A/N: Here is part two of the Villain Crush fic.

"Deeks, are you sure you want to do this?" Kensi asked as she watched him insert a comm device into his right ear.

"I mean I don't really have a choice," he answered. "If I don't go, she gives that thumb drive to one of our enemies. If I do, at least we have a chance of getting it back."

"I don't like it," Kensi said, somewhat needlessly. "It's like she's planning some kind of perverse date." Taking her instructions to heart, Deeks had chosen a blue dress shirt, paired with black slacks.

She was outraged that Yulia had not only kissed him, but was now demanding that he take part in her weird charade.

"Apparently my lips are more potent than anyone realized." He flashed her a quick smile, which she didn't return.

"Deeks, this isn't funny. This time she could do a lot worse than tase you and none of us will be there." That was the part that worried her the most; whatever despicable plans Yulia had, she wanted to be nearby. Not a few blocks away in the Taco truck.

"I know. I didn't exactly enjoy our first run in," he said, brushing his fingers over the place where the taser barbs had penetrated. Kensi sighed, wrapping her arms around his waist as she rested her forehead against his.

"I'm just worried," she whispered.

"I promise I'll be careful." She had her doubts about that, but she tried to smile anyway. Tilting her head up, she kissed him and patted his chest.

"I know you will. But, if she kisses or hurts you again, I reserve the right to punch her lights out." And she meant it wholeheartedly. Deeks chuckled, his mouth widening in her favorite crooked smile.

"Deal." he said, brushing the hair off her temple. "And maybe you could still hit her a couple time even if she keeps her hands to herself. That taser freaking hurt."

"Gladly." She took a step back, not wanting to let him go. "We should get up to Ops. Everyone is probably waiting for us."

After Deeks confirmed he would meet Yulia, she had sent more specific information about where they would be meeting. Yulia had instructed him to start driving towards the security firm at 4PM. Once he was on his way, she would text directions to her exact location. She'd warned that at any signs of interference, the meet would be off and she would make good on her earlier threats.

"Ok, what techy wonders do you have for me, Eric?" Deeks asked, once they were upstairs. He and Nell had brainstormed what kind of equipment would be least suspect if Yulia had Deeks frisked.

"A watch," Eric revealed proudly, holding up a watch that looked very much like the one Deeks was currently wearing.

"Only we've added a couple special features," Nell added at Deeks' dubious expression. Eric handed it took Deeks, who switched out for his own.

"If you press the second button three times in a row, it will send out an SOS. And it also has a discrete GPS device in case Yulia is able to disable the ones in your vehicle or phone."

"Thanks, Eric."

"Of course."

"If at any time you feel like you're in danger, don't hesitate to call us in," Callen told him. "So far she hasn't killed anyone, but we still don't know how dangerous Yulia is."

"Your main goal is to delay her from selling the information," Sam reminded him.

"I'll do my best. She seems like a pretty determined woman though."

"And if all else fails, try and charm her with those baby blues," Callen suggested.

"Hilarious," Deeks said as he did a final tech check with Eric.

"Be careful out there," Kensi said, giving him a final kiss before he left. "We'll be close by."

Deeks frowned as he parked his truck in front of a large mansion. Yulia had sent him texts with directions, changing up the route and never giving him the final destination until he was a few minutes away. He certainly hadn't expected this.

Sighing to himself, he got out of the truck and walked up the long walkway to the front door. The last text had instructed him to let himself in. He did so cautiously, feeling distinctly vulnerable without his gun.

He followed the sound of clinking glasses into a small, dimly lit room. It was empty accept for an oval table that was covered in a lacy tablecloth and arranged with place settings and tapering candles.

Yulia appeared from the shadows, wearing a black dress that brushed the floor. Her dark hair was down and arranged in loose curls around her neck and shoulders.

"I'm so glad you decided to accept my invitation," she said with a pleased smile.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," he muttered.