A/N: In the lovely community of people I chat with on Tumblr a question has been raised about a framed photo that sits behind the bar at The Squid and the Dagger. Some say it looks like Turk. I say there's a story there. And so this headcanon was born. Enjoy!

"Whhhhhhy are we here so early?" Kensi moaned, dragging her feet in the dirt as she trudged behind Deeks.

"Because we have to get here first before all the good stuff is gone," Deeks said, stopping to pick through a bin of old watches.

Kensi wrinkled her nose and held up a shoe that looked like it had been chewed by a dog. "This is the good stuff?"

"Well not that." Deeks took it from her and moved onto the next booth. "You've gotta dig for it babe. See, look at this!" He held up a bent and slightly dented pitcher.

Deeks had dragged her out of bed early on Saturday morning to shop for bar decor at the flea market. He'd lured her with the promise of donuts and coffee. The latter he'd given her in the car. The former would apparently be coming once he'd completed his shopping. Kensi was considering taking his keys and going without him.

"Baby, we have money for this. Why can't we just buy new stuff not at the crack of dawn?" Kensi asked.

"That's not the vibe of the Drinking Dingo."

Kensi winced but refused to comment on the latest bar name. She'd learned to pick her battles on that one. "We want things that say sophisticated but chill," he continued, looking critically at a box of cassette tapes. "Homey, but a little bit formal with just a hint of nautical."

She was cancelling their cable. There had clearly been too many late night HGTV binges lately. "Maybe it would help me if you told me what you were looking for specifically."

"I don't know. I'm just going to wait for it to speak to me."

"Of course you are," she sighed as he made a beeline for a booth advertising individual portraits made of seashells.

"Babe, look at this!" He waved a frame holding two seashell dolphins in the air.

"So great!" She gave him a thumbs up and then shook her head when he looked away. She was supposed to be the hoarder in the relationship. Apparently she'd rubbed off on him. Damn it.

An hour and a half later they'd picked up a variety of glassware, some vintage toys, and a massive mounted fake shark. Deeks had already loaded everything into the bed of the truck and was eagerly shopping around for more. Kensi was pretty sure the inside of the bar was going to resemble an Applebee's circa 1996.

He'd passed over a GIGANTIC barrel because he couldn't physically lift it, she'd made him pass on an antique clown painting, and they'd both agreed against the creepy, haunted looking dolls in the last booth they'd visited.

"Does this speak to you?" Kensi asked cheekily, picking up a framed eight by ten photo of a smiling man. "It looks kind of like Turk. If Turk ever smiled."

Deeks laughed as he took it from her. "It does look like Turk. How much?" he asked the seller.

"Deeks I was kidding," Kensi said. "You can't put a random picture of a guy you don't know in your bar."

"Why not?" Deeks asked. "It's a great conversation piece. Everyone'll ask who it is and I'll tell 'em it's my Great Uncle Edgar who died tragically on a safari in Africa. I'll give you two bucks for it," he told the seller.

"Sold."

"And that's how that picture ended up behind the bar," Kensi told Nell six months later.

"Sounds like Deeks," Nell said with a smile.

"What sounds like me?" Deeks appeared from the backroom, drying a glass.

"I was just asking Kensi about that picture back there." Nell nodded toward the frame as she took a sip of her beer.

"Oh! Captain Irvine Wellesley? Died wrestling an octopus that had taken over his ship," Deeks threw over his shoulder as he began organizing bottles.

"Seems like quite a guy," Nell said, exchanging smiles with Kensi. "Any relation to Great Uncle Edgar?"

"Third cousins."

Kensi rolled her eyes. "Give it up Nell. He can go on for hours."

Deeks turned around and grinned at them. "Want to hear about the time he lived in a coyote den for two years?"

A/N: Thanks for reading my silly nonsense! Leave your love in the reviews!