#Taking Time – Happy New Years! Just as the year is about to roll over, the villains steal centre stage. Literally. They take it. - 500 words | Rating: T | Genre: Humour

"Why is it always when I'm in a dress?" Kensi darkly muttered, jaw set as she sprinted after their guy.

Well, she tried to sprint. It was a bit hard to do that when you were in a densely packed hall (and Deeks meant densely packed) where everyone was already drunk off their asses and in a tight dress. His partner was making it work though, as usual. Deeks had to hide his smirk and focus on catching their guy who thought it was a brilliant idea to run headfirst into this woozy crowd.

Actually, it as a pretty good idea for the guy, he and Kensi had practically lost him. Smart ass had even stopped running so he blended in too, dammit.

"Ok! We're going to start our countdown now and the band will start laying!" the host shouted into his mic.

Deeks winced. This headlining act was not good and he did not want his New Year's kiss to have any of their songs s it's background. It would just be pathetic. He looked at his frowning partner. Not that he thought he was going to get his kiss at this rate.

"Ten!"

"Over there!" Kensi shouted pointed off to his left.

Or, Deeks assumed she shouted because he couldn't hear her over the crowd. He followed her finger

"Nine!"

There he was! Edging along the side of the wall all shifty-like. Deeks tutted. Rookie mistake.

"Eight!"

A few quick hand signals later and the two of them had their plan. They'd be trapping him from the front and back and pray that he wouldn't get into the crowd again.

"Seven!"

They were getting very close, surprisingly since people kept on fall on them. There was definitely too much alcohol at this party.

"Six!"

The guy saw them. Kensi swore loud enough to be heard over the crowd as he bolted. They both did the same, they just had to stop him getting to the door.

"Five!"

Deeks saw their suspect start to panic as they gained on him. Good. He had nowhere to hide now.

"Four!"

Or, maybe he did. Deeks gaped as the guy seized one of the many thick cables used for the acoustics and lights and started shimmying up it like he was in Gym class.

"Three!"

"What the?" Deeks mouthed at his partner. What was the correct procedure for this?

Kensi shrugged hopelessly at him, staring upwards in disbelief.

"Two!"

The rope wobbled as the guy started to swing. Honesty, what was he trying to achieve?

"One!"

Their suspect slipped off the cable, making Deeks' heart jump into his mouth, and surprisingly landing on his feet on the stage with only a slight wobble.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

The microphone screeched as the host shouted far too close to it. Their suspect practically fell over at its volume. The host thrust the microphone at the stunned guy.

"Nice entrance dude!" their suspect got told by the host as he gestured for him to sing.