AN: No spoilers, just established Densi. And no, I still don't own anything, except long hair, a scrunchie, and empathy for Kensi's plight.

"I can't wait to get home and into a nice, long, hot shower," Kensi groaned as she drove them home from work. "I don't think there's enough shampoo in the world to wash my hair. My scrunchie could probably dissolve and my hair would still stay in place."

Deeks raised an eyebrow. "Considering I was at your side every step of the way these past forty-eight hours, I hope that's a joint shower you're fantasizing about, partner."

"Obviously." She smiled at him, "One of the benefits of spending a couple of very intense days hunting for bombs and then narrowly escaping an exploding building is getting to clean off all the grime with you."

"Kensi Marie Blye, that is one of the most romantic things you've ever said to me!" Deeks teased sweetly. "And just for that, you get a head start on your wish, right now." He reached over and pulled the scrunchie from her high ponytail. As Deeks started to run his fingers through her hair, Kensi gasped in pain.

"OW! Stop, that hurts!"

"What the hell, Kens? Are you okay? Did you get hit with shrapnel or something?" Deeks yanked his hand away but didn't see any blood. He touched her again, more gently this time, intent on making sure she hadn't been injured by flying debris earlier.

"No, no, no, don't touch it!" Kensi moaned, titling her head away while keeping her eyes on the road. "I'm fine. It's just that my hair hurts."

"I'm sorry, what? Your hair hurts?"

"Yes, my hair hurts. It's been pulled back tightly for two days, and now that it's loose, it hurts."

Deeks tried his best to hold back a laugh because he could see his ladybird was serious, but he'd never heard of such a thing. Because it wasn't possible. Calmly, he said, "Baby, you do realize that there are no nerves in your hair, right? And therefore it cannot feel pain?"

"Yes, Deeks, I get that," Kensi snapped at him. "It's actually my scalp that hurts, but the pain feels like it radiates into my hair. And you touching it makes it hurt more, so please stop." She ended her response kinder than she started it.

"Okay, I'll back off until the shower," Deeks held his hands up in surrender. "But just so I'm clear on this, Bad-Ass Blye can get hit by cars and walk away without complaint, but whines that her hair hurts?"

"Says the man who cries when he gets a hangnail," Kensi retorted easily.

"Yeah, because those really do hurt! Wait until the guys hear about this."

"Don't you dare tell Callen and Sam!"

"Why not? Afraid they'll take back your Bad-Ass badge?"

"If you say anything, I'll tell them –" Kensi stopped abruptly.

"What?" Deeks asked suspiciously.

"I don't know yet, but I'll think of something."

"Finally, a benefit to them already thinking that I'm sensitive. And now they'll know that you are too," Deeks sang gleefully.

"You know what? I have a better idea."

"What's that?"

"You put a section of your hair in a tight tail for an entire day this weekend and see if you still feel the need to say anything to them afterward."

"Deal." Deeks rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "Easiest bet I'll ever win."

Sunday morning, Kensi woke Deeks by lightly tracing patterns on his bare back. He looked ridiculous, with a single pigtail sticking out from the crown of his head, but that didn't deter her.

"Mmm, morning Sugar Bear," Deeks mumbled, turning over to face her.

"Good morning," Kensi whispered as she continued to draw a path from his shoulder to his chest and further down.

"It certainly is," Deeks took her hand from his chest and kissed the palm before leaning in to meet her lips. One kiss led to two, which led to longer and hungrier kisses. Before long, Deeks rolled Kensi onto her back and hovered above her.

Kensi ran her hands up and down Deeks' well-toned back and arms before she played them through his hair. When she came to the elastic binding the pigtail, she gently but quickly tugged it out, realizing it had been in for the requisite twenty-four hours. Kensi immediately began fingering the now free hair.

"Ow, ow, OW! Fraggle Rock!" Deeks all but shouted as he withdrew from Kensi's embrace. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Kensi answered innocently. "I just freed your glorious Viking locks, then ran my fingers through them. Why? Did it hurt?" She didn't succeed in biting back a smirk.

"No, no, not at all," Deeks was unconvincing as he gingerly placed his own hand on the area and winced.

"Uh huh. Admit it, Deeks. Your. Hair. Hurts." Kensi poked a finger into his abdomen with each word.

Deeks slammed his eyes shut as he brushed through his hair experimentally. "My hair hurts. A lot," he confessed, voice full of pain and confusion. "How is that even possible?"

"Do you want me to look it up, or would you rather I kiss it and make it better?"

"No, no, no, don't touch it!" Deeks squealed, exactly like Kensi had just days before.

"Aww, poor baby," Kensi was empathetic. "How about I kiss you somewhere else to distract you from the pain?"

"Yeah? You'd do that for me after I doubted you?"

At Kensi's look, Deeks continued, "And made fun of you."

"Of course. I love you and there's nothing I wouldn't do for you. But you're going to say it, first."

Deeks sighed. He knew he wasn't getting off, pun intended, that easily. "You were right, your hair can hurt."

"And?"

"You get to keep your Bad-Ass badge."

"And?"

"I won't tell the guys."

"You got that right." Kensi rolled Deeks over and straddled his hips. "Now let me show you how very good bad-ass can be."