Prompt from the "Write the First Sentence For Me" meme.
"She called you?! That Mexican cop called you ? What was her name again? Diana? Anna?"
Deeks grabbed his phone from Kensi and glared at her. "Okay, a few things. A, her name is Eva, which I know you already know. 2, she isn't some cop from Mexico, she's the youngest police chief in Mexico. And D, it's none of your damn business."
Kensi shup up and looked away, but he continued to glare at her. Deeks really didn't like this side of Kensi, the confusingly jealous side of her personality that completed contrasted everything else he knew about her. There were times in their partnership when the lines between partners and friends and maybe possibly something more became blurred, and he couldn't figure out what to do or say when that happened. Like now.
"It's been a year since that case, I just thought it was unusual. That's all."
"She's my friend," he answered.
"Not more?" Kensi asked.
Deeks sighed, exasperated. "Why does it matter? You're my partner, not my girlfriend."
"I know that," she said, making a face at him. "I'm looking out for you, that's all."
"Okay then, how about you watch my ass instead of…nevermind." Deeks knew better than to say what he was thinking. He also knew that if the roles were reversed, he would be acting just as stupid and irrational. "I understand, Kensi."
She finally made eye contact with him again and smiled apologetically. "We good?"
Deeks forced a smile back at her. "Yeah partner. We're good."