"Stop that!" She snapped at him as she tried to get back on her feet.

And failing, might he add. He offered her his hand but she batted it away and glared at it.

"Don't want your help," she said petulantly.

Okay, maybe he had kind of, sort of, maybe failed to hide his laugh as she fell again. In his defence, she managed to make it look cute. With her flailing arms and little squeak of surprise. Because Deeks didn't think he had ever heard his tough, bad-ass girlfriend Kensi Blye squeak like that. Ever. So yes, cute and adorable. But also funny. Well, for him. Not for her. Not for her ego. Because, let's be honest here, that was really the only thing that was injured here, except for a few bruises that she was guaranteed to have on her legs and knees. Hence why he laughed.

He really should have tried to hide it better.

"You do realise that we've only been ice-skating for about twenty minutes, and I've seen you fall on your face at least four times?" He tried to excuse himself.

Maybe she could see why he thought it was funny? One look at her face told him that no, no she did not.

"So?"

"You don't think that's a little funny?"

Deeks realised how stupid that was of him as soon as he said it. He didn't need that dangerous glare of Kensi's that she was shooting at him right now to tell him that. On that note, she didn't have any weapons on her right now, did she? He was pretty sure her gun was back at the office.

"Why don't we take a break?" Deeks suggested.

Kensi frowned. Sbe obviously didn't want to take a break, she wanted to keep going and actually achieve something today other than getting skinned knees. But Deeks knew that she was also kind of sick and tired of landing on her butt or her knees. She had bruises on top of bruises so hopefully she would think that a break was a good idea.

"Fine," she grumbled.

Together they got off the ice. Kensi could do that much, holding carefully to the sides, but they got there and managed to find a table with chairs at it.

"Wait there a sec, I have to go pee." He told her, realising what his body was very earnestly trying to tell him.

"What's the matter?" Deeks asked, returning from the hot chocolate stand he had made a detour to. "By the way, I got us some hot chocolate but we're going to have to share because I got the last cup they had."

It had apparently been very popular today. That and someone had pulled a whole stack of the paper cups the poor vendor used right into a puddle.

"That's fine," Kensi said, not really paying any attention to him, instead frowning as she held onto the side of the rink and watched other people skate by.

His Kensi senses were tingling.

"Seriously, what's up? And can it be solved by hot chocolate?"

"Hot chocolate works for a lot of things," she said, holding her hand out for the mug.

He passed it to her and she took a sip.

"Does it work for this?" He asked hopefully.

He didn't like her to be out of sorts or whatever this was. Unfortunately, she shook her head.

"I don't think it works for hurt pride," she said ruefully.

He gave her a sympathetic look. "Is this about your skating?"

From the way she coloured up, he would take that as a yes.

"Well," then she muttered under her breath, "this is embarrassing," before continuing in a more normal tone, "five year old kids are better at ice skating that I am!"

"That's a bit of an exaggeration..." Deeks trailed off in an admittedly unconvinced tone.

Of course, again, a little kid actually did two spins, landing perfectly before skating off, giggling. Kensi raised an eyebrow at him.

"Oh really? Did you just see that? And I'm pretty sure she was younger than five."

"Eh, they're closer to the ground," Deeks dismissed. "They don't get hurt as bad if they fall."

"I don't think that I'll be skating any time soon," Kensi said dolefully.

He nudged her with his shoulder. "Hey, don't think like that. You'll be out there skating around like a speed demon in no time."

"Yeah, no. I don't think so."

Oh no the great Kensi Blue was not going to give up on this. Not when it was something as silly as ice-skating.

"Now, drink up your hot chocolate. It makes you feel all warm and happy and banishes all those negative feelings."

She rolled her eyes at him. "This isn't Harry Potter, Deeks."

"Wow, you got a reference," he teased. "And chocolate definitely has magical properties."

"It would be easier if I just had magical ice powers or something," she said petulantly making him give her a weird look.

"No, I don't think ice-skating would be easier if you had 'magical ice powers'," Deeks said through a laugh.

"It so would. I'd be able to control the ice!"

"But not your feet," he pointed out. "I'm pretty sure those are the things you need to be controlling."

"Oh, shut up."

But there was no heat behind her words, in fact there was a smile on her face as she said it so he smirked at her. Amd then he had an idea.

"What's that look on your face for?" She asked warily.

"Come on," he said, pulling her to her feet.

"Deeks? What are you doing? I told you, there's no point in me ice-skating. I'm just going to injure one of us. Or both of us, knowing our luck."

Yeah, their luck was either crazy good or crazy bad. Hopefully it would be the former today because this was a great idea.

Deeks somehow got them both on the ice, Kensi being extremely confused but for some reason trusting him.

"Hold onto to the back of my shirt," he instructed.

She did as she was told but with a look of confusion on her face. He didn't explain anything to her but just took off skating. Her grip suddenly got a whole lot tighter.

She shrieked with laughter as he pulled her around on the ice. Now this was a far better idea.