Taking it back to season 4. Dead Body Politic.
"I need a title."
She stops staring at the entrance of the beachfront pawn shop that they've been staking out for the past hour and turns towards her partner confusion written on her face. "Title for what? The house?"
He feels her eyes on him but his continue to scan the area along the boardwalk. "My memoirs. Try to keep up, baby."
Kensi can't help but roll her eyes, but just as quick as he says those words her lip curls into a smirk. "Marty Deeks: From G-Strings to Girdles."
He turns to her feigning shock. "First of all, that was a back brace."
"Mmhmm."
"And B, you were pretty quick on the trigger there. How long you been holding on to that one?"
"I'll be right back." Feeling as if they're gonna be here awhile, she's in need of a smoothie. "And I came up with it in the shower this morning." Flashing him her pearly whites she stands up from the bench and starts in the direction of the smoothie bar across the way.
"Hey! Pst, hey, thinkin' about me in the shower?" He wiggles his eyebrows at his wife knowingly when she turns back around.
She smiles that smile that's solely reserved for him, shaking her head as she huffs a laugh. "Seeing as though you were in it with me it was kinda hard not to."
"Touché."
"Touché."
He squints trying to figure out her game. The smirk she sends him tells him his answer even before he asks the question. "You just do that because you know it gets on my nerves, right?"
"I don't know, do I?"
"Answering a question with a question again."
She sends him a playful wink before turning back around in pursuit of her smoothie. "Gotta keep you on your toes, babe."
