting it, when they were actually able to walk tomorrow morning. Minutes of silence passed, both focusing on their bodies and not the other. Kensi couldn't feel her lower extremities, frozen by the cold water.

"How's it feel Kensi?" Deeks asked, beginning to shake with the stress of holding himself up.

"Cold," Kensi replied her teeth staring to chatter.

"I meant your muscles," Deeks dead panned.

"I can't feel them," Kensi honestly admitted.

"That makes two of us then,"

Kensi was just about ready to call it quits, not understanding how Deeks could last two bouts of this and still able to last this long, when the doorbell rang.

"Chinese," Kensi and Deeks said in unison, looking at one another.

"Draw?" Deeks provided shifting his weight in the bathtub.

"Deal!" Kensi replied instantly, standing up and out of the bathtub, grabbing her robe off the back of the bathroom door. The doorbell rang again and Kensi raced out of the bathroom as fast as she could on frozen legs. Deeks followed suit quickly, grabbing a towel from the rack by the door, walking down the hall way behind Kensi. Kensi opened the door and was greeted by a young teenage boy, freckled face and awkward looking.

"It'll be twenty five dollars and…." The youth started before taking in the sight of Kensi, clad in her white robe, her hair dishevelled, her cheeks flushed red.

"Okay," Kensi said not even realising that the boy had stopped talking, rummaging through her bag for her purse.

"I've got this Kens," Deeks informed handing the youngster thirty dollars. The boy eyes widened further at the sight of Deeks in only a towel. Deeks could see the boy drawing conclusions from his and Kensi's appearance and couldn't help but grin.

"Thanks," Kensi smiled taking the bag off the boy, walking under Deeks arm which was positioned above her head, retreating into her apartment.

"Keep the change," Deeks smiled, winking at the boy before closing the door.

"I'm going to go have a hot shower, you can start without me," Kensi informed walking towards her bathroom after placing the Chinese on her counter.

"Need me to help with that?" Deeks called as Kensi disappeared into her bedroom. Kensi didn't respond to Deeks, but threw his clothes out of the bathroom door and into her bed room. Deeks chuckled to himself, as he walked through to Kensi's room and collected his clothing off her bedroom floor with a smile.


Callen was pacing around his dim apartment, listening to a heated interrogation that was mainly in Polish. It was a tape that he'd been listening to more often than he had before, getting closer to translating the entire length. It was a project he had been working on outside NCIS, one that nobody knew about it, not even Hetty.

Callen had come home and done the complete opposite of what Nell had requested he do. A cold beer and pre-made dinner had gone down quickly and after several aspirin Callen had started playing and replaying the tape over and over again, listening intently. Being the perfectionist he was Callen new that any chances of sleeping had gone out the window; as he began to become more invested in listening to the tape be revealed.

As the interrogation drew on, the more intense the voices became and the harder it became to understand the sometimes muffled Polish words.
The vibration of his phone caused Callen to become distracted, making him stop the tape at a crucial point. Retrieving his phone from the stand beside his lone chair, Callen unlocked the message irritated.

"Training is scheduled for 6:00p.m tomorrow night at gym. – Sam"

Callen smiled at the message. The later training time meant no early morning session, not having to worry about Kensi and Deeks watching them train and also meant that he could stay up later listening to the recorded tape, without having to worry about being awake early enough to conquer a training session.

"Thanks – G"

Callen texted back, before placing his phone on silent, not wanting any more interruptions. If it was urgent they'd find a way to contact him. Walking back to the cassette player, Callen pressed the play button and sat down in his chair, closing his eyes, letting the words angered Polish surround him.


Now both dressed and considerably warmer, Kensi and Deeks sat comfortably on Kensi's couch, eating warm Chinese food, whilst discussing the contents of the envelope. Hetty had thought of everything, covering every aspect that was required to host a mini Olympics, every area incredibly detailed and thought out. Hetty had been right when she had said that all questions could be answered by the one envelope. Kensi and Deeks had been scrutinizing the contents for at least an hour, hoping that the avid study would provide them with an advantage in the long run, for they knew that Sam and Callen were serious competition.

"What are the events again?" Deeks questioned reading over the rules page for the third time, his tired mind not really processing what he was reading.

"Ah, lets see," Kensi commented, shovelling another spoonful of noodles into her mouth, as she searched through the pile of papers that sat between herself and Deeks. Grabbing the right page, Kensi screwed her nose up at it.

"Deeks you got sauce all over this," Kensi scolded, her mouth still half full of noodles as she dramatically wiped the splotch of sauce off with a used napkin.

"The events?" Deeks repeated, ignoring Kensi's complaints, knowing that the sauce was more than likely from her eating habitats than his. Kensi glared at Deeks before returning her attention to the page.

"Okay so there is; Rapid rifle pistol, Freestyle wrestling, Boxing, Double Sculls, Beach Volleyball, 100m sprint, Javelin, High Jump, 5000m run, 50m freestyle, 200 Individual medley and tennis." Kensi listed off, sighing as she concluded the list.

"Random combination of sports," Deeks provided, taking the page out of Kensi's hands so he could look it over himself.

"Hetty would have a reason for picking them," Kensi shrugged, placing her now empty Chinese container on the coffee table.

"Will still be hard to train for them all," Deeks added, turning to the page that explained the ranking and points system. Kensi nodded, as she let out a yawn, her eyes watering from its affects. Deeks looked up from his paper, noticing that Kensi was leaning her head against the back of the couch, struggling to keep her eyes open. Placing the last page of paper in the pile, Deeks patted Kensi's leg.

"Time for bed,"

Kensi didn't bother to protest, she was exhausted and struggling to stay awake, going to bed was something she definitely wanted to do. Deeks stood up from the couch, offering a hand to Kensi which she readily took. Pulling Kensi off the couch with a groan, Deeks let a small smile cross his lips at Kensi's willingness to let him help her.

"I'll clean this up, you go to bed." Deeks suggested, stifling a yawn as he collected the empty Chinese containers that were strewed across Kensi's living room.

"I can help," Kensi objected, placing the 'Hetty handout' back in its envelope. Deeks ignored Kensi, and placed all the empty containers back into the plastic bag they had come in, grabbing several extra Twinkie wrappers in the process, hoping that Kensi wouldn't notice. Within in minutes Kensi's apartment was back to its usual mess and Deeks was by the door preparing to leave.

"You take this," Kensi commented handing Deeks the envelope with their information. Deeks took the envelope with a smirk.

"Afraid you'll lose it?" Deeks questioned raising a suggestive eyebrow. Kensi didn't respond verbally but rather hit Deeks in the arm.

"Well I shall see you tomorrow partner," Deeks noted, reaching for the door handle.

"I will be on time tomorrow," Kensi reminded, smiling at Deeks.

"And I'll be awake when you pick me up," Deeks quipped opening the apartment door, stepping out into the dark night, filled with a cool breeze.

"Good night Deeks," Kensi smiled leaning against the door frame.

"Good night Kens," Deeks responded, turning on the spot as he made his way to his car, as Kensi closed the door behind him.


An:/
Another chapter done. Some of the story line that is in this story, will be building on another story I'm in the process of writing, just FYI. Let me know what you think!