Prompt: Can you do a fanfic where Kensi or Deeks fall victim to a Villian's Crush.
"NCIS, put your hands up and get down on your knees!" Deeks ordered, his gun leveled at a woman who had her back to him as she faced a row of three computers. She stilled for a moment, then grabbed something from the side of middle computer. "Don't move!"
"Or what?" she asked, turning around. She smirked at him, holding her right hand up, the thumb drive clutched in her other hand. "Are you going to shoot me over a thumb drive?" She had a slight accent that sound faintly Eastern European to him.
They'd received a tip that someone would be breaking into a security firm in the area, with the intent of stealing confidential information. Various law enforcement teams had been dispersed to watch the most likely candidates.
The woman had her dark brown hair twisted into a low bun and wore black pants with a leather jacket. Perfect for infiltrating a security firm and stealing confidential information.
"If whatever's on there gets into the wrong hands, it'll endanger thousands of lives," he said. "Now give me the thumb drive–"
She spun suddenly, kicking out with her right leg and knocking his gun from his hand and sprinted towards the exit. Deeks ran after her and tackled her to the ground. As he tried to pin her arms behind her back, she somehow managed to twist onto her back. She was still smiling, looking exhilarated.
"You fight better than I expected," she said with something that oddly sounded like approval.
Deeks expected her to struggle more, but instead she surged up and pressed her lips to his, one of her hands curling into his hair. He froze for just a second, but it was enough. He let out a gasp as the familiar burning sensation of a taser radiated through his stomach. His muscles locked up and he groaned, unable to move as she rolled him onto his back, keeping the taser firmly engaged in his abdomen.
Sam, Callen, and Kensi were somewhere in the building too, but he couldn't speak or reach to put his comm in.
"Sorry," she said with an apologetic shrug. She finally disengaged the Taser, blew him a kiss, and then ran from the room.
Deeks groaned again, his head falling back with a thud. He'd never hear the end of this.
"Deeks, I can't believe you let that woman kiss you," Sam said, shaking his head. Deeks sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb. He had a nagging headache that had nothing to do with being tased.
"For the last time, I didn't "let" her to do anything," he repeated. "She just caught me off guard."
"I don't know, from the security feed, she looked pretty hot," Callen commented. Kensi, who was perched on the side of his desk, reached over with a sympathetic grimace and ran her fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck.
"Don't feel bad babe," she told him. "It could have happened to anybody."
"Except it didn't." Deeks glared at Callen's not so quiet comment.
"Hey, I've got burn marks from that taser." He lifted his shirt, pointing to the twin areas of reddened skin next to his belly button. "I forgot how much those things hurt after a few seconds."
"Aw, maybe Kensi will get you some ice later," Sam teased, knocking his shoulder.
"For now though, we have to figure out who this woman is and where she went before she uses or sells the intel she stole."
Deeks straightened at the reminder of what his negligence had caused.
Eric had confirmed that the woman, Yulia Chmiel, had downloaded a significant portion of the security firm's database. Now, she could sell it any number of interested buyers.
"I should have been more careful," he admitted with a sigh. "I let my guard down because I didn't see a weapon."
"You couldn't have known she had a taser," Kensi pointed out. "It's not exactly a common weapon for criminals."
"Hey guys," Eric interrupted, appearing at the top of the stairs. Deeks sat forward.
"You found her?" he asked hopefully. Eric made a face that wasn't encouraging.
"Uh, not exactly. She called from and untraceable number and uh…" He trailed off uncomfortably.
"Spit it out, Eric," Sam said, shaking his head.
"She had a message for Deeks. And I quote: "Detective Deeks, my apologies for hurting you this afternoon. I'm sure you appreciate the difficult circumstances of my situation and accept my apologies." Eric paused to glance around the room.
"You're kidding," Callen said.
"Unfortunately, I'm not. She ended the message by requesting "Detective Deeks" meet with her at a location of her choosing. Alone."
"Well, that's not happening," Kensi said, making an incredulous sound.
"She was pretty adamant," Eric said, raising his eyebrows as he looked directly at Deeks. "In fact, she said if Deeks doesn't meet with her, she'll sell the intel immediately."
"Looks like you've got an admirer, Deeks," Callen said.
"This is ridiculous. How did she even find out who I was?" Deeks asked, thinking back to the brief moments when they'd interacted.
"No idea. But Hetty wants everybody up in Ops while you respond to her request." Eric said. "Oh, and she said requested that you wear something to match your eyes."
"What are we going to do?" Kensi asked, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth. She had absentmindedly taken his hand and started rubbing small circles with her thumb.
"Looks like Deeks is going on a date," Callen
A/N: And once again, I have created the need for a second part.