For Andy Bray of Twitter who in between teasing me about bring a hopeless romantic and telling me happy birthday in Welsh, gave me this prompt.

"Love cures people - both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it."

-Dr. Karl Menninger

*This ice cream sucks.*

Deeks laughed slightly as he read the text.

*could've bought your own* He answered.

*you could've stayed to eat it with me*

"Who is she?" Kip's inquisitive voice snapped Deeks out of his haze.

"Huh?"

"That girl." Kip said tipping his beer bottle towards Deeks' phone. "The one you've been texting the entire game. Who is she?"

Typing out one last quick text to Kensi, Deeks shoved the phone into his jeans pocket. "Nobody." He said gruffly, tipping his bottle back to his mouth, swallowing it's contents. "Just a coworker."

"Oh Marty, I've known you a long time, and this girl, she ain't just a coworker." Leaning forward, Kip picked up the remote and muted the TV. "Who is she?" He repeated sternly.

"A friend and a coworker."

Kip let out a loud groan. "Oh come on! You've gotta give me more then that!" His eyes brightened. "She bad?"

Deeks looked at Kip, his eyebrows raised and a smile picking across his face for the first time. "Yes, Kip. She's bad."

Sounding intrigued, Kip leaned over. "You got any pictures of her?"

With a heavy sigh Deeks pulled his phone back out and opened his gallery, making sure to choose a photo that had him sitting beside Kensi, arm wrapped around her shoulders.

Kip let out a low whistle. "Wow, Marty Mar she is bad."

"Yeah, yeah, that's enough!" Pressing the button to send it into sleep mode, the phone went back to Deeks' pocket. "Let's do something besides ogling my...Kensi."

Laughing Kip unmuted the TV, and sat back in silence. After several moments he spoke again. "Tell me about her, not her ass. Her."

A short bark of laughter burst from Deeks' mouth and he ran a hand nervously through his hair. "She's, uh, she's different. Nothing like any woman I've met before."

"That a good thing?" Kip questioned.

"Oh, oh, yes, definitely, definitely, yes. I wouldn't want a woman who wasn't like her."

Arching an eyebrow Kip muted the TV again. "And you just said that she was one of a kind."

Removing his feet from the coffee table Deeks leaned forward. "Yeah I know what I said. Kensi is most definitely one of a kind, I wouldn't have it any other way. She's, uh, she's kind of perfect. She'd get all smug if you told her that but in reality she'd deny it to the ends of the earth."

Gaining confidence Deeks spoke faster. "She can eat faster then anyone else I've ever seen, she could kick Chuck Norris's ass, she doesn't laugh when I joke with her but I know she finds them funny, she's the bravest person I've ever met, she'd die for a person she's never seen before. She.."

"She loves you." Kip interrupted.

"I'm sorry, what?" Deeks turned towards him.

"The lady you just described wouldn't waste her time texting you for hours if she didn't care about you, Marty. She's way to bad for that." Kip shrugged. "Face the facts, you feel the same way."

"Look, Kip I don't know what you're-"

"Just listen to me, Marty. You refuse to hang out with the girls I have over now. You hardly ever do come over and when you do you got that faraway smile and your phone in hand texting nonstop. Get over yourself and admit it, you'll both be happier if ya do."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Deeks spoke slowly.

"I'm trying to say go eat that crappy ice cream with your girl, and make that she knows how you feel, so when she's ready to feel the same she won't be afraid."

"You read my text!" Deeks said accusingly.

"Ehh." Kip grinned. "It was right in front of me."

"You know." Deeks hoisted himself off the couch. "You're a lot smarter than you used to be."

"And you're a lot more hairy. Now go."

Shaking his head Deeks walked to the door and let himself out. Kip smirked and unmuted the TV for the last time. He owed his Marty Mar for helping him through his younger years, being a big brother, keeping him in school, and teaching him to play basketball. It was time to pay him back.

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