This didn't go where I thought it was going to go and I don't even care.
"Wait, so let me see if I'm getting this right. My badass federal agent wife is going undercover, at a beauty pageant, because someone is threatening to blowup the the convention center and everyone in it on live television?" The blond detective asked, smiling.
Hetty clearly doesn't see the irony. "That is correct. And you, Mr. Deeks, you will be accompanying your wife as her coach."
"Awesome!" Everyone turns to look at the shaggy detective like really. "I mean awesome because it's just like the movie. Not awesome because of the whole wanting to kill thousands of people thing." His eyes go wide with excitement when he realizes something else. "Does that mean I get to-"
Hetty interrupts him already knowing where he's going with this. "Yes, you get to pick out her wardrobe and train her."
Deeks slaps his hands, sending an excited clap across the room as he looks at his wife, smirking. "HOT DAMN!"
Kensi shakes her head, letting out a soft chuckle. She knows how excited he is about this, hell she has to watch the movie with him every time it comes on, and listen to him babble on and on about how both she and Sandra Bullock look so much alike and how her character is a badass federal agent in the movie and how she's a badass federal agent in real life. If he's gonna get to have his fun she might as well get in on it too.
Still looking at her husband but talking to Hetty, she gets an evil glint in her eye. "Does that mean I get to dress him?"
"Yes, Mrs. Deeks, I suppose that would only be fair."
She starts to follow Hetty out of ops and when she passes her husband, she looks him in the eye with a devious smile across her face. "Excellent."
Deeks sees the shit eating grin on her face and…..Oh shit! "Wifey. Light of my life. Sugarbear." He chases after her hoping and praying that he can persuade her not to make him wear whatever's she has planned.
When he steps out of the changing room he has the look of a small kid whose mom made him wear something that he didn't want to wear.
Kensi and the guys can't help but laugh at the sight before them.
He walks up, standing in front of the mirror, examining his outfit. "Really, baby? A bowtie and suspenders?"
She walks up to him as he turns around. "Oh, yeah, sweetcheeks." Pulling the brown colored suspenders a wicked smile spread across her face.
"Baby, don't do it. Don't do it, baby." He squints his eyes, just waiting for her to release the offending straps.
Letting out a soft laugh, instead of releasing the straps, she pulls them even further so that his body falls into hers.
He's still waiting for the pain that will definitely ensue upon release but instead he feels her sweet soft lips on his.
Kensi pulls back, smiling at his shocked state. "I love you, hubby." She gently releases the suspenders and goes to step back, but before she can, Deeks grabs her waist and pulls her body back into his.
Placing a kiss to her forehead, he lets out a content sigh as he inhales her scent. Sunshine and Gunpowder. "I love you too, wifey."
"Ahem."
They step out of their embrace when they hear their boss, a blush rising to both of their cheeks as they turn to face the operations manager.
She gives the young couple a knowing grin. This isn't the first time she's caught them and something tells her it won't be the last. "Mrs. Deeks, your dress is in the changing room."
Kensi ducks her head, trying to hide the redness of her face as she makes her way behind the curtain. She surprised to say the least, when she sees what Hetty has hung up for her to wear. "Uh, Hetty, this looks like-"
"Yes, dear, I know." The small operations manager cuts the young brunette off, knowing exactly what she was going to say.
A few minutes later when he sees his wife come out from behind the curtain in a tight magenta mini dress, his jaw drops. Holy shit! Is that? "Hetty, is that?"
"Never try to hustle a true hustler." Hetty smiles shaking her head. "Sandy. Sandy. Sandy."
The agent and detective just continue to stare at one another, why are they even surprised. This is Hetty after all.
After her brief moment of reminiscing, Hetty hands Kensi the keys to their undercover car, sending them on their way. "Alright, you two, here are the keys to the Mercedes everything you need will be delivered to your hotel rooms before you arrive."
As they turn to start walking out of the mission, Deeks places a hand on Kensi's lower back, just above her ass. Leaning in, he whispers in her ear. "Do you think Hetty will let you borrow that once the mission is finished?"
The electricity that runs through her body at her husband's touch in not helping the situation that's already growing inside her after she saw the look in his eyes when she walked out of the changing room. She stops in her tracks, making her partner stop as well. Turning towards him, she bites her lip, and batts her eyelashes. "I'm sure she will seeing as though it's so tight I can't wear any panties, she'll probably want me to get it dry-cleaned before I return it." She quickly steps out of his reach and continues onto the car, leaving her gawking husband standing in the middle of the hallway.
Once he gets his wits about him, he chases after her with a huge grin on his face. "Oh, this is gonna be fun."
They arrive at the hotel where all the contestants are staying, going to their rooms and as promised by Hetty, all of their stuff is already there. Once they get situated, the partners meet back up in the lobby to find a place to start practicing. It seems as though all of the other girls have called it a night, but they decided that they need some extra time to "practice" before the event tomorrow. Figuring that if they picked a main open area they would look like any normal contestant and coach before the big day and not federal agents looking for any suspicious behavior going on in or around the hotel. The threat said nothing about the hotel or any other buildings other than the convention center where the main event is happening tomorrow, but that won't stop them from taking extra precautions.
"Okay, first things first. We need to work on your walk."
"What's wrong with my walk?" He can hear the exasperated tone in her voice.
"Nothing, sweetie." Intertwining his fingers, bringing them up to his chest, he gives her a look full of pity. "Nothing, if you're a new born baby deer, trying to learn to walk for the first time."
"Well it's worked for me for 36 years, so I'm not sure what you want me to do."
"Watch me, sweetie." He then proceeds to sashay down the hall, pops out his hip, turns around, flips his hair and then walks back towards her. "Now you go."
She doesn't know how she's going to get through this mission with her husband acting like this. Laughing while he's being "serious" is going to look strange to the other contestants and coaches. She just needs to control herself. Come on, Kensi. You can do this.
She does her best to mimic his strut. All the while "Gregory" encourages her. "Yes, Fern. Yasssss!" He claps his hands repeatedly. "Strut your stuff. That's it girl. Hips. Hips. Stop. Pop. Turn. Flip." Once she reaches him he can't wipe the proud smile off his face. "I'll tell you Fern, if you keep this up, you'll be Miss United States by this time next year."
It's the day of the competition and they're going through dress rehearsals. She's standing in front of the mirror and sees her husband walk up behind her, holding a can of hairspray. "Ah, hairspray, finally something I recognize."
Deeks or should I say Gregory, then proceeds to spray, but not in the area she was thinking. No.
Slightly shocked, she looks at her partner as he stands up. "What the hell?"
"What? They did it in the movie. It helps the swimsuit from riding up." He gives her an innocent look. "Plus, I don't need all of California getting a glimpse of my wife's sweet sweet ass. That's for my eyes only." He looks around, making sure no one is watching and playfully swats said ass.
Her eyes lock with his as they continue to look at each other in the mirror, both turning a shade darker. "Okay, you can't be doing that."
They're pulled out of their trance when the stage manager can be heard yelling for the contestants. "Alright, ladies. Places please. Remember this is just rehearsal. You don't need full makeup and hair right now."
After the swimsuit round next up is the evening gowns. Gregory has picked out a beautiful black number that he knows will look perfect on her. But honestly, is there anything she doesn't look drop dead gorgeous in?
When she comes out in her evening gown he can't say it out loud because it would break his cover, so when he sees that she's looking at him, he mouths it. Holy shit! "Yasss, honteee!" He walks up to her, fixing her fly aways. "One word. Fierce." He snaps his fingers, emphasizing the word.
Kensi clinches her lips, trying to hold her laughter at her husband's sassiness. God she loves this man.
He turns her around to face the mirror, stepping up behind her, making it look as if he's fixing her dress. Leaning forward enough to where it looks like he's situating her necklace all the while he's whispering in her ear. "God, baby, you look so beautiful."
As the blush rises to her cheeks, the sincerity in his eyes and voice just about send her over the edge. "Thank you, Gregory." Emphasis on Gregory to help remind her where she is and that she has a job to do right now. The thought of jumping his bones is going to have to be put on the back burner for now.
The couple is getting antsier and antsier as showtime approaches. Neither thinking that the operation was going to last this long, they're starting to get worried.
"Okay, five minutes, people. Five minutes until we're on." The stage manager calls.
The partners share a worried glance when they hear the call. Hoping that the team is close to apprehending the bomb.
Suddenly they hear Hetty over comms. "Mr. and Mrs. Deeks, the bomb has been found and disarmed. Suspects have also been apprehended. Seeing as though the competition is about to start I think it would be in your best interest, Kensi, to fake an illness of some sort. That is unless you would like to continue with the competition."
Deeks sends a smirk in his wife's direction, raising his eyebrow in question. "Well, what's it gonna be, Fern?"
Once she hears the words mission complete an image of her, her husband and a certain dress start to play out in her head and she knows that there's no way she can put it off any longer. There's also the fact that there's no way in hell that she wants to go out on stage. "I think I'm gonna pass. I have better things to do." Locking eyes with her guy, she can see that he's finally on the same thought train as her.
"Okay, you two. Job well done. I will see you both on Monday morning." The operations manager takes a brief pause. Well I never got them a wedding present. Knowing that they've most likely already turned their comms off. She takes out her phone and types out a quick text.
Oh, and Mrs. Deeks, you may keep the dress.
They've miraculously already made it back to her hotel room before she see the text from her boss. As she reads it, a grin slowly rises to her face.
"What's got you so happy over there, hot stuff?" He walks towards his partner, curious as to what's got his wife grinning like that.
She looks up and her eyes have darkened. Handing him her phone, he reads the text. "Just as well. I'm sure she wouldn't have wanted it back after it's been ripped." With that, he crashes his lips to hers, pulling her body to his.
They pull back when air becomes a necessity. She can't help but notice the desire grow in her husband's eyes minute by minute and knows just how to add to it. "I-I need to go to the bathroom." Little does he know what article of clothing is in said bathroom.
He nods, releasing her and watches her walk away with an extra sway in her hips that's just for him. Letting out a soft groan, he makes himself busy by cleaning off the bed and closing the curtains. Nobody needs to see the show. A few minutes later, he hears the door creak open, followed by the sweet sweet sound of his wife's voice.
"Oh, detective." Stepping into the room, she barely has time to register his reaction before he has her pressed against the wall, slamming his lips against hers in a fiery yet passionate kiss.
It's safe to say, she'll never be able to wear this dress again. Well in public anyways and somehow she thinks that was his plan all along.
