Drabble prompt: Deeks is complaining about having to wear a LAPD patrolman uniform for a case because it makes him feel like a rookie again. Kensi on the other hand thinks he looks handsome and tries to cheer him up with a kiss.

A/N: This takes place sometime in the last few years. Timing isn't really that important.

Deeks peered in the mirror outside the mission dressing room, making a face at his reflection. He was dressed in a dark blue uniform, the badge pinned to the left side of his shirt identifying him as an LAPD cop. The gun belt around his waist felt uncomfortable and foreign after so many years of not wearing one.

"Ooh, there's my sexy cop," Kensi said, walking up behind him and resting her chin on his shoulder.

"Hilarious," he muttered, shooting a glare at her reflection. The pants were a little tight in the inseam and he squirmed, trying to ease the discomfort.

"I wonder if Hetty will let you keep this for a few days," Kensi said musingly, not picking up on his irritation as she fingered one of his pockets.

"God, I hope not." Kensi lifted her head, catching his eye in the mirror. She looked surprised at his adamant tone.

"You don't like it?"

"I feel like a rookie," he exclaimed, gesturing to his reflection. "I haven't dressed like a beat cop in at least 10 years. Half the reason I became a detective was so I could wear plainclothes again. And I forgot how hot these things are."

He saw Kensi's lips twitch at his passionate rant and he raised a finger.

"Don't laugh."

"I'm not laughing at you," she insisted. "I just think it's interesting that we have very different views about this uniform."

"What do you mean?" he asked. Tilting her head, Kensi gave him a once over, her eyes slowly traveling down and then back up his body. A pleasant shiver followed her unabashed perusal.

"I happen to think you look very handsome." She pushed at his waist until he turned towards her and brushed her hands over his shoulder with a considering look. "Extremely handsome. And very…capable."

"Huh. And here I thought you'd think I look stupid."

"I've always loved a man in uniform. And over the years I've thought it was a shame I never got to see you in your glory days as an LAPD cop," she said, now fiddling with his collar. "But I am sorry you feel uncomfortable."

Kensi brushed his hair back from his forehead, looping an arm around his neck and kissed him firmly. She pulled back before they could get too carried away, but kept her arm around his neck as she fiddled with the ends of his hair.

"I'm sure Hetty, uh, wouldn't notice if this went missing for a couple extra days," he said, grinning, his bad mood quickly evaporating. Wearing an uncomfortable uniform for a day or two seemed well worth the price if it resulted in sex.

"Don't forget the hat," Kensi added, giving him a smacking kiss on the cheek.

"That uniform better be back on the rack tomorrow morning, Detective," Hetty said, passing behind them.

"That still gives us an entire night," Kensi pointed out happily.