Prompt: Can you do a fanfic where Kensi is forced to work together with an old NCIS rival and she is furthered annoyed when she begins making moves on Deeks despite them being married.
"Did Hetty say who we're meeting?" Deeks asked as he and Kensi walked into a five star hotel. They were supposed to meet Hetty, along with some other agent who they would be working with on an undercover case. Deeks would be going under as a high stakes lawyer, while Kensi played his assistant.
She knew he was looking forward to this case. It wasn't supposed to be terribly dangerous and they would spend the majority of the time together. All while staying in a $700 a night hotel.
"No, but she said she's in high demand at several agencies," Kensi answered as they took an elevator to suite 317. She glanced over at Deeks; he wore a black suit with a light blue shirt and a black tie. Hetty had certainly outdone herself this time. Kensi let her eyes drift down to his impeccably tailored trousers, which clung to his legs. "Your tie's crooked."
He turned, giving her better access and she straightened it, letting her fingers linger at his collar. "Mm, much better," she murmured.
"Sugar Bear, if you keep looking at me like that, our new colleague is going to figure out why no one wants to share a room with us," he said, grinning shamelessly at her. He was doing his own share of ogling.
"That would be very unprofessional, Mr. Deeks. Especially since I'm your employee." Kensi shot him a coy look, wondering if she could convince Hetty to loan them their outfits after the case was over.
Deeks wiggled his eyebrows at her while he stuck the keycard Hetty gave them in the locking mechanism to room 317. He gave a perfunctory knock before opening the door.
Hetty was sitting in a small living room across from another woman who had her back to them. All Kensi could see was the leg of a charcoal gray pant leg and red hair. Hetty waved them in and stood.
"Ah, I'm glad you're here," she said, gesturing for the other agent to stand. "Special Agent Mallory Weaver, this is Detective Marty Deeks and–"
"Kensi Blye," she interrupted as Kensi smiled tightly, recognizing the other woman as well.
"You know each other?" Deeks asked.
"Oh we go way back," Mallory said. "Kensi and I attended FLETC together. We were always neck and neck, weren't we?" She tilted her head slightly, looking Kensi up and down in a way that made her feel distinctly uncomfortable.
The Mallory Kensi remembered had blonde hair and spent 80% of her time in agency provided workout gear. Despite the differences in appearance, she still carried herself with the same aloofness and self-assuredness Kensi remembered. She was also impeccably dressed; her blazer and pants didn't have a single crease and would have passed even Hetty's stringent expectations.
"We might have been a little competitive," Kensi acknowledged. "But that was a long time ago."
"Yes, it was." She turned to Deeks then, her expression calculating. "Did Hetty say you were a detective?"
"Yeah, I'm the team's LAPD liaison," he replied, reaching to shake her hand. "Nice to me you, Agent Weaver."
"And a former lawyer," Hetty added, bringing the introductions to an end. "Which is why he is perfect for this operation."
"Well, then let me catch you up on what the goal is for today," Mallory said, taking charge.
"So, how long have you and Deeks been working together?" Mallory asked as they prepared the technology they'd be using for the operation. Hetty had left a few minutes before and Deeks was in the master bedroom making a call.
"Over 10 years," Kensi answered, a little surprised that Mallory was showing an interest. From past experience, she tended to be singled minded.
"Wow, that's quite a commitment." They were silent for another minute and then she asked, "Is he in a relationship? I don't usually prefer men with long hair, but the way he fills out a suit…I'm willing to look past it."
"Actually, he's married." Kensi only imagine Deeks' expression if he knew Mallory was interested in him.
"Really? I didn't see a ring. Maybe he's not as committed as you think." Mallory smirked at that and Kensi felt her annoyance rising.
"We don't wear our rings on the job," Kensi said, emphasizing the word "our". Just in case she missed the hint, Kensi gave her a pointed look.
Mallory raised her perfect eyebrows and then laughed incredulously.
"You and Deeks are married?" she asked, with an insulting amount of disbelief. "Wow, I did not see that coming. I remember you were the girl who couldn't make it past one date with a guy."
"Well, like we said, that was a long time ago. I'm sure we're both very different women than we were back then."
"That seems pretty obvious. I always imagined you doing more with yourself than this, but I guess some people are willing to settle."
Kensi held back a nasty comment, knowing it would only encourage Mallory.
"Marty, what made you switch from lawyer to cop?" Kensi heard Mallory asking Deeks as she came out of one of the massive suites.
"I was working as a public defender and got sick of watching criminals go free," Deeks explained, shrugging self-deprecatingly. "And then a few years later, Hetty snapped me up."
Kensi walked into the room, quietly gathering a comm device she would need later when they met their contact. Deeks was reviewing the details of the fake portfolio Eric and Nell had set up for him. He'd pushed the couch and armchairs in the living room to the side and moved the small dining table to the middle of the room. Mallory say next to him, peering over his shoulder, a little closer than Kensi would have liked.
"Yes, as LAPD Liaison." Somehow Mallory managed to make it sound laughable. "You should consider joining my team." From her peripheral vision, Kensi saw her touch Deeks' arm, lingering on his bicep.
"I didn't realize you had a team." It was a non-committal statement, neither expressing interest nor a direct refusal. Mallory made a negligent sound.
"Oh, I've been toying with the idea of forming one. We should talk about it over dinner sometime," she continued. She leaned closer, adding, "I know this fantastic place that makes the most delicious tiramisu."
"Well, that sounds lovely," Deeks said. "But I'm pretty busy."
"You should take some time off. Everyone needs a break." Kensi watched her hand drop to his thigh and squeeze. "You could even stay at my condo on the beach." Deeks made a sound that was something between a cough and a laugh.
Unable to take it any longer, Kensi turned around and headed back into the bedroom. There was a small terrace that looked out on the beach and she slammed the sliding door open, not even caring if Mallory heard. Or what she thought.
Breathing heavily, she closed her eyes, clamping her fingers around the wrought iron railing. The metal biting into her fingers was oddly grounding. It couldn't have been more than a minute before the door slid open again.
"So, uh, you ok?" Deeks asked. She opened her eyes, resisting the urge to snap at him. He hadn't done anything wrong.
"I'm fine." He came closer, leaning with his back against the railing.
"Yeah, you know I'm not buying that." He waited for her to respond and when she didn't, he nudged her knee with his. "You want to tell me what's going on with you and Agent Weaver?"
"You mean aside from her hitting on you and pawing your thigh?" she bit out, surprised he needed to ask.
"You know I don't like it and would never do anything to encourage her," he said. He actually looked worried and she rolled her eyes, turning to face him.
"Of course I do. I trust you completely."
"Then what's the problem? Women hit on me pretty frequently and you don't get this upset."
"Oh, I don't know," Kensi sarcastically. "Maybe the fact that she knows we're married and still tried to get you to come to her condo on the beach? While I was standing right there. She didn't even have the decency to wait until I was out of the room." She felt a little petty for saying it, but couldn't seem to stop.
"Ever since we were in training together, she's tried to one up me. You and this case are just another chance to prove that she's superior."
"Hey," Deeks said, tipping her chin up. "You do not need to prove yourself to this woman or anyone else."
"She makes me feel inadequate," she admitted quietly. Deeks made a noise in the back of his throat and gathered her against his chest.
"Kensi Marie Blye, you are an amazing woman in so many ways. Your intelligence and strength and compassion astound me every day. And there's a thousand other things I could say about you, but then we'd be here all night."
Her throat tightened a little with emotion at the love and truth she heard in Deeks' words. He pulled back, cupping her face between his palms.
"You are perfect exactly as you are," he added. "Don't let some woman who doesn't know you and hasn't seen you in a decade make you think otherwise."
"Thank you, baby," she murmured, leaning her forehead against his. They stayed that way for a minute until she sighed. They would need to go back inside soon. "She just knows how to push all my buttons."
"Hey, if she says anything else rude, I'll beat her up," Deeks promised. She snorted at that, patting his chest.
"Babe, you would never beat up a woman."
"That's true, but I can make nasty faces at her while you take her down."
"You are so ridiculous," she sighed. "But you always know just what to say to make me feel better."
"That's my job," he said, leaning down to kiss her.
A/N: I hope this came off alright without making Kensi seem petty or something.