A/N: A little drabble for "Anonymous" from season 2.

"Quit being such a baby," Kensi said, rolling her eyes at her partner. "I didn't zap you that hard."

"You had it on full power," Deeks complained. He was still rubbing at his upper arm through his shirt. Even though she'd zapped him over an hour again. It was ridiculous.

"I did not." Her tone was dismissive.

"Uh, yeah, you did. I'm pretty sure I've got a burn now."

"Oh my god," she groaned. "I've gotten hit with a stun baton before and it is not that bad." Deeks came to a sudden stop and she walked back a couple steps to keep even with him.

"Wait, you're admitting someone actually got past your impenetrable shield and scored a hit?" he asked, sounding amused.

"A few times. When I was learning to fight."

"So the great Kensi Blye is not so invincible after all," he teased.

"Shut up," she said, punching his right arm without thinking. He yelped, louder than when she'd zapped him, and jumped back.

"Geez, I told you I have a burn."

"Oh fine, come here." She grabbed him by the elbow and pulled him down the hall, shoving him into the burn room.

"What are you–"

"Just be quiet and take your shirt off," she instructed, placing a hand on her cocked hip as she waited impatiently. She realized a second too late how that sounded.

"You know, if you want to see me naked, all you have to do is ask," he said, his grin massive. "Of course, I typically prefer places that are a little less cold than this."

"I mean let me see your arm." His grin widened as he started to unbutton his shirt. He took his time, carefully slipping each button from its hole. When they were all undone, he shrugged the shirt off, revealing his torso. Kensi felt an unexpected flush run through her body.

He was a lot more toned than she'd realized. He was nowhere close to Sam, but he was fairly muscular and his tan (likely thanks to frequent surfing) emphasized those muscles.

"See, I told you," he said, turning his arm towards her and interrupting her ogling. God, if he knew what she'd been thinking, he'd never let it go. Giving herself a shake, she focused on his bicep and hissed. There was a bright red mark marring the otherwise unblemished skin right where she touched with her baton.

"Deeks, I'm sorry," she said, feeling bad for not realizing the damage she'd done. It looked like just a first degree burn, but it probably stung quite a bit. Especially with his shirt rubbing against it.

"Are you going to kiss it better?"

"No," she scoffed at him, her sympathy evaporating with his growing smirk. "But because I'm a good partner, I will get you an ice pack and some lidocaine gel."

"So you do care after all," he said mockingly.

"Only because I know you'd complain about it all day if I didn't. Now put your shirt back on."

"So what would you rate me out of 10? I know you were checking me out, any woman would." She almost blushed, horrified at how accurate his guess was.

"Heh, in your dreams, Deek," she said. But hopefully his chest wouldn't be making in into her own, she thought grimly. The last thing she needed was to dream about her partner.