I have found way too many OTP prompts and am now in trouble... got so many ideas. Enjoy the first one! And also, consequently, the next chapter of In The Bullpen. Enjoy!

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"And here, you can see the endangered Kensi Blye, in her natural habitat," Deeks deadpanned as he watched Kensi appear at the top of the stairs in socked feet, a bowl of cereal in one hand, one boot in the other, and her spoon clamped between her lips as she attempted to chew her bite around it.

"Bb? Ha-oo-een-m' uhver boof?" she mumbled around her mouthful, glancing down at him, seemingly not having heard a word Deeks had said. Deeks, fluent in "Kensi's-talking-with-her-mouth-full-again-speak," managed to interpret her jumbled words to "Baby, have you seen my other boot?" Deeks didn't answer as he watched Kensi put one socked foot down on the first stair and begin to trot down, spoon still poking from her mouth.

Suddenly her bowl of cereal went flying as Kensi's foot slipped and Deeks had to dodge an airborne boot. Kensi tumbled down and landed in a heap of tangled limbs, wild curls, and soggy cheerios.

"Natural selection is coming for this specimen," Deeks narrated with a raised eyebrow as he bent and retrieved Kensi's wayward spoon.

"You are not helping," Kensi muttered with a groan, righting herself and rubbing her temple, where she had banged it on the wood when she fell.

"I know," Deeks said with a stifled laugh. "You okay?" He reached out a hand to help her up to her feet.

"I'm fine," Kensi muttered as she grasped his hand. Her pride was more damaged than anything else.

"You got a little, uh," Deeks trailed off, reaching to pick a couple cheerios from her hair.

"Yeah, thanks," Kensi muttered, frowning. "I'm gonna go change."

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"And here we have the now even more endangered Kensi Blye stepping out of the car into the parking lot, where she gracefully trips over her own feet upon entering the building," Deeks narrated as he watched Kensi do just that. He held the door for her and she ducked under his arm into the building.

"Would you stop narrating?" Kensi snapped. "You're distracting."

"I'm distracting?" Deeks said with a laugh as they headed to the bullpen. "From what? Walking?"

"Who's distracting who from walking?" Callen asked as the pair entered the bullpen.

"Nobody. Deeks is being his usual irritating self," Kensi explained, staring down said detective.

"I am not! I'm just practicing for my big break as a documentary host!" Deeks objected as he sat down. "The elegant Kensi Blye now sits down and gracefully removes her laptop from its case," he quoted poetically. Kensi paused in pulling her computer from her bag to give Deeks an unimpressed look.

"No, now I'm not going to do that," she said with a smirk as she put her bag on the floor instead and rifled through some paperwork.

"You two are ridiculous," Sam spoke up, not even glancing up from his typing.

"Says Sam as he types away at his keyboard, enthralled in how work," Deeks narrated unhelpfully.

"If you don't shut up," Sam began, voice low, "I'm going to be the documentary host, and you're going to be the victim who passed away!"

Callen looked up with a chuckle. "Sam, you wouldn't narrate a documentary about Deeks, would you?" he asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow. Sam pursed his lips.

"Yeah, you're right, I wouldn't. Let me rephrase that. Kensi will be the host, you'll be the victim, Deeks, and I'll be the suspect!" Sam turned in his chair, giving Deeks a glare. Deeks raised his eyebrows and used his heels to back his chair away from Sam.

"Point taken," he said with a nod.

"Oh no, I wouldn't narrate that either," Kensi piped up, "I'd rather kiss Monty than do that."

"That's not even a valid statement!" Deeks exclaimed! "You kiss my dog all the time!"

Kensi's cheeks grew bright red. "I do not!" She defended, unable to hide the blush, because Deeks' statement was true.

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

Sam and Callen raised their eyebrows at each other as they watched the younger members of their team bicker.

"Do too!"

"Do -"

"The Los Angeles Office of Special Projects Team then quickly proceeds to the Operations Center to be briefed on their next case by Technical Operator Eric Beale and Intelligence Analyst Penelope Jones," Eric narrated, cutting off the arguing. "Hmm, maybe I should narrate documentaries," he mused.

"No, no! You are not stealing my thunder!" Deeks cried as the team headed for Ops.