Another prompt from the amazing hangten33! Thank you so much. Sorry it's so late!

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Scratched Paint

"This car had better come back without a scratch, you two," Hetty said sternly as she passed the keys to the expensive sports car to Kensi.

"Alright, Hetty. We'll be careful, I promise." Kensi took the keys, then glanced over at her temporary partner. "Let's roll, woman," Kensi said with a grin, spinning on her heel.

"Oh yeah, let's ride." Talia followed Kensi out the door to the motor pool, where a brand new Porsche Panamera sat ready and waiting. Classy, fancy, but low-key enough to blend in, the silver sweetheart was the perfect cover for the undercover op. The pair quickly got in the car, heading out to their first location.

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"Kensi!" Talia yipped as Kensi careened around a corner, flying after their suspect. "Watch the curb!"

Kensi gritted her teeth as she heard a sickening scrape and the car bumped to the right with an ugly jerk. "That's gonna leave a mark," she muttered, cranking the wheel to get straightened out.

"Hetty's gonna have our hides for this!" Talia exclaimed, gripping the armrest as Kensi gunned the engine, stomping hard on the gas pedal.

"Not if she doesn't find out!" Kensi snapped back through gritted teeth. "Now shut up and let me drive!"

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"Miss Blye! What did you do to my car?" Hetty exclaimed once the mission had been completed and the girls had returned the Panamera to the motor pool. She knelt beside the driver's side door, looking at the ugly scrape marring the silver paint.

"Side swiped, Hetty. Suspects whipped around and flew into us. Couldn't swerve in time. I'm sorry," Kensi said smoothly.

"Bumper skimmed right across the door," Talia added, nodding to back Kensi up.

"I see," Hetty replied with a nod. "Thank you for telling me. I'll just get the door replaced."

Kensi nodded, walking around her and into the mission, Talia following behind. Once back in the bullpen, Kensi let out a sigh. Talia gave her a relieved look, then opened her mouth to say something. Kensi gave her a look, jerking her head towards Hetty's office in a silent warning.

Talia grinned in realization.

"Hey, uh, listen, Deeks is going to Sam's tonight, something about poker night? I don't know. Anyway, do you want to come over?" Kensi walked to her desk, closing her laptop and sliding it into her bag. Talia tilted her head as if considering for a moment before grinning.

"Sure. I'll follow you?"

"Sounds good." Kensi grinned as she shouldered her bag and headed for the tunnel.

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"What are you doing, Miss Jones?" Hetty asked as she entered the Ops center after Kensi and Talia had left.

"Oh, hi, Hetty. Just reviewing traffic cam footage from this morning's case," Nell replied, glancing up from the tablet she was tapping away on.

"Ah." Hetty peered at the large screen, watching it for a moment. "Can you go back a few frames, Miss Jones? Zoom in on the Porsche."

"Of course. Wasn't Kensi in the Porsche?" Nell asked as she did as requested.

"Yes," Hetty replied grimly, frowning as she watched the footage replay. She scowled darkly as she watched the car careen around the corner, slamming into the curb before jerking roughly to the right with a sickening crunch. And on the driver's door, an ugly scrape. Hetty frowned. "Thank you, Miss Jones. That will be all." Hetty turned and walked away before Nell could say another word.

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Kensi and Talia sat giggling on the couch like a couple of teenagers, riding out a sugar high from too much ice cream, Monty begging at their feet, when the knock on the door sounded. Kensi froze, clicking her jaw shut when she could see no visible silhouette through the window. She got up, quietly going to the door.

"We might be in trouble," Kensi murmured back at Talia, who raised an eyebrow. Kensi tentatively opened the door, looking down into the gaze of a partcular tiny woman, one who did not look very happy. "Um, hi, Hetty," Kensi greeted nervously, stepping back to allow her boss to enter the house.

"Miss Blye," Hetty greeted curtly with a nod, stepping in so Kensi could close the door. Hetty walked towards the couch, where Talia was frozen, eyes slightly wide. "Would you two care to tell me again how the door of my Panamera came to be so beat to hell?"

"We already told you, Hetty," Kensi tried nervously, shoving her hands in her pockets to stop the fidgeting. "Sideswipe."

"Traffic cam footage shows otherwise," Hetty said pointedly, withdrawing a small tablet from her purse, pulling up the video of Kensi crashing into the curb, turning the screen so the two could see. Kensi gaped, and Talia was opening and closing her mouth repeatedly. "Why on earth are you staring at me like that? There's the evidence, right here!"

"I'm sorry, Hetty. I'll pay to get the door replaced," Kensi said quickly.

"I don't care about the car, Miss Blye. What I'm concerned about is the fact that you two deliberately lied to me! Why?"

"You told me not to scratch it. I didn't mean to beat it up, and I figured you'd be less upset if you thought the other guys did it."

"I see," Hetty said grimly. She pointed at Talia. "And your answer, Miss Del Campo?"

"Kensi answered before I could. I just went along with it so I didn't get her into trouble."

"Well now you are both in trouble. Should've told the truth, you two." Hetty sighed. "Let's go into the dining room and finish our discussion, shall we?"

Hetty walked further into the house, towards the dining room. "You two know the drill." Hetty placed her hands behind her back, waiting for the girls to assemble themselves into their respective positions. Talia backed into a corner of the room, arms crossed over her chest, hands clutching her biceps in a protective shield, bottom lip caught in a tight grip between her teeth.

Kensi unthreaded her belt, placing it on the table before unbuttoning and pushing her jeans to her knees, revealing the white panties she wore underneath. She then bent over the table, willing Hetty to allow her to keep her underwear up.

Hetty stepped forward, reaching for the belt Kensi had placed on the tabletop. Kensi allowed herself a tiny sigh of relief when Hetty didn't say anything about the thin layer of protection she had left up. Then the first swat fell. Kensi heard it before she felt it, a loud angry snap then a flash of hot fiery pain.

Kensi sucked in a breath, catching in her throat. Talia jumped. The first smack always scared her out of skin. Hetty continued in her rhythmic, fast paced swats, covering the whole of Kensi's backside.

Kensi was tense, breathing heavily, trying as hard as she could not to jump up, digging her fingernails into her palms. Tears brimmed in her eyes, finally spilling as Hetty moved lower, to her sit spots. Kensi yelped, the first sound she'd made since the spanking had begun.

Talia squeezed her eyes shut, unable to watch any longer. Kensi's bum was bright red, and Hetty showed no signs of stopping as she shifted her focus down to her sit spots and thighs.

Kensi began to cry when Hetty landed three very rapid swats to her sit spots, burying her face in her arms. Hetty placed a gentle hand on the small of her back comfortingly for a moment before unleashing a bout of smacks to her thighs.

Kensi finally lost the last of her resolve, going limp over the table, almost letting her knees buckle, mouth clamped tightly shut, muffling her cries. Hetty smiled a little, landing one last swat to Kensi's thighs. She whimpered, a choked sound from the back of her throat.

"All over, Miss Blye," Hetty said gently, patting her bottom lightly, a much more welcome gesture than the hard swats a few seconds before. Kensi didn't know why, but there was something comforting about the touch. She stood up, tugging her jeans back up, whimpering a little as she buttoned them, the rough fabric chafing against her very sore skin.

"Come here," Hetty murmured, and Kensi knelt down to give her boss a hug. Talia watched in a sort of odd fascination. She didn't understand how the toughest, most stubborn woman she knew could be reduced to a crying, vulnerable little girl. The level of trust between Hetty and Kensi must've been so high, so strong, for Kensi to be this open and unguarded.

Hetty patted Kensi's back, then nudged her towards Talia. Kensi shuffled over to her, trading places with a nervous Talia.

"I think you should know the drill, Miss Del Campo," Hetty said pointedly.

"Yes, ma'am," Talia said as she unbuttoned and pushed her jeans to her knees. Hetty nodded, and Talia's punishment commenced. Kensi jumped at the sound of the first swat. Talia drew in a sharp breath of air through her teeth as a fiery stripe of pain blossomed over her backside. The second landed in much the same place as Hetty worked her way slowly down with many overlapping swats. It didn't take her long to start holding back her cries, the strokes raining down without relent. Hetty covered the whole of her bottom in spanks, painting it a bright red hue.

Talia whimpered as Hetty moved to her sit spots, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

"Hold still," Hetty said sternly, placing a gentle hand on the small of her back. Talia stilled, sniffling. Hetty began again, flicking the belt down onto her thighs. Talia started crying then, tears pooling on the hardwood. Hetty continued to lay swats down on her sit spots and thighs, right where she would feel it the most.

Kensi watched with wide eyes as Talia's backside grew a darker and darker shade of red. She imagined hers looked the same or worse. She looked away when Talia squealed in pain, frowning as Talia began to cry.

Hetty laid one last round down on Talia's bottom, starting from the top, ending at her thighs for a total of seven overlapping swats. Talia went limp over the table, crying gently into her arms.

"Finished, Miss Del Campo," Hetty said gently, dropping the belt onto the floor. Talia nodded and stood stiffly, bending to pull up and replace her jeans. She hissed as the coarse denim rubbed painfully. "Come here," Hetty said gently, holding out her arms.

Talia bent down for a slightly awkward but welcome hug, knowing all was forgiven. She stood back up after a moment, rubbing a hand under her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Hetty," Kensi said, stepping forward, fiddling her fingers together.

"Me too," Talia spoke up.

"I know," Hetty said with a small smile. "You two need to learn to behave," she admonished gently, shaking a finger at them, though there was no malice behind her voice.

Kensi smiled, blushing.

"I know."

Hetty gave an affirmative nod, then took her leave, walking to the door, opening it, and disappearing out the door.

"Well that was fun," Talia muttered, rubbing at her backside. Kensi snorted, scrubbing a hand under her nose and wiping it on her jeans.

"Hey, uh, listen, I think I'm gonna head home," Talia said. "Find some cold packs and maybe more ice cream." Talia gave a small, rueful smile.

"Hey, that's fine," Kensi affirmed with a sympathetic grin. She gave Talia a quick one armed hug, following her stiffly to the door. Once she was gone, Kensi undid and dropped her jeans, tossing them near the coffee table before collapsing on the couch, balancing on her hip as she flipped on some dumb reality show as background noise.

Monty jumped up beside her, curling up close beside her with a contented sigh. Kensi glanced down and smiled, wrapping her arms around the dog as she slowly fell asleep.

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When Deeks entered the house that night, he found Kensi curled up on the couch, lying on her side, using Monty as a pillow. If her lack of pants and red thighs were any indicator, Deeks could surmise what had gone down. He sighed, shaking his head as he headed to the kitchen to find a snack.

The banging awoke Kensi, who popped her head up over the back of the couch, peering at him blearily.

"Hey," Deeks said, turning when he felt her eyes on his back.

"Hi," Kensi said, scrubbing a fist over her eyes. Deeks smiled, grabbing the can of soda he'd placed on the counter, coming back to her and sitting down. Kensi twisted back down, hiding her grimace when her sore bottom touched the couch cushion.

"Where, uh, where'd your pants go?" Deeks said, gesturing with his pop can to her bare legs.

"Uh," Kensi glanced down at her lap, blushing, reaching back and tugging the throw from the back of the couch, spreading it over her legs. "Lost 'em."

"They're right there on the floor," Deeks pointed out with a grin, looking her in the eyes. "You, uh, have a visit from Hetty?"

"Rather not say," Kensi replied with a frown.

"Oh, that's fine, I'll just ask Hetty tomorrow," Deeks needled, grinning, taking a sip of his drink.

"Okay, fine, yes!" Kensi said exasperatedly. "She was here!"

"What'd you do?" Deeks pried.

"Beat the crap out of her car and didn't tell her I did it."

Deeks whistled, eyes wide.

"Yeah, that'll do it," he said quietly. He placed his soda can on the table and stood up, bent over and scooped Kensi into his arms in a flurry of limbs and blankets. Kensi squealed, hooking her arms around her neck.

"What are you doing?" she asked, slightly indignant, although she did love when Deeks carried her.

"Thought it might hurt for you to walk up the stairs. It's bedtime anyway." Deeks started up the stairs, Kensi cradled easily in his arms.

"I don't need a bedtime, Deeks. I am not a 4 year old."

"No, you just act like one," Deeks shot back quickly in a teasing tone.

"Oh, ouch," Kensi said as Deeks grinned at her.

"Seriously, it's bedtime though. I'm tired." Deeks toed the door open and walked into the bedroom, depositing his girlfriend on the bed. "Also, I wouldn't mind if the rest of your clothes came off, either," Deeks said impishly as he dug through his closet for a pair of pajama pants. He turned around to catch a glimpse of Kensi, who was scowling at him disapprovingly, eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, no, that was inappropriate, wasn't it?" Deeks trailed off, squinting, waving a hand in the air to accentuate his words.

"Uh, yeah," Kensi replied affirmatively with a nod of her chin, wrapping the throw from the couch around her shoulders as she slipped into bed, hissing as she rolled onto her side.

"Sorry," Deeks muttered unapologetically with a grin, quickly throwing on his pajama pants before sliding in beside Kensi. "Seriously though, you should behave. Then you wouldn't be in these situations."

Kensi sighed, closing her eyes. "I know."

"Good." Deeks tugged her into his arms, kissing her forehead.

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I hope you enjoyed this, and once again, hangten, sorry it's so late, haha. I didn't mean for it to take this long.

So, also, I'm hoping to do a few more fics focused more on the boys, I think I've been mean enough to Kensi, so if anyone has any prompts, I will gladly accept them.

As Always, Edits will be made in the morning.