A new opportunity at work has kept me incredibly busy, and having horrible writers block wasn't helping. Thank you to all of you for encouraging me to continue, I would have given up without you guys!

A/N: I rewrote the end of chapter six because the more I reread it the more I realized it was just a little overdramatic and the fight between Kensi and Deeks seemed petty. I put the changes at the beginning of this chapter in Italics.


Kensi felt the tension return again in one fell swoop and she grabbed her bag and walked stiffly out the door, trying to ignore the hurt that was slicing into her chest. Apparently he moved on quite easily.

"Kens, wait up!"

Kensi ignored him and kept walking.

"Hey, Kens!" Deeks laid a hand on her arm and she whirled around angrily.

"What?" she demanded.

"I'm meeting with Alana for extra practice, that's it."

She felt a quick tug of embarrassment that her jealousy was so obvious and she shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't care what you do with her." Kensi said nonchalantly, hefting her bag more securely onto her shoulder.

"Well I care," Deeks said.

Kensi raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

"I mean, I care what you think, because," he stopped, at a loss for words. "Look, I don't want you to think I am interested in someone, when I'm not." He finished lamely.

"Why does it matter to you if I think you're interested in someone?" She challenged.

He said nothing, just shifted uncomfortably as he stared at her.

"Goodnight Deeks,"


Callen leaned against the bar, sipping on the drink Danielle, the friendly waitress from the other night, had served him. She caught his eye every now and then from across the room and he found he actually enjoyed the flirtation. The temptation to let his eyes linger on her was strong, but he was on the clock, and flirting would have to wait.

Kensi was on the dance floor, switching randomly between partners, all the while subtly glancing towards the table where a few cartel members sat. It was still about half an hour before the planned meet with Sidorov, but they were hoping to get Kensi in close before the meet so they could plant the bug.

One of the cartel members was eyeing Kensi appreciatively and Callen smiled as the man walked up to her and pulled her into a dance. His steps were complicated and Kensi's limited training had her fumbling more than a few moves. She played it off by leaning heavily on him, giggling about how drunk she was.

He introduced himself as Antonio and invited her up to his table. She pretended to be impressed by the fact that he had a table in the VIP section and sat in his lap, subtly placing a bug under his chair as she leaned closer to whisper in his ear. There was a crackle in Callen's ear as the bug activated and he could hear snippets of conversation in Spanish from the others. He assumed the glass surrounding the small VIP section was soundproof, and his suspicions were confirmed when one of the cartel members got up and closed the door. The music in the club made it hard for him to hear so he casually looked down to hide his face and spoke into the com.


"You guys getting any of that?"

"Yeah, they're not saying much with Kensi in there," Sam answered, staring at the doors of the club.

Deeks shifted in his seat, stretching out his legs and muttering when he hit his knee on the dashboard.

"Would you stop squirming, you haven't sat still for more than five minutes." Sam said irritably as he looked over at Deeks who sat uncomfortably in the passenger's seat.

"My butt's going numb." Deeks complained, shifting again.

Sam sighed in frustration and stared at the club doors, willing Sidorov to appear. He only had a week left of light duty but he felt like one more day was going to send him off the deep end. His lungs were fully healed, and he was back up to a 6 minute mile, although he did have a considerably harder time than he used to.

Sam listened intently to the conversation between the cartel members. They spoke rapid Spanish and he was having a hard time keeping up. Suddenly there was a loud blast of music and then once again the muffled thump of rhythmic Salsa.

"Okay Miguel just sent me out and told me to wait for him at the bar. Still no sign of Sidorov." Kensi's voice came over the com.

"Deeks you're up." Callen said.

"Finally," Deeks sighed and got out of the car, stretching dramatically.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit," He jumped back in the car, sinking down in his seat.

"What?" Sam asked, turning to look behind him.

"No!" Deeks hissed, yanking Sam down.

"What the hell is wro-" His words caught in his throat as Deeks grabbed his face and pressed his lips to his.

Time ticked by slowly as he sat in utter astonishment, staring into Deeks eyes, uncomfortably close to his. There was a prickle of stubble against his chin and his brain caught up to his body. Sam wrapped a hand around Deeks' neck and shoved him away. It took everything in his power not to squeeze his fingers tighter.

Deeks gasped for air and made a sign like he was tapping out.

Sam glared at him but released him.

"Did you just use the Vulcan grip on me?" Deeks was massaging his neck while Sam vigorously rubbed at his mouth.

"You have about five seconds to explain why you put those fish lips on mine before I make you wish you hadn't gotten out of bed this morning." Sam growled, cracking his knuckles

"What?!" Kensi and Callen simultaneously burst out over the coms.

"I was trying to maintain our cover!" Deeks said, wincing as Sam glowered at him.

There was the sound of muffled snorting.

"What the hell kind of cover are we maintaining?" Sam asked dangerously.

Deeks reached towards him and Sam grabbed his hand, bending it back without mercy.

"Oww, ow, Russians, Russians!" Deeks yelped, bobbing his head towards the club.

He turned his head to see the familiar form of Michael Zhrof and a few of Sidorov's men chatting with the bouncer.

"I think you're breaking my hand."

Sam released his hand and settled a little lower in the car.

"I'm getting a restraining order."

"I always knew he had a crush on you." Callen's voice was shaking with restrained laughter.

Sam sat silently fuming.


Deeks resisted the urge to squirm in the uncomfortably tense silence. He was afraid anything else would set Sam off. It wasn't like he enjoyed kissing a dude either, but the only thing that had come to mind when Sam had almost been seen by the Russians was a cover kiss. He blamed Kensi.

The group led by Zhrof entered the club and Deeks slipped out of the car, massaging his neck as he jogged across the busy street. He pulled out his wallet to pay the cover fee and made sure that his LAPD badge poked out of his pocket just enough to catch the bouncer's eye.

It was almost funny how quickly his eyes found Kensi's from across the room. She wore figure-hugging red and a coy smile. He found himself unable to stop the lazy grin that grew on his face as he crossed the room to her.

"Are you a parking ticket?" he waited a beat "Because you've got fine written all over you."

"Oh my God did you just,"

"Yup."

Her lips pressed into a thin line before she succumbed to the smile.

"That was horrible."

Deeks chuckled before tangling his fingers easily with hers. For just a moment his brain betrayed him and filled his mind with what ifs. He realized he was staring at her.

"So, you come here often?"

"Okay stop."

"We both know I won't."

Kensi gave him a long look.

"I can see you're charmed by my classic good looks and razor sharp wit, so why don't we put our dance classes to good work and piss off the mark?"

She slid off the barstool and he led her to the dance floor. The upbeat song blasting on the speakers almost immediately faded into a slower sensual song. Fantastic. He tried to act nonchalant as she slid into his arms. Her scent wrapped around him, brazen as a lover.

"Zhrof and his men are leaving," Kensi said, sliding her hands into his hair to turn his face, hiding it in case Zhrof looked their way. "They're carrying a briefcase."

Deeks could feel himself tense as her body brushed against his. Blood thundered in his ears and he could barely make out the sound of Callen's voice instructing Nell to stick a small tracker onto the briefcase as they walked past her.

"Looks like we have Antonio's attention, he does not look happy." Kensi said. Her mouth was close to his ear and her breath fluttered across the sensitive skin on his neck. They were working, this was an act, he had no reason to be aroused.

Her leg came up to wrap around his waist and she leaned back so he could lower her in a long sensual dip that had her hair just brushing the floor. Twin spots of color bloomed on her cheeks as he pulled her back up. Her eyes were locked onto his and he swore all the sound was sucked out of the room. There was a hint of challenge in her expression as she toyed idly with the ends of his hair. He should step back, accept defeat and stay safely behind the line. The reckless side of him refused to listen to reason. Deeks skimmed his hands up her sides and yanked her flush against him. Her lips parted slightly and he felt his gaze drop to her mouth. It took every ounce of control not to press his lips to hers.

"Behind you," Kensi mouthed, and he had only a moment to understand what she meant when he felt himself being yanked back. He let Antonio land the first blow, before dodging his punch and knocking him to the ground.

"And that my friend, is the Peruvian Necktie." Deeks said, gloating down at Antonio before he was strong-armed from the building by two ridiculously huge bouncers. He could hear Kensi putting up a fuss behind him and he yelled drunkenly as he was dragged outside.

"Hey, hey! What the hell is your problem!"

He was ignored and dumped unceremoniously on the sidewalk.

"C'mere," he gestured to the bouncer closest to him. Meathead number one glanced at his partner and walked over to Deeks.

"What."

"You know steroids affects the size of your package right?"

"The hell did you say to me?"

"I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon. Steroids make your di-"

He grunted as a huge fist slammed into his abdomen and he tumbled to the ground. He heard Kensi's fake shriek and then she was by his side.

"Is this really the time for The Princess Bride quotes," she hissed in his ear.

"It's always a good time," he wheezed

"God you're and idiot." She said, slipping her hand into his pocket to grab his badge.

"Woah, do I get dinner first?"

"Shut up," she snapped, subtly setting the badge on the floor, as if it had slipped out of his pocket.

He chuckled as she helped him to his feet. The bouncer's eyes slid to the badge and back to Deeks before he spoke into the walkie talkie.

Deeks leaned heavily on Kensi, stalling their progress. There was a shuffle and Antonio burst through the door waving a gun, yelling angrily.

Deeks grabbed the gun tucked into his waistband and stepped in front of Kensi, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes when she just moved back to stand beside him. She slipped her hand into the small purse she carried, her body tense with anticipation. There was a thrumming moment of tension as he stared down the barrel of the gun, trying to figure out the best way to get them out of their current predicament. It would have been really great if just for once, a mission actually went the way it was supposed to.

A man in an expensive cut suit walked out and Deeks immediately recognized him as Miguel Morales.

"Why don't we all just calm down?" he said, gesturing for Antonio to lower his gun. The tension was thick as Deeks and Antonio stared each other down. Finally, Antonio lowered his gun and Deeks did the same, keeping his finger hovering over the trigger. Miguel was looking at curiously at him.

"It is an honor, to have one of L.A's finest visiting my club."

Deeks pretended to look confused.

"You dropped your badge," Miguel said, gesturing to the badge on the floor.

"Don't suppose I have to tell you that killing an officer of the law can get you a hefty jail sentence."

"I do not respond well to threats," Miguel said mildly.

"It's not a threat so much as it's a fact."
"Quiet!" Miguel snapped, and for a moment there was a hint of the homicidal murderer before he slipped back into his cool demeanor.

"Hand over your weapon."

"Yeah I don't think that puts me in the best position."

"Do what I say or I shoot your girl." He said calmly.

Deeks grit his teeth and handed over his gun praying that Kensi's trembling helpless female act would keep them from viewing her as too much of a threat.

"Search him," Miguel ordered.

He was jerked forward roughly and searched. Meathead number two held up the small bag of cocaine he had stuffed in his back pocket.

"Interesting, I didn't know that American officers were above the law." Miguel said smoothly, opening the bag and dipping in his pinky to taste the drug.

"I was holding it for a friend." Deeks said dryly.

"Funny guy," Miguel said, handing the bag over to Antonio.

"I have a proposition for you."

"Thanks but I'm not into dudes."

Miguel's face tightened in anger and he could practically feel Kensi's glare boring into the back of his head.

It was risky to play the flippant card, but he had a gut feeling and he decided to go with it.

"Your agency has over five million dollars worth of my merchandise, just locked up in a garage collecting dust. I would really appreciate it if someone could get that back to me. I compensate my employees very well."

"I prefer to be self-employed." Deeks replied lazily.

"It wasn't a question. Do this, or you and the girl get chopped up and sold off for parts."

Deeks pretended to size up the bouncers.

"All right, I'll bite, how much compensation are we talking?"

"Not tonight, meet me back here tomorrow at noon, we'll discuss it then and since I'm feeling generous I'll let you keep the girl, but don't try my patience again" Miguel nodded to the bouncer who handed Deeks back his gun.

They watched as Miguel and his entourage slipped back into the club. Kensi turned to him, false tears brimming at her eyes.

"You almost got us killed you asshole!" She stalked off and he grabbed her arm.

"Come on baby! It's just a little bit of business. Look, when all this is over I'll take you to Hawaii, we'll stay in the Hyatt, can't do something like that on a cops salary."

"I don't want to be around all these guns, and you promised me you would stop carrying that thing everywhere."

"Okay, okay. I'll leave the gun at home next time. Now can we get out of here?"

"Don't think you're getting lucky tonight," she said petulantly.

"Oh I wouldn't dream of it baby girl," Deeks said with a grin.


Kensi slipped into the passenger seat as Deeks got in behind the wheel. Nothing about this cover irritated her more than the fact that Deeks got to drive her car.

"You put a scratch on my car and I'll kick your ass." She threatened as he turned the key in the ignition.

"Don't worry princess, I'll drive her like she's my own."

"Yeah that's what worries me, and stop with the nicknames."

"I thought you liked them."

Kensi sighed irritably and he leaned back and chuckled. She turned her head to stare out the window so he wouldn't see her smile. There was a little glow inside of her as they drove to the mission in easy silence, taking one of the alternate routes. All the tension and awkwardness of the past two months was slowly slipping away, replaced by the ease of their partnership. Nothing like a good old fashioned standoff to clear the air, she thought.

There was the flash of lights in the passenger side mirror as they turned and she saw the same black car that had been behind them since they'd left the club.

"We've got a tail," Kensi said.

"Yep,"

Deeks changed lanes and she watched the car behind them follow suit, staying two cars back.

"Got a plan B?"

"We could pull over on the side of the road and make out for a while."

"Don't you think Sam will get jealous."

Deeks snorted out a laugh,

"Touché."

Kensi leaned back in her seat with a grin.

"Hetty set up a safe house for me, just in case." Deeks turned to her with a wolfish grin. "Looks like I'm getting lucky after all."

"Mmmm, actually I think you're sleeping on the couch tonight."

"Oh come on that's cold, that bouncer was huge, I feel like I got hit with a bag of rocks."
"Aww, the poor little corrupt cop can't take a few punches?" Kensi asked sweetly, running a hand down his arm.

"I think Isabella would be a little more sympathetic."

"I thought Andrew was tougher than that."

"He's a sensitive soul." Deeks said as they pulled into the driveway of a small house.

He got out and moved around the car, catching the door just as she was about to step out of the car.

"I'm supposed to open the door for you, remember?"

"Isn't that a little old fashioned?"

"Chivalry never goes out of style."

Kensi snorted and rolled her eyes.

He slid an arm around her waist and she leaned into him, dropping her head onto his shoulder as they walked to the front door. He pulled a key out of his pocket and she turned so that she was flush against him and glanced surreptitiously around for any sign of the car that followed them. She spotted them two houses down and there was the glint of moonlight on what she assumed was a pair of binoculars.

"Cars' parked just down the street." She said, pressing her lips to the side of his neck. She felt him go rigid and he cleared his throat.

"Great, okay, let me just ah." Kensi shifted and took the key he was struggling to get into the keyhole, unlocking the door easily.

"Problem?" She asked sweetly.

He ignored her and stepped past her into the house, flipping on the lights.

"Well, I guess this will have to do for tonight, you can borrow one of my t-shirts, just give it back this time."

Kensi rolled her eyes at him and walked into the house.

"Nice, I hope Hetty stocked the fridge." She said, moving towards the kitchen. She opened the freezer to find a few bags of frozen vegetables and some chicken breasts. The fridge didn't hold many more appetizing options.

"There's no food in here." She complained.

He glanced into the freezer and scoffed. "There's plenty of food, besides I don't eat those frozen disks you call Pizza."

"That's because you have no taste."

"Yeah, don't worry Fern, I'll make you breakfast."

Kensi snorted and turned to face him. The retort died on her tongue. His cheekbone was already starting to bruise and there was a small cut that was bleeding slightly. The memory of how he looked when she pulled him out of the car in the desert made her eyes sting and she turned to the freezer and grabbed a bag of frozen corn.

She pressed the bag gently to his cheek, suddenly feeling irritated with him.

"You didn't have to piss off the bouncers you know, you're lucky all you walked away with was a few bruises."

Deeks placed his hand over hers on the frozen bag.

"If I made it too easy, Morales would have suspected something."

"Your life isn't worth risking for some stupid mission."

"They've got nuclear weapons, I hardly think that qualifies as 'some stupid mission'," he said softly.

Kensi knew he was right, and in the grand scheme of things, locating the nukes was worth risking the life of a few to save the lives of many. It wasn't something she was unfamiliar with, it was just something she found harder to swallow now that she knew what it felt like to almost lose the most important person in her life.

"You act like it's so simple, but you aren't as expendable as you think. The team needs you, you know." She didn't verbalize the fact that she needed him too.

He was silent for a long time, staring at her so intently she should have been uncomfortable, but for once, she wasn't.

"I'm not planning on dying, Kens."

"Good," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She pulled her hand out from under his and turned away.

"You can take the bed, you look beat." She said over her shoulder.

"Couch is fine."

"When was the last time you washed those sheets?"

"I haven't used this cover house in months."

"The question remains."

Deeks shrugged.

"Beats me, maybe Hetty gets a cleaning lady."

Kensi wrinkled her nose. "Yeah I'm not risking it, you can have the bed."

"Fine, your loss, but if you feel like snuggling you know where to find me."


Callen directed Sam to make the next turn as he watched the blinking red dot on the screen inch along the electronic map. The tracker on the briefcase allowed them to stay far enough away without being spotted by Zhrof or his men. They were compromised and it would have been safer to have another team take over, but they were the best, so they remained on the case. Sam pulled into a storage lot across from the warehouse where two black sedan's were parked. There was little movement in the dark, save for one guard patrolling the perimeter of the warehouse.

"The bombs aren't here." Sam said, pulling out a pair of night vision binoculars.

"What makes you so sure?"

"Only one guard, wherever the nukes are, they're sure to be heavily guarded."

Callen nodded, he'd come to the same conclusion.

Suddenly there was a flurry of movement and a man was dragged out of the building by two other men, followed closely by a third, and then a fourth.

Callen pulled out his own pair of night vision binoculars and focused in on the scene unfolding across the storage yard. There was a sharp glint from the barrel of a gun, and Callen watched in horror as Sidorov calmly put a bullet in the man's brain.

He was barely able to grab Sam as he lurched out of the car. Callen yanked him back hard, praying the darkness would conceal them as he wrestled Sam back into the Charger.

"Keep it together!" He hissed, straining with the effort of keeping Sam inside the car.

Sam growled in frustration and shook him off. His breathing harsh in the quiet dark.

"I want to make him pay," he seethed, his fist clenched tightly.

"We will," Callen said, and he reached out a hand to grip Sam's arm. "I promise you, we will make them pay."

Sam stared stonily ahead.

"He'll get life in a mid security prison, live life comfortably on taxpayer money. What the hell kind of justice is that? He deserves a bullet to the head."

"We don't take justice into our own hands," Callen said carefully.

Sam turned to face him, his expression stormy.

"Why the hell not?" He asked, dark hatred burning in his eyes.

"Because you live by a moral code, one that will make you regret murder for the rest of your life."

"My wife and children will be in danger as long as that man lives. Being locked in a cell won't protect them."

"Do you need to step back from this case?" Callen asked, his expression challenging as Sam looked at him. It wasn't the question he wanted to ask, in fact, he had a hard time stopping himself from going after Sidorov, but it was the question he had to ask. Their partnership depended on the ability to stand strong when one partner couldn't.

"I will have no regrets about killing the man who tortured a member of our team in front of me, one who will have no problem murdering my family."

"I know you Sam, and you will, because killing him will haunt you. I'm not saying he doesn't deserve to die, to suffer ten times the amount he has made others suffer, but killing him out of revenge will follow you for the rest of your life."

Sam turned to face him, and he knew he'd gotten to him.

"How am I supposed to protect my family?"

"Hetty arranged for immediate transfer to ADMAX upon capture," Callen said,

"They're still taking inmates?" Sam asked, ADMAX was the highest security prison in the states, but there were limited cells and the overflow was usually sent to lesser security prisons.

"One of their inmates is being transferred to Colorado Pen for good behavior, Sidorov has a lifetime of solitary confinement ahead of him. A fate worse than death," Callen said grimly.

23 hours a day of solitary confinement slowly chipped at a man's sanity, until years of limited human contact and endless self-reflection could leave you a shell of a human being. Callen couldn't think of a better fate for Sidorov.


There was a slight disturbance in the air and Kensi opened her eyes, staring into the dark as she tried to figure out what woke her. The first thought that crossed her mind was that one of the cartel members was snooping around in the house, and she closed her hand around the gun under her pillow. Slowly, she got up and listened for the sound that woke her. There was the sound of muffled screaming and then a thump, coming from Deeks' room. Kensi turned on her heel and raced to the bedroom, throwing open the door with a bang, holding her gun out in front of her. He was twitching in his sleep, and she could see his hand gripping the sheets.

"Deeks," she said, setting her gun down on the dresser and touching his arm lightly. "Deeks wake up."

His eyes popped open and he stared at her wildly. He grabbed her roughly and his hand closed around her throat for a second before his eyes cleared and he was staring at her in horror.

"You were having a dream," Kensi said, watching him carefully.

"God, I'm sorry, I thought-" he looked at her, guilt etched into his face. "I thought you were someone else," his voice was rough.

"It doesn't matter," she was afraid to touch him, afraid he would push her away again.

"I don't have control, I feel like I'm losing myself." He said, rubbing his hand over his face.

She reached for him before she could change her mind and wrapped her arms around him. He stiffened for a long moment before he relaxed with a shudder and rested his head on her chest.

"What if I hurt you?"
"You won't, I promise," Kensi said, leaning her head on his.

"What if I can never go back to normal?"

"You were never normal," she said dryly.

She felt him shaking with laughter and she smiled.

"Told you you would come in to cuddle with me."

"You know what, this cuddle session is over," Kensi said scooting off the bed. His arm snaked around her waist and she was yanked back onto the bed, snug against him.

"There are no take backs on cuddle sessions," Deeks murmured against her hair.

Kensi shifted so she lay more comfortably.

"Fine, one night."


The sun was shining when he woke, and Kensi lay against him, warm and soft. This time there was no lingering fear from a nightmare, and he felt more rested than he had in weeks. She shifted slightly and snored slightly, a tiny snorting sound that he found ridiculously adorable. Her hand was fisted in his shirt and he felt warmth ballooning in his chest as he looked down at her. It really wasn't fair that she looked so breathtakingly beautiful when she slept. She shifted again, her leg sliding along the inside of his thigh and he had to scoot back before he embarrassed himself. He tried moving his arm out from under her but she clung to him like a burr, pressing her face into his neck, causing his skin to heat. A muttered oath slipped from his lips.

Her breathing changed and he felt her shift again as she woke. Her eyes opened and he felt himself pulled towards her. Her lips parted slightly and he felt his gaze drop to her mouth. Her pulse beat wildly in the hollow of her throat and he pressed the pad of his thumb there before lowering his mouth to hers. Her hand slid over his chest and tangled in his hair, and she bit down lightly on his lower lip before sucking it into her mouth and hooking her leg around his waist, pressing herself against him. He groaned as his eyes practically crossed and he pulled back slightly to meet her eyes.

"We should stop."

"We should," Kensi murmured.

"We'll stop later," he decided

"Good plan," she said, yanking his mouth back down to hers. She tugged his shirt up and they both grunted as he wiggled out of it. He pulled her shirt off in one fluid motion and his fingers skimmed up her side as he reached for her bra.

She jerked and a breathless giggle escaped from her lips.

"Oh my god you're ticklish, that's adorable." He said, ignoring her warning eyebrow raise.

He dug his fingers into her ribs and tickled mercilessly while she threatened him with various creative situations.

"Deeks!" She shrieked, finally succeeding in flipping him over and pinning him down with her arm on his throat.

"Tickle me one more time and I will make you regret it." She hissed, her knee pressing down threateningly on his groin.

He held his hands up in surrender.

"No more tickling."

"Good," she lowered her head again and kissed him as he slid his hands up her back. She shuddered slightly and his fingers found the snap of her bra. He tried to unhook it and found there was a little velcro strap attached to the hook. He tugged it open and attempted to unhook it again, the bra didn't budge, he frowned and brought his other hand up to work the hook.

"What the hell are you doing?" Kensi said impatiently.

"I'm trying to unhook this thing, is there a combination lock on it?"
"No it's just a bra, here let me."

"I've got it, could you just like turn around or something."

"Just let me,"

"I can do it okay, it's just you're wearing the world's most complicated bra so if you could give me a minute here."

Her hand slid dangerously up his thigh and he wiggled slightly.

"Alright, no groping, I can't concentrate."
"Fine," Kensi said testily, crossing her arms and giving him a long look.

He stuck his tongue between his teeth and wiggled at the clasp.

"Are you sure thing isn't soldered on?"

"Oh for god's sake."

The bra snapped open.
"Got it," Deeks said, yanking her against him and crushing his mouth to hers.

She sighed into his mouth, and froze when his phone rang. There was the quiet ringing of her phone in the background.

"Damn it," He muttered against her mouth. Kensi scooted off him and he had to stop himself from whimpering when she hooked her bra again.

"I've got first dibs on the shower." She said, scooping his shirt off the floor.

"Fine, but next time don't wear that damn bra."

"What makes you think there's going to be a next time?" Kensi asked silkily.

He lunged for her and yanked her into a smoldering kiss.

"There's gonna be a next time,"

"Fine, but I'm keeping this" she said, holding up his shirt.

"You can add it to your collection."

"Ugh, shut up."

"We should shower together, do our part to conserve water."

A slow smile crossed her face and she stepped towards him, running a hand over his chest.

"If you showered with me, we wouldn't be conserving water." She pressed a firm kiss to his mouth and closed the bathroom door in his face. He stared dumbly at the door and willed the blood to flow back to his brain.


I'm going on vacation from the 3rd to the 11th, so next update will probably come a few days after that. Hope you all enjoyed chapter 7! This chapter was a little more Kensi/Deeks heavy, next chapter will feature the other team members more prominently.