A/N: Part 5 of the Villain Crush fic. Prepare for some ridiculousness.

"How far out are they?" Kensi demanded. Things were steadily progressing between Deeks and Yulia, despite him clearly trying to prolong the seduction.

Kensi was slightly enraged that the woman thought she could manipulate Deeks like this, especially after tasing him.

"Three minutes," Eric answered apologetically. After realizing that Deeks was entering a more exclusive residential area, they'd decided to park the taco truck several blocks away. Which meant they couldn't reach Deeks as quickly as they'd hoped.

"I don't think Deeks will have a problem keeping her occupied," Sam commented. Kensi threw him a sharp look.

"I'm more worried about what she'll do once she gets what she wants from Deeks." Kensi pressed her lips together, shaking her head. "Deeks isn't armed and who knows if she actually is telling the truth. There might be someone else in the house waiting in case Deeks makes a move. Or she might decide to sell the thumb drive anyway. Clearly she can't be trusted."

"He was surprised last time when Yulia attacked," Callen said. "This time he won't make the same mistake. He'll be prepared."

"Come on, Detective," Yulia whispered throatily. She sounded completely entranced by Deeks and it wasn't clear who was doing the seducing anymore. Despite herself, Kensi felt a small amount of pride on his behalf. He seemed to have her completely distracted for the moment. "I have a bedroom prepared upstairs."

Deeks didn't respond, but whatever he did elicited a delighted groan from Yulia.

"Mm, I've been thinking about what it would feel like to have your hands on me ever since you held me to the ground yesterday." Kensi rolled her eyes at the sighed comment.

"Ok, the team just breached the warehouse," Eric updated them. "They took down two armed men and another two surrendered. They're searching questioning them about the thumb drive now."

"Ok, let's go rescue Deeks from his secret admirer," Callen said.

Deeks held Yulia in place, one hand firmly gripping her hip while the other cupped the back of her head. Hopefully Yulia would read it as lust rather than a desperate need to slow her down as much as possible. She'd already made repeated attempts to divest him of his shirt.

Her hand dropped to his collar again and he discreetly tried to dislodge it. Pulling back, Yulia narrowed her eyes as she regarded him shrewdly.

"You are less enthusiastic than I was hoping, Detective," she said, sounding disappointed in him.

"Why rush?" he asked, lowering his voice. "I thought you wanted to enjoy this experience."

"I do. And I will as soon you are wearing much, much less." She purposely reached for his shirt, her eyes warning him not to stop her again. With a sultry look, she began sliding buttons free. As she exposed more his chest, she smoothed her hand over his skin, her pupils darkening.

Deeks didn't move as she pushed his shirt past his shoulders, so the fabric bunched up on his biceps. She spent several minutes running her fingers over his chest and abdomen, checking his expression now and then.

It was weird to feel someone other than Kensi touching him this way. He hadn't needed to this far during a case since they started dating. The brief ripple of pleasure that traveled up his spine was vaguely unnerving, but he did his best not to let it show. Somehow he thought Yulia would enjoy making him squirm.

"Deeks, we secured the intel. We're right outside the house," Callen said over his comm. "We're going to breach on the count of five."

Deeks didn't react, even though he was filled with relief. As Sam quietly counted down, Yulia dipped her head and pressed a kiss to his collar bone. Deeks wrapped his hand around the back of her neck.

"NCIS!" Callen shouted as one of them kicked the door open. Yulia jerked off his lap with a betrayed expression.

"Detective, I told you what would happen if your team interfered," she said angrily.

"You mean the whole 'sleep with me or I'll sell the thumb drive' thing?" he asked with an obnoxious smile. "Yeah, that's not really gonna work anymore. You see, my team found your second location and I'm guessing one of your guys squealed. You no longer have leverage."

Yulia hissed out a word in a language he didn't understand, but he assumed it wasn't nice.

"Gesundheit." Her face darkened at his sarcastic remark.

"I will make you pay for this," she promised.

"It's pointless, Yulia," he said. "In a minute, three armed agents will find us."

"I can still do much damage in that time." She slipped her fingers beneath the low V of her dress and pulled out a small knife. She flung herself at him. It was a far less effective and graceful move than when she'd attacked him the day before.

Deeks avoided her slashing arm, slamming her into the ground. It didn't stop her for long and she rolled him onto his back, making repeated wild attempts to stab him. She had her legs clamped around his hips, making it difficult to dislodge her.

As she raised her arm again, Kensi appeared behind her and wrapped her arm around Yulia's neck.

"Take your filthy hands off my husband," she hissed, dragging her back. Yulia struggled again her, bucking forcefully and trying to slam her head into Kensi's nose. Kensi made an irritated noise and pushed her to the floor, more roughly than necessary.

Yulia gasped, her breath sounding strained as Kensi pressed her knee in the middle of her back.

"Thanks," Deeks said gratefully. Kensi smiled up at him as she handcuffed Yulia.

"Anytime. Now go put on a shirt."