Author's Note: Thank you for your reviews/favorites/follows. It's always nice to hear from you. :)

If you will re-read Chapter One, you'll notice that I cut the last part of the chapter where Kensi and Deeks first met. I decided that that particular moment should be memorable so I expanded it into a full chapter. I tried not to make this M-rating and wanted to convey their connection in a simple yet teen-friendly way. This is my first time to write more mature scenes, please forgive my lapses. I hope you like it.

This is a work in progress so there's going to be changes until I'm satisfied with the outcome. I will let you know if I made some changes.

OscarSierraCQB - Thank you for your kind words. This is an AU story but will borrow scenes from NCIS LA episodes, especially those that has Densi significant moments.

Chapter Two

Two Months Ago / July 2010

No buts and what ifs

Kensi repeatedly whispered those 5 words to herself as she stepped out of the cab that was supposed to bring her back to her hotel room. A smile formed on her lips seeing the blinking word 'Hit' on the signage. Glad that she remembered its name, she walked over to the entrance.

She stepped inside and was welcomed by the sight of several pool tables scattered around the dimly lit room. She had only been in Hit once when Wendy and Paul took her there when she visited them last year. Hit was a pool bar located only 3 blocks from the hospital the couple were working in, making it their go-to place for a night of recreation in the middle of the week.

Striding towards the bar, she was greeted with a smile by a brown haired bartender. He was talking to another man sitting on a stool at right end of the table but left him to welcome her as soon as she came near him.

"Welcome to Hit. I'm John. What can I get you?" The bartender asked.

Kensi sat on an empty stool three seats away from the man on the right, barely throwing him a glance as she did. "A glass of beer please. Thanks."

The bartender nodded and took off to tend to her order.

She roamed her eyes around as subtle as she could. It was almost 10 pm but the place wasn't as crowded as she had seen during her first visit. Probably because it was Sunday, she thought.

The bartender came back and placed her order in her front. "Here you go. Call me if you need anything else."

"Thank you John."

The bartender went to the man on the right, told something to him Kensi couldn't make out, before passing through the door of, what she would assume, the office.

Taking the glass in her hand, she took a sip while continuing her scan of the room.

Trained to be sensitive in her environment, Kensi immediately sensed eyes on her. She stilled and felt the hair at the back of her neck rose in alert.

"I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable." The man on the right spot spoke in a low voice.

She turned and for the first time let her eyes lingered on him longer. The man was handsome with shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes. He was also physically fit, she surprisingly noticed. He was sitting but Kensi could tell he was tall.

"You're safe here by the way. This isn't like your usual bars."

She wanted to correct him, tell him she doesn't have a 'usual bar'. In fact, it was the first time she had been in a place like that alone. Also the first time she went out since her cancelled wedding 7 months ago.

After Wendy and Paul's engagement party, she bid goodbye to them and to Eloise and David with a promise of seeing the older couple soon. Kensi was in a cab on her way back to her hotel room when she remembered her best friend's words. A sudden idea occurred to her. Telling the driver to bring her to a bar called Hit, she reached her new destination minutes later.

"I know." Her only reply, turning her eyes away from him.

Kensi didn't want to think how the blonde man was able to tell how she had been studying the place. She was a federal agent and was trained to assess her surroundings as unnoticeable as she could. But the man had apparently sighted what she was doing. For someone to take notice on her quiet assessing, Kensi assumed he was also trained like her or was probably had the same type of job as hers. But looking more intensely at him, she didn't think they were the same in any way. The shaggy haired man looked like a surfer and he was too casual to be a Fed, she mused.

Sensing she wanted to drink alone, he didn't talk again. But she could still feel his eyes on her. Kensi wanted to call him on that but that action would open another exchange of words between them and she didn't want it to happen. Even if her instinct was telling her he was a good man, she still opted to nurse her drink quietly.

It was only when she downed her last gulp of the beer that she heard his voice again.

"I can get you another if you want." He offered from his seat.

Despite consuming several flutes of champagne at Wendy and Paul's party and a glass of beer, Kensi was nowhere near drunk. She could go for one more, she thought. She turned to the man and saw him waiting for her answer.

"Don't bother, I'll call John."

She was about to call the bartender when the man stood up and walked behind the table.

"I don't think you're supposed to do that." She uttered while watching him grab a clean glass and fill it with beer.

"Don't worry. John's a friend of mine and he co-owns this place. He's inside doing inventory." He explained as he place the beer-filled glass next to her empty one.

"Oh, okay. Thanks."

The man didn't return to his previous seat. Instead, he remained standing across from her. The long wooden table was the only thing separating them. Ignoring his presence, she focused her attention on her beer, taking a sip of it from time to time.

"You're not from here." He commented, his baby blues not leaving her.

"I'm not." Her eyes glued to her beer.

"Visiting?"

She didn't answer.

"Don't want to talk?"

Again, no answer.

"I understand." He sighed. "I'm going back to my seat, Ms. -"

She shook her head no.

"Alright. You don't want to talk, don't want to tell me your name. It's alright. Anyway, I'll be seating over there," he said pointing to where he had been seating all night with a forced smile on his lips. "and will leave you alone."

With a little regret for her rude behavior, Kensi's gaze followed him go back and sat to her right. He seemed harmless, she thought and felt bad for him.

"Hey," She called the stranger and plastered a little smile when he turned to her.

"W-What?" He asked wide-eyed and flabbergasted.

Kensi took several deep breaths. She knew he heard her the first time but her words had obviously shocked him, he needed her to confirm it. They had been talking since she called him and apologized for her action. He accepted her sorry and told her he understood.

As per her suggestion, they moved to a more secluded part of the bar. While drinking, they exchanged stories and laughed at the funny ones. He tried telling her his name but before he could do, she stopped him and offered him a deal.

No trading of names. No giving of clues to where they could be found after. Tonight would just be a memory to them. No looking back.

He agreed with reluctance.

More shared stories and more empty glasses of beer later, she voiced out a sentence she had never spoken before.

"Take me back to your hotel room." Kensi repeated.

Her hazels stared at his Adam's apple. It bobbed a couple of times, an indication of his discomfort.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" His voice was hard and a little angry.

She laughed, dismissing his anger. "Of course. And if you're going to tell me that I'm drunk and the alcohol in my system is blinding my judgement, well, I'm not and I know what I'm doing or about to do."

He fell silent.

He wanted her, Kensi was sure about it. The desire in his eyes told her so. And she wanted him too. After Jack, she never thought she would feel interested in a man again. Barely 2 hours ago, she declined when Wendy wanted to introduce her to a guy, telling her best friend how unsure she was.

But here she was now, asking a stranger to take her back to his hotel room. And she wasn't drunk. Tipsy? Yes. But not drunk. She knew what she was suggesting, aware of what was going to happen if she went with him to his hotel room.

Kensi knew little of the man. She learned a few from their talk though. He was in town for the night and had a room in a hotel a block from Hit, the bar his friend, John, co-owns. They discussed plenty of things but both stuck to their deal. She didn't know him. He didn't know her.

There was something in him and she couldn't pinpoint what it was. But it made her break her rules and for the first time, Kensi chose to let go.

Tilting her head to the side, she waited.

He looked torn, between wanting to do right thing or following what he, or at least his body, wanted. For a moment, Kensi pitied him.

She got her answer when the man slowly stood up.

"Let me say goodbye to John first." He whispered before walking over to his friend behind the bar and murmuring something to him. He was pulling out bills from his wallet when John shook his head and spoke. Smiling, the two shook hands and patted each other's back.

Seeing him striding towards her, Kensi's pulse quickened.

"Let's go?" He asked when he stopped at her side.

She nodded and roused from the seat quietly. Kensi shuddered when she felt the warmth of his hand at the small of her back as he guided her towards the door.

She watched as his arm held the door open for her. Standing inches away from the inside of his hotel room, Kensi could feel the fast rousing of her heartbeat and knew it wasn't because they walked from Hit to his hotel.

With her eyes not leaving his, she entered quietly. The view of a queen-sized bed greeted her as soon as she stepped inside. She heard the sound of the door being closed, the switching of the lock came next.

She sensed him stepped behind her, his hands settled over her shoulders and his lips pressed against her hair and Kensi slowly drifted her eyes shut.

"You can still change your mind." He whispered.

"Do you want me to?"

A moan escaped her lips when he pressed his hips against her bottom, letting her feel the bulge in his pants.

"Does that answer your question?"

She swirled around to face him. "Then stop talking." Kensi placed a hand on his nape and pulled him close to her, her lips crushed against his.

The man had his arms wrapped around her body in an instant and returned her kiss just as passionately.

Drowning in the feeling of his lips on hers and the sensation his touch was bringing her, she didn't realize the shedding of her spaghetti strapped black cocktail dress, her 4-inch red stilettos and her lacy undergarments. She found herself lying on her back completely naked while the man on top of her was still very dressed.

"You have too much clothes on." She murmured against his lips as she started unbuttoning his shirt.

Fumbling over the buttons, she groaned in frustration.

"Let me."

He pulled away from her to stand near the foot of the bed. Kensi watched with hooded eyes as he, one by one, removed all his clothing. She let her gaze roamed over his body and felt herself getting excited.

With his blue eyes locked on his hazels, he returned to her, positioning his naked body atop hers once more. His lips caught hers in a needy kiss while his hands grazed her body possessively.

Kensi let herself succumbed to the passion he was providing and matched his actions the same way. She kissed him with equal intensity, if not more. Her fingers ran over his skin heatedly.

"W-What is this?" She asked.

She felt it. In the way she perfectly fit against his. In the way her body reacted to his touch. No man had ever made her feel like this.

Kensi felt it. And it was overwhelming, drawing her more and more to him.

She should be worried. She should stop. Her logical mind was warning her of the power the stranger on top of her was suddenly holding over her. But she was long gone.

"I-I don't know."

His arm snaked underneath her and pulled her closer to him, gently yet determined.

"Whatever it is, it feels right." He added.

His lips found her sweet spot in between her ear and neck and he suck on it enough to leave a bruise. Kensi didn't mind and even liked it.

"Yes it does." She agreed. Whatever they had felt right.

Feeling him nudging her entrance, if there was any doubt in her mind it instantly disappeared.

She wanted it to happen. She wanted him to make it happen.

Slowly, inch by inch, he entered her.

They both groaned when they were finally connected.