A/N: This takes place post-ep in "Let Fate Decide". Someone, possibly me, suggested that Kensi and Deeks might have snuck off to a separate banquet room to have a little alone time.

"I thought you were tired," Kensi whispered as they darted down a deserted hallway. Since Hetty had booked the entire restaurant, the rest of the building was fairly empty. They had almost run into a passing waiter, but ducked into a nearby alcove.

"I catnapped while you ate," he whispered back, grinning as he tried one of the banquet room doors and found it unlocked. He tugged Kensi's hand and she let him pull her into the dark room.

He found a light panel and switched on a couple overhead florescent lights.

"And what exactly were you planning on doing in here, Detective?" Kensi asked as she looped her arms around his neck and started guiding him backwards.

"Well, I was just thinking about how we barely had any time alone the last couple day. And we spent all day walking through the hot desert so I'm just worried that–"

"Deeks," Kensi interrupted. He didn't look too bothered by it.

"Huh?"

"Stop talking." She shoved him into the wall, attacking his mouth. Deeks made a sound in the back of his throat, his hands dropping to her hips. Kensi sucked his lower lip between her teeth and his hands clamped over her butt before he suddenly lifted her up and spun them around.

As her back hit the wall with a smack, Kensi wound a hand in his hair.

"Oh my god," she murmured breathlessly as Deeks bowed his head and started trailing a row of soft kisses from her jaw to her collar bone.

"I'm pretty sure this is an OSHA violation," Deeks murmured in between kisses. She could hear the grin in his voice.

"Do you want to stop?"

"God no," he said adamantly, reaching for the hem of her shirt. Kensi helped him yank it over her head and dropped it to the floor. His eyes immediately fell to her chest, his pupils widening at the sight of blue lace encasing her breasts. "You brought my favorite bra." He actually sounded a little touched.

"It's always good to be prepared," she said, arching her back so her breasts pressed against his chest. He sighed happily, dipping his head again to kiss the exposed skin.

Kensi closed her eyes, anchoring her hand more firmly in his hair as she slowly rocked her hips against his growing erection. Deeks had just unclasped he bra when there was a sharp, insistent knocking on the door.

Kensi froze, but Deeks reacted more slowly, sucking a final patch of skin before he lifted his head.

"Hey, Kensi, Deeks! You in there?" A voice called through the door.

"It's Wallace," she breathed at Deeks who gingerly lowered her feet to the floor. They were both instinctively holding their breath.

"Hetty wants you for something," Wallace continued.

"You better not be having sex in there!" Sabatino added in an unnecessarily loud voice and Kensi winced. Maybe if they pretended they weren't there, Sabatino and Wallace would eventually go away.

"I don't think they're having sex," she heard Wallace say more quietly, apparently offended on their behalf.

"Callen told us we didn't want to know why they left. And you've only worked with them a couple days. You don't know how bad they can get."

"Well, it doesn't seem like they're in there, let's go check the rest of the rooms," Wallace suggested.

"Fine. But if I end up seeing Deeks' butt, I'm suing them for emotional damages." Sabatino's voice faded as they walked further down the hallway.

Kensi glanced at Deeks, holding her breath, and then they both burst out laughing.

"That was way too close."

"Mm, and we didn't even get to have sex," Deeks complained, glaring at the door while he tried to straighten his shirt. Kensi closed the space between them again, fiddling with his collar as she looked up at him slyly.

"Well, it'll probably be a few minutes before they make their way back here," she pointed out and Deeks eyes widened.

"So you're saying…" Kensi shrugged nonchalantly, like she wasn't ready to tear his clothes off.

"If you think you can work that fast."

"Oh, I definitely can handle it," he answered immediately. There was a beat of silence and then Kensi surged towards him, yanking at his jeans while he relieved her of her bra. "Best wife in the world," he muttered against her skin.

Several minutes later, they returned to their banquet room, distinctly more relaxed than they had been when they left. And if their hair and clothes were a little disheveled, no one dared to mention it.