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Do you remember that amazing Deeks' monologue 02x16 when those two finally sounded like partners? Well all the ideas came from that part of that episode. And I quote:

(...) you always need to drive, you set your clock 15 minutes fast, you set my clocks 15 minutes fast, everything is a competition, you have to have separate checks at Starbucks, you make fun from guys who order a non-fat latte. Do you have any idea how exhausting is being your partner?" M. Deeks (02x16)

As always my kind regard goes to GinnyGinervaWealsey, my amazing beta. THANKS AGAIN!

As the days go by…

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Everything is a competition…

The day was uneventful for the whole NCIS unit that Thursday. At the end of their workday, they were bored beyond imagining. They all did their reports yesterday evening after wrapping the case assuming they would be busy with another case the next morning. But nothing came, around lunch even Erick went downstairs to sit with the rest of the team because he finished updating the system and had literally nothing to do, and since he was forbidden to play video games in ops he decided to spend the rest of the day downstairs. Nell was busy rearranging the archive files in the stage room on Hetty's request and was the only occupied person around the office that lazy Thursday. Callen and Sam took that time to do some training in the gym, at some point Deeks joined them but then got distracted by some phone call from the LAPD and he never returned. Sam suspected that it was more because they were doing martial arts training and Deeks' didn't want his sorry ass to be beaten up. Hours later all the team members were tired of boredom and Hetty decided to put them out their misery.

"Go home you lot." She informed them coming to the bullpen and earning a surprised look from four sets of eyes. "Or go drinking, I don't care, just stop walking around."

"What? Can we actually go home?" Callen asked in disbelief almost sure that it was a test. They were supposed to say that they would stay because it was their duties or something like that. But Hetty didn't say anything just looked at him pointedly. She was actually allowing them to go home.

"An hour early?" Asked Sam truly surprised.

"Or drinking?" Deeks added his blue eyes widen in an actual surprise when he continued, "On Thursday? Hetty that's too much generosity on your part." He finished, and he knew that he crossed the line just the second he finished talking. Hetty's eyes narrowed at him.

"Don't push your luck, Mr. Deeks." The petite operation manager pointed her finger at the detective. "Nell may need some assistance and you will be left to help her."

"In that case, I'm first at the door." Deeks almost ran from his desk strapping his bag across his shoulder when walking fast to the door. "Anyone up for a drink?"

Kensi was first to follow him with Sam and Callen rising from their seats.

"After a day like that, I think we all are up for more than one." Said Callen and took his bag. Sam couldn't agree more.

An hour later the four of them were sitting in a crowded and noisy bar, Sam and Callen were drinking another beer and Kensi and Deeks were playing darts. Well, playing was an odd word to describe what was happening between those two. It started innocently as an activity to kill time but now it was an actual championship. They were keeping scores and quarreling so loud that Sam and Callen could hear them across the room. As for now, Kensi was winning and she didn't even try to hide her grin and Deeks was trying very hard not to laugh every time she scored more points than him and performed a weird victory dance. He tasted on his own skin how competitive his partner was after he almost lost feeling in his left arm when Kensi hit him after he won the first round. Since that Deeks decided to lose for his own safety. Kensi was good at throwing knives but darts were a totally different story and Deeks was way better in that game than his badass partner but losing Kensi wasn't a clever idea, especially for his arm muscles. So, for his own sake and to reduce the number of bruises for a day he decided to let her win.

"I didn't know Kensi could even play darts?" Callen asked amused, nursing another bottle of cold beer and looking at the two partners playing. Sam just made a face at him.

"Nah, Deeks is letting her win," Sam answered smiling at his partner. "I think it's the wisest decision he has made this entire week, Kensi can be a sore loser sometimes."

"Yeah, sore being the keyword for the opponent." Callen laughed hard and got up from the chair. "It's time to save our beach boy from more serious injuries, come on Sam our turn."

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I will pay for my coffee…

A very angry looking Deeks hung up the phone call which made him leave the nearest Starbucks coffee to talk in private. Police business shouldn't be conducted in a crowded coffee restaurant. But it wasn't the topic of the phone conversation that made him that angry.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked Kensi angrily taking one of the cups of coffee she was offering him, "Why can't I buy you coffee? "

"What?" Kensi answered taken aback by her partner's words and then she remembered the conversation with the cashier and her insisting on paying for her coffee. It was stupid she knew that, but she didn't need anyone to buy her coffee. "Nothing is wrong with me and you can buy me coffee but…"

"But what Kensi?" Deeks asked when they started walking back to the boatshed. They only left for the coffee and were returning to work at the investigation. "This is the third time this week you insist on paying for your own coffee," Deeks said his tone little annoyed and hurt. "I know I'm a cop, but that liaison thing paid me a little more than I was expecting, and I definitely can buy an extra cup of coffee." He finished matter of factly side glancing at his partner.

"Why is it such a big deal?" Kensi didn't understand what Deeks was suddenly so angry about. She knew that he could afford to buy her coffee not that she gave him a chance to buy her anything. She always insisted on sharing the bills or paying for herself no matter where they were. She always thought that it was only fair and now Deeks played offensive when she didn't give him a chance to be a gentleman.

"Because every time we are at Starbucks or, any other place to be exact, you insist on separate checks and every time I got that weird look from whoever takes the money like I'm the worst guy in the entire restaurant for letting you pay," Deeks said a little offended.

"What?" Kensi looked at him in disbelieve. "You are making that up."

"Well they never said anything," Deeks tried to explain, "but the looks on their faces are always the same as - dude come on you don't even buy her coffee."

"I don't want you to buy me coffee." Kensi blurted out a little to fast for her liking. It was like she was trying to convince herself that.

"Fine," Deeks said averting his eyes from her. He was really trying not to take that personally. Maybe that partnership wasn't working as he thought it was. "Then I will never go for another coffee for you missy."

"Fine." She huffed at him.

"Fine." Deeks agreed with her his voice cold. Then he tossed his paper cup to the nearest bin and shoved his hands into his pockets. They were almost at the boatshed now. "Anyway, I need to go. LAPD just called I need to sign some papers for that case, so I may need your car."

"Fine." Without any other additions, Kensi fished her car keys from her pocket and tossed them to Deeks, to be honest more at him but he caught them and just smiled darkly. His partner was a handful. "See you in the office."

"Fine," Deeks said and marched in the direction of the car.

Two hours later when Deeks entered the bullpen a fresh hot non-fat latte was sitting on Deeks' desk when he returned from the police station. He was staring at the white paper cup with a characteristic green logo as if it was going to explode any minute. He looked around looking for someone who left it on his desk and was returning to retrieve it back. But examining the cup closer there was his name written at the side of it. Definitely, the coffee was for him and he had a nagging suspicion from who that little peace offering was from. He smiled to himself and tentatively took the cup and tasted the coffee after confirming that he would not drop dead and it wasn't poisoned he smiled even wider.

Unfortunately, two days later the same argument made those two quarrel all the way to the boatshed again when they took a break from interrogating a witness and decided to go for a coffee. Deeks only shook his head, his partner wasn't the easiest person to be around sometimes.

Eating habits…

In his whole life detective Marty Deeks had never met a woman who could eat so much food and still look like a freaking magazine model and yes, it considered his dark-haired partner. Kensi ate almost everything and was lethal when she was hungry. Deeks learned fast in their partnership that he better keep his partner fed otherwise there could be physical violence. And sweets were her soft spot but she told everyone who wanted to listen to her that she absolutely avoided refined sugar. Yeah, of course, but the sugar in Twinkies didn't count if Deeks could tell, the sugar in Ding Dong and all variety of ice creams didn't count either. He was finding the wrappers and containers of various kind of sweets stashed around the car or the office and he couldn't resist taunting her about them. Also, the food could be all kinds if it was eatable and preferably in use once only containers. After some time Deeks just stopped gapping in surprise at how much food his partner could put in her mouth for one bite and just decided that he needed to learn to live with that.

And she still looked like a damn model he thought when he was staring at her wearing a black dress when they were on yet another honey trap assignment in a nightclub. Deeks was trying very hard not to ogle her much but sometimes he just couldn't help himself, especially when his partner was wearing that kind of outfit.

A/N: OK, there will be more because there is no '15 minutes' issue but it will be in the next story. I just couldn't help myself. Please leave a review it really means a lot to me.