A/N: This idea is courtesy of phnxgirl. Not sure if this is what you pictured but here it is.


She bobs her head to the music, taking sips of her mojito in between. It had been a long week at work and right now spending time with her girls for the first time in forever is just what she needs. As she relaxes back against the cushion of the booth, the agent peruses her surroundings before she's drawn out by Mandy's question. "Hey, KayKay, what do you think? Strip Club or private show?"

"Uh…" At a lost for words, she's not really sure how to respond to the question. This is what she gets for zoning out. Luckily for her though, Kat swoops in before she can come up with something to say.

"Oooh, I wonder if that guy is still available?"

The blonde's brow furrows in question. "What guy?"

"You know the one we hired for KayKay's bachelorette party back when she was with the asshat."

Getting more confused by the minute, Kensi looks between the two, standing on the outside of their conversation. She never knew anything about a bachelorette party.

Realization crosses Mandy's face when she suddenly remembers what Kat's talking about. "Oh, the Jack impersonator."

"Yeah, that one."

Taking another sip of her cold drink, the agent shakes her head in disbelief at the new information. "I'm sorry, you guys were gonna hire a stripper that dressed up like Jack? As in, I wanna draw you naked Jack?"

"Yeah, I mean you did have a thing for those long blonde locks." A smirk spreads to Mandy's face. "Actually I bet Marty looked a lot like him when he was younger."

At her friends words, the brunette can feel the heat rise to her cheeks. Yeah, when her husband first told her about his on stage persona she immediately acted as if she were calling the girls to let them know, but she was just messing with him. Once they reached the truck, she had pulled her phone away from her ear and just let out that maniacal laugh of hers. It didn't even cross her mind to betray his trust.

Leaning down, her lips wrap around the small plastic straw, her eyes staying glued to the liquid in the glass. "Yeah, that is weird."

Kensi did her best to steer the conversation away from the subject for the rest of the night but as she pulled up to Mandy's house to drop her off, she just knew she had to ask. "Hey, Man, what was the name of the agency for the stripper?"

"Why, you and Marty getting kinky already?" The blonde smiles, wiggling her eyebrows.

"If you only knew." She sends her friend a wink. "But no, it's for my work friend, she had a thing for Jack, too."

Mandy closes one eye as if she's trying to go back deep into her memories when she has an ah-ha moment. "Oh, it was called Cock Her Doodle Doo."


The fresh smell of pizza hits her nose as she walks through the front door, that and the image of her husband sprawled out on the couch as the distinct sound of This Old House fills the air. "Hey, baby."

"Hey."

"You'll never guess what I found out tonight."

He sits up, making room for her on the couch right next to him. "Um, Tiffany wants llamas at her wedding. No, no, unicorns."

"Dear god, please don't mention that to her. She'd probably make them stick horns on some poor horses and then paint them white." She shudders at the mere thought. "Keep guessing."

"I'm getting lucky tonight." He wiggles his eyebrows as he pulls her legs across his lap.

"Yes, but also no." She sends him a wink as a sultry smile spreads to her lips.

"Okay, I give up."

"So...apparently the girls were planning my bachelorette party the first time around even though we never planned a wedding. They wanted to keep my mind off things and thought a stripper that dressed as Jack would be the perfect thing for that."

"And? There were a lot of guys that dressed as him."

"Well did they also happen to work for Cock Her Doodle Doo?"

His cerulean blues go wide in shock. "Oh, my god."

She watches as his features turn from shock to recognition.

"You guys never showed that night."

Her brow furrows, confusion written clear across her face. "We…wait, you mean they actually went through with it?"

"Well, technically."

Chocolate orbs stay locked with his, expecting more of an explanation than those two words.

"I was all set up at the hotel but right when you were suppose to show up I got a text from Mandy, I guess, and she said you guys couldn't make it."

"Oh my god."

"Yeah."

Her features turn from that of shock to playfulness. The plan sets in motion before she has time to even process the information. "It's a real shame."

He feels the warmth spread throughout his body as her finger delicately traces up and down his bare chest. "What?"

She looks up at him, batting her eyelashes. Knowing good and well that he can't resist her. "Well, I missed out on an opportunity of a lifetime. To see my man, dancing in his prime. Too bad you don't dance anymore. I would really make it worth your while."

Her words set him in motion. His lips find hers for a deep passionate kiss, leaving both wanting more as he pulls back. The deeper shade of her eyes sending a thrill through his body. He pushes her legs off his and quickly gets up, running towards the spare bedroom with all the boxes that holds his old college stuff. "Give me 5 minutes."