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("Anonymous" 02x07)

Overthinking…

When Kensi returned home the perspective of a warm bath and a container of Rocky Road was still on her mind. Despite the fact that she was stuck in traffic she was still going to make that night a fully relaxing time. When she opened the door to her apartment and almost fell over a laundry basket full of her clothes for a brief moment she thought about finally cleaning the place. But then she got distracted by the ice cream and hunting for something to eat. There was absolutely nothing in her fridge except said ice cream, some water, and beers – nice liquid diet she thought to herself. She was happy that Deeks didn't see the state of her apartment and fridge. She was surprised that she suddenly cared about his opinion. Why on earth did she care about that?

Finally sitting in a warm bathtub and eating her ice cream Kensi was thinking about the day's event. The visit to the beauty clinic was still on her mind. Somehow all Deeks' comments about her look came flashing into her mind. She signed frustrated and spooned another bite of chocolate bliss. She didn't care about his opinion, not at all. Were her ears that big? And that hips comment made Kensi stop and consider another spoon of chocolate ice-cream when rethinking her partners monolog in the clinic. She should hit him harder, she thought. She hoped he would have bruises that remind him not to try and talk about her appearance ever again. Why did I even think about this? She thought darkly about Deeks' comments and snorted into her ice cream when she remembered how this little trip ended. Poor Deeks was crying all the way to the office and Kensi was fighting not to laugh.

I need to stop thinking about Deeks she scolded herself when walking away from the bathroom. She put on her favorite sweatpants and a t-shirt and switched on her laptop. She checked her email and found a message from Tiffany, it was an invitation to a nightclub. Kensi looked skeptically at the attachment. What was a better a way to stop overthinking that weird day? You needed to get out more, it was her friend's first sentence in the email. Maybe Tiffany had a point, it was Friday evening and Kensi was still thinking about work, Kensi thought to herself when taking her phone and dialing Tiffany's number.

Overreacting…

Late at night both Kensi and her friend were leaving the Paris nightclub. It was way past 3 am in the morning they were both a little wasted and in a very good mood. Kensi was putting on her leather jacket talking a little too loud to her shorter and blond-haired friend.

"…he was a loser and he didn't even know how to tell a joke," Kensi commented when leaving the nightclub hand in hand with Tiffany. But Tiffany made a face like she didn't totally believe her companion. The evening couldn't be any better, the drinks were splendid, the guys couldn't stop staring at Kensi in her little black dress and Tiffany had a very good time watching her friend fighting the flirtatious crowd.

"He wasn't that bad KK, he was cute, and he was really trying." Tiffany started talking laughingly, "It's not his fault that you have your standard set up high."

"What do you mean by that?" Kensi asked her friend a confused look on her face.

"Well, look at you?" Tiffany gestured at Kensi wearing a very short and a very tight looking black dress and high heels. "Anyone who would try to impress you would have an almost impossible job." She finished and then after a moment she added. "Not to mention that you spend each day with that partner of yours… Deeks is his name?"

And here we go again, Kensi thought. The reason to go out was brought back again. Not that she had been thinking about him little too much that night.

"What?" Kensi asked confused. "What does Deeks have anything to do with that? And, his name is Marty."

"What?" It was Tiffany's time to stare in confusion at her friend. "I remember you telling me that he's funny, caring and …"

"And…" Kensi was thinking fast when she used words like that to describe Deeks. Maybe it was the last time when she and Tiffany saw each other. Yes, definitely the last time they had met because there had been way too much alcohol for Kensi's liking and it was when Charline was born. So maybe Kensi could have said some stupid things about her partner then but she would absolutely blame the alcohol.

"Handsome." Tiffany finished smiling at her friend a mischievous smile.

"I would have never called Deeks handsome!" Kensi almost laughed earning a dark look from Tiffany. Well, to be honest, Deeks wasn't so bad but to call him handsome was a little exaggeration in Kensi's opinion.

"But you did my friend, just after you showed me his photo." Tiffany said and looked at Kensi's mortified expression." You don't think he's handsome?" It was Tiffany's turn to ask a question which wasn't actually a question.

"Yes," Kensi blurted without thinking then after a moment of hesitation she continued, "no..., I don't know." Kensi finished confused and shrugged her shoulders. "I've never thought about that."

"Never?" Her friend asked in disbelief. Finally, their taxi stopped and both women got into the car. When Kensi rested her head on the headrest of the back seat she continued.

"I didn't drink enough to continue this conversation," Kensi mumbled more to herself than to Tiffany. "Ask me again some other time."

"I may." Her blond-haired friend answered and started talking with the taxi driver giving him their addresses and directions.

Overanalyzing…

Lying in her bed her mind fuzzy with the tiredness and alcohol Kensi was trying very hard not to think about the last conversation with Tiffany. Or to be honest she was really trying to force her brain to remember when she did call her partner handsome. Because it probably was a traumatizing experience since she didn't have any relocation of that in her mind.

He was fine. She could agree with that…

He could even be called handsome, with those blue eyes and unruly blond hair. Yes, he could be called handsome if you liked that type…

A/N: Well, before I came across detective Marty Deeks I've always thought that this is not my type… well now? Team Deeks!