A/N: Not much here, but I am trying to prime the creative pump. Any prompt ideas for Densi are welcome.
Gasp
Deeks was still reconciling the fact that he and Kensi had actually hired his mom as their bartender. Not the bartender for their wedding (an odd choice for the mother of the groom), but for the long term position at the establishment they would soon be opening. Sadly, she was perfect for the job; mouthy, worldly, and could give as well as she could get. She knew drinks, too.
"Deeks," Kensi deadpanned. "Your mother just offered me her Fuzzy Navel."
"Not appropriate, Ma!" Deeks admonished. "Not at all."
"I accepted," Kensi added.
"A dark bottomless hole, let me tell you."
Pant
"Did you know that deer pant?" Deeks asked as he and Kensi staked out a warehouse.
"I guess I never thought about it," she replied. "But I imagine all animals pant given a certain level of exertion."
"The Bible says deer pant," Deeks persisted.
Kensi knitted her brow in confusion. "I didn't realize you read the Bible."
"Let's not get off track," he redirected. "This about panting…and deer."
"As a deer panteth for the water…"
"So my soul longeth after you?"
"Is that a question, Deeks?"
"Nope," Deeks grinned. "Just a killer song."
"You may want to look up the verse," Kensi added.
"What verse? Where?"
"In the Bible, Bonehead."