Rereading the last chapter, I hate it. I really, really hate it. I hate it so much I think I'm going to try and rewrite it. Thankfully, this chapter turned out a whole lot better. I almost didn't get this chapter out (procrastinating on a mid-term paper, always a good idea) but here it is. Enjoy!

Kensi stood in her bedroom and looked out as the last of the sun slipped into the Pacific Ocean.

When she'd moved into Hank's beachside high rise after getting engaged she had wanted to put it on the market immediately. The floor to ceiling windows had made her feel exposed and the fact they were on the 22nd floor had awakened a slight fear of heights she hadn't realized she had. But Hank had convinced her to wait for a few months before making a decision and she was glad he had. She loved the unparalleled view of the ocean the corner unit gave them and how the setting sun cast a soft orange glow throughout the entire apartment.

It had originally belonged to Hanks father who had bought it new a few years before his death and had passed it along to his son who had wisely chosen to invest the bulk of his inheritance into renovating it, transforming the slightly out dated condo into a cosy contemporary space that had all of his neighbour's quickly following suit.

She sighed before turning her attention back to the two dresses that she'd put out on the bed. Deeks had told her to dress nice, but there were a good half dozen versions of "nice" that she was aware of. Red or black, solid or printed, sexy or sophisticated?

Kensi bit her lip as she struggled to decide. Which of these said "I'm going out to dinner with the ex-love of my life"?

She checked her watch. It was already 7:00, she only had half an hour before Deeks was supposed to show up.

She held the shorter of the two dresses in front of her as she walked over to the mirror. It was a dark red, long sleeved, mid-thigh length little number that was cut down to Venezuela. She studied herself for a moment before she shook her head. This was what she'd wear if she was going out to a club with her husband. With Hank, the man she loved, the man she was married too. It was not a dress for meeting her ex-partner for dinner.

She picked up the other dress. The Valentino gown had been a parting gift from Hetty upon her retirement. Its creamy white silk, which came down just past her knee, was offset by a slash of brilliantly colored flowers that reached all the way up into the formfitting black silk of the upper body that hugged her in all the right places. The matching black open toed heels still sat unworn in the box.

Together they probably cost more than her Cadillac.

Kensi had never had the courage to wear either of them out in public. She'd tried the dress on once in her bedroom and had immediately put it back in the closet. But tonight, as she stood remembering how good she'd looked in it, she felt an oddly shy smile creep onto her face.

She quickly slipped into the gown, relishing how the silk felt against her skin, and gave herself a once over in the mirror. Some tasteful jewelry and just a touch of makeup and she would be ready for him.

"Wow!" Hank whistled from the door. "Where did this come from?"

"Oh hey." Kensi smiled over her shoulder. "Perfect timing actually. You think you could zip me up?"

"Sure."

He moved over to her and ran one hand along the shear fabric while the other quickly closed the zipper.

"Thanks." She kissed his cheek before turning to her jewelry box atop the dresser.

"You're getting awfully dressed up to stay in babe." He noted as she began rummaging through her various jewelry pieces.

"Staying in?" She asked as she held up a pair of dangling gold earrings Hank had given her on their last anniversary.

"Uh yeah. Kensi I just got home yesterday. I thought tonight it was supposed to be just you and me for a quiet evening in?"

Kensi winced and turned with an apologetic look on her face.

"I'm so sorry, but this kinda came up last minute."

"Kens, I've been gone for three weeks." He argued. "I don't think it's too much to ask to spend a little time with my wife."

"I know, I know and I'm sorry." She tried to apologies. "But this was the only night that Deeks was able to do dinner…"

"Woah, wait just a goddamn minute." Hank held up his hand like a traffic cop. "Deeks? As in Martin Deeks? Your ex-partner slash ex-boyfriend?"

Kensi nodded sheepishly. "We ran into each other today and he invited me out to dinner tonight. Look, it's been ten years. We didn't exactly end things on good terms."

"No shit! Do you remember what you were like after him, after what that detective did to you?" He spat the words at her. She didn't think she'd ever head him use so much venom. "I don't agree with this. I think it's a bad idea."

"Well that's not your decision to make."

"No but don't you think that, as your husband, I should have some say in this?"

"Some say in who I see?" She countered, inadvertently going on the defensive.

"Some say in you seeing the man who broke you Kensi!" He shouted.

"This isn't your choice Hank, it's mine. I'm going to go see him, end of story."

"Oh nice, real nice Kensi." He scoffed. "Just shut me down. Don't give a damn about the very real worries and feelings of someone who loves you!"

He threw his hands in the air.

"You know what? Go. Go ahead and see him if you want. Just don't be surprised when he hurts you again."

He stormed out in a huff. Kensi winced as she heard the front door slam before bracing herself against the dresser and send out a silent prayer that she was doing the right thing.

Deeks looked around the marble and glass lobby of the apartment building, suddenly feeling very self-conscious of his three bedroom bungalow in the suburbs. He hadn't missed the look of the door man when he'd pulled up behind a line of ultra-high end sports cars in his gently used BMW.

How was Kensi able to afford to live here? Back when they were together they had been living in a second floor walk-up a block from the beach.

With a sad feeling he reminded himself that a lot had changed since then.

He checked his watch again, the man behind the desk was looking at him with shifty eyes. 7:39. He really hoped she hadn't changed her mind.

He cringed as he remembered how Sasha had reacted when he told her.

"You can't seriously be going out with her can you?"

"I don't see what the big deal is Sash."

"The big deal is that you're going out to dinner with the woman you were going to marry!"

"Who I haven't seen in ten years!" He cut her off. "It's just dinner."

"Right, and we were just drinks."

She stood in the bedroom door, watching him straiten his tie in the mirror.

"Just remember to come home Martin." She'd said quietly as he kissed her cheek and left her standing alone in their bedroom.

His thought train was broken by the dinging of the elevators. When Kensi stepped out he had to keep his jaw from hitting the floor. He mentally patted himself on the back for picking his nicest suit.

"Hey." He smiled.

"Hey."

"You look…" he searched for the right word, "wow."

She felt an involuntary blush rise to her face at the sloppy compliment. "It was a parting gift from Hetty. I normally don't dress like this but, you said dress nice."

"Yeah, no that's perfect. You look, wow."

He extended his arm to her. She rolled her eyes but took it anyways, smiling slightly as he led her to his waiting car.

They barely made it back to her place before his lips were on hers. It was hot and it was desperate. He tore her blouse off, buttons flying everywhere, grabbing hold of her well-formed breasts as she fumbled with the button of his pants.

"Bedroom?" Red let put a gasp as he began hungrily devouring her neck. He let out a grunt and shoved her up against the nearest wall. There was no time for niceties tonight.

Kensi drove through the LA streets, trying to keep the panic from setting in.

The minute the door had closed behind him she knew she'd made a mistake. She needed to talk to him and fix this mess. She didn't want to be married, but she did love him, and she did want to be with him. She just had to tell him.

But first she had to find him.

He tried to block out the sounds of Red's moans as he pressed her against the wall and thrust deep into her. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and squeezed his eyes shut, desperately trying to imagine she was Kensi. But each thrust told him over and over "not Kensi, not Kensi, not Kensi", taunting him with it.

"Oh, oh god I'm gonna, oh god!" Red squealed as he felt her walls clamp down around him, feeling the waves of her climax course through them both.

With a cry equal parts pleasure and despair he felt himself follow her over the edge. As they breathlessly sank to the floor, his booze addled mind couldn't help but feel like he had forgotten something.

Told you. 99% implied, about as dirty as a Mormon porno. Reviews are what make the world go round