A/N: I did warn you all that this weekend was going to be hectic...
Anyway, here's the 28th instalment, two days late. Part 29 will be uploaded in about ten minutes and part 30 will be later on today.
Hope you like this one!
28 - Race
Kensi shook her head as her partner took off running, yelling after him that she wasn't racing.
Tuesdays.
To Agent Kensi Blye, Tuesdays were the most pointless days of the week.
It wasn't the start of the week like a Monday, nor was it the end like a Friday. It definitely wasn't a weekend like Saturday or Sunday. It wasn't the middle of the week like Wednesdays and it didn't signify the beginning of the end of the working week like a Thursday.
No, to Kensi, Tuesdays were pointless. Something that her partner knew all too well.
"Are you annoying?" Kensi asked, rolling her eyes and smirking at the shaggy haired detective sat in the passenger seat of her car.
"Kens, that's not a real question."
"Sounded like a question to me."
"Do you even know how to play 'Twenty Questions'?" Deeks asked, incredulous. For the past hour he'd tried every trick he knew to entertain his partner during their stakeout. Three games of 'I Spy', a brief attempt at dealing with Kensi's taste in music, a pack of Twizzlers and two dead-arms later, Deeks was quickly running out of ways to keep his partner from launching into another rant about how bored she was.
"Of course I know how to play a dumb game," Kensi retorted, "I'm just bored sat here watching this guy do nothing."
"Kens-"
"No, he's not doing anything! The guy doesn't even jaywalk, what exactly are we supposed to learn by following this guy?" Kensi interrupted, hitting the steering wheel.
Chancing a look at his partner, turning in his seat to fully watch the agent, Deeks smiled.
"You're hungry!" The detective announced, as if he'd discovered the meaning of life.
"No I'm not," Kensi grumbled, pointedly turning to look out of the window and away from her partner.
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Then why are you staring at that hot dog stand?" Deeks retorted, laughing when Kensi failed to respond. "I can go grab us a couple of subs if you want," the detective offered, leaning to the side to pull his wallet out from his back pocket.
"I can't," the agent mumbled, shifting in her seat once more.
"You weren't serious about that whole diet thing were you?" Deeks asked, realising the heart of the issue at hand.
The previous Friday, Kensi had stormed into the Mission, threw herself into her chair and unwrapped a granola bar with far more force than necessary. Kensi's display of anger in front of food had the rest of the team worried and after a little prodding and persuading from Sam and Callen, Kensi finally explained.
"Remember that guy I was supposed to be meeting last night?" the female agent asked, prompting the guys.
"Yeah," Callen replied while Sam nodded, folding his arms.
"Well we were at this restaurant and the guy kept making these weird comments about my food and what I was eating and so when I asked him about it he asked me if I was worried about getting fat! God, can you believe that?" Kensi all but shouted before attacking the granola bar once more with gusto.
Realising that this was not the answer they were expecting, Sam and Callen bailed out of the conversation, hands raised and laughing while assuring Kensi that she was fine and that her date was a jerk. Deeks, on the other hand, sat at his desk seething. Part of him could see the amusement in the situation, Kensi was gorgeous and to even suggest that she was chubby would be ridiculous; the other part of him just wanted to find Kensi's date and beat some sense into the guy, the old fashioned way, for even suggesting that she was anything less than perfect.
The ringing phone in the glove box distracted Deeks from his thoughts. Shaking his head and trying to focus on what Kensi was saying, Deeks managed to work out that Callen and Sam had shown up to watch follow their suspect, letting Kensi and Deeks take a break from the mundane task.
"Come on," Deeks called, getting out of the car and stretching his legs.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm getting some food, I'm hungry. You coming or what?"
"I'm fine, I'll wait here."
"Wrong answer, Fern," Deeks said before walking over to the driver's side door. Opening the car and practically pulling Kensi out of it, Deeks couldn't help the smile spreading across his face at his partner's half-hearted attempts at stopping him.
"Deeks, I'm serious. I'll eat later."
"Screw him."
"What?" Eyebrows furrowed, Kensi did a double-take looking at her partner, trying to work out what had prompted the comment.
"That guy you went out with, Jeff or Jay or-"
"James," Kensi supplied.
"Or James. Screw him. You are perfect," Deeks told his partner, moving closer to her before reaching up to grasp her forearms as he spoke. "You're perfect just the way you are so don't go changing that for some jerk who doesn't deserve it."
"Okay," Kensi agreed after a slight pause, smiling at her partner.
"Okay?"
"Okay."
"Good, because I'm feeling like hotdogs and cotton candy. You in?" Deeks asked, glad to see his food loving partner hadn't taken some jerk's comments too seriously.
"Only if you're paying."
"What, why me?"
"You offered to pay for subs just 20 minutes ago!" Kensi argued, "What changed?"
"Tell you what; last one to the pier loses. Loser pays," already several paces ahead of her, Deeks turned around, arms open, daring Kensi to take the bet as he walked backwards.
"What are you, six?"
"What are you, chicken?" Deeks shot back, mimicking his partner.
Laughing at the detectives childish behaviour, Kensi shook her head, feeling foolish for her earlier thoughts. What did it matter what some guy thought of her, her didn't know her like her partner did.
Her partner who knew, as sure as Kensi hated Tuesdays, that the agent would never back down from a challenge.
"You're on," Kensi shouted, sprinting away from her partner as he raced after her, laughing the whole time.
A/N2: I could beg for reviews here or I could just go ahead and upload the next chapter...
