A/N: Thank you for all the amazing reviews/favourites/alerts etc. I can't believe I got so many!
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS:LA or it's characters. If I did, Kensi would use Deeks' head as a battering ram more often. That was funny!
Chapter Two: I Told You So
"Slow down there Speedy Gonzalez," Deeks said, clutching the door for support as Kensi took a corner too fast.
"Deeks, we have two hours to cook something edible or be mocked for the rest of our lives. We don't have time to drive like Grandma," Kensi told him, pressing down on the gas. She had no intention of letting anyone mock her culinary skills, even if they didn't exist.
"Yeah but, road rules are good," Deeks replied, his voice tight. They swerved around a truck, narrowly missing its taillights. "Road rules are very good, Kensi. They save lives."
"Stop worrying and find me a recipe," She huffed, keeping her eyes on the road.
He looked down at his I-phone, scanning through the recipes on a cooking app. "I can find a lot of recipes."
"But?" She knew one was coming. There was always a but with him.
"They involve ovens. I have this thing about ovens."
"You have a lot of things," Kensi rolled her eyes.
"This one is real though," Deeks objected loudly. "When I was 7, I tried to make my Mom dinner and it didn't go so well."
"What did you do?" Kensi scoffed, "Blow it up?"
He looked at her, blue eyes downcast with shame and guilt.
"Oh my god," She laughed, "You did!"
"I reveal a vulnerable part of myself and you mock me," Deeks glared at her. "I'm really digging this whole partnership thing," He added dryly.
She sobered at his words, knowing he was a little hurt. "I'm sorry Deeks. I'll do the stuff that involves an oven if you want.'
"Really?" His face brightened, like a child after being offered candy.
"Yes really," She nodded. Then a smile snuck through her armour, "I can't believe you blew up an oven."
"I was 7!" He cried indignantly.
"It's actually pretty impressive. I couldn't do it."
"I know," He shrugged. "What can I say? I'm just more talented."
"Well, direct that talent into finding something that will make Sam and Callen weep," Kensi ordered.
"Yes Ma'am," Deeks gave her a mock salute. He fingered through the recipes on the app. "No. No. Maybe… No. No. Yes!"
"What is it?" She craned to see, grabbing for the phone.
He snatched it out of her reach, "Eyes on the road, Missy."
"What is it?" Kensi repeated impatiently, staring pointedly at the road ahead of her.
"Chicken with plum sauce," He informed her gleefully. "Only takes half an hour and we can buy the plum sauce ready made."
She nodded slowly, "We can do that."
"Of course we can do it," Deeks crowed, "We're Deeks and Kensi."
"Kensi and Deeks," Kensi corrected automatically.
"Unfortunately, alphabetical order won't bend to your extraordinarily large ego," He retorted with a smirk.
"I think you're confusing me with you," Kensi shot back.
"No, I can tell the difference between you and me. You're a girl, I'm a guy. That's a pretty big difference. Don't you think so?"
"Shut up and find an entre."
"Someone's being bossy," He smirked at her again, "Is it that time of the month, again?"
Her glare could have melted the polar icecaps, "Unless you want to be the one bleeding, I suggest you never ever say that again."
"Got it," He nodded swiftly. They fell into silence; the only sound was Deeks tapping on his I-phone. "What about roast vegetables?" He suggested after the quiet minute.
"For the entre?" Kensi asked for clarification.
"Yep," He nodded, "Looks easy enough. Cut them up and stick them in the oven."
"Okay, we're all sorted then," She declared. "Now we just have to buy everything."
Deeks frowned, "What about dessert? It's not a meal without dessert."
"Do you have dessert for breakfast?" Kensi asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Pancakes and strawberries," He grinned at her expression.
"How are you not fat?"
He shrugged cavalierly, "I spend all my day chasing bad guys. And you haven't answered my question. What are we doing for dessert?"
"We," Kensi stressed the word, "aren't doing anything. Nell's bringing it."
"But you told everyone not to bring anything," He told her, confused.
"But they will," She informed him as if it were obvious. "It's what they do. Sam will bring the wine. Callen will bring beer. Eric brings ice cream and Nell will bring the actual desert."
"How do you know this?"
It was her turn to shrug, "We've done this a lot. You just don't pay attention."
"True," He agreed. "You need to turn left here," He pointed to the next turn off.
"I know where I'm going," She replied prissily. She hated backseat drivers.
"There's a supermarket down there."
"No there isn't'."
"Yes there is."
"I can navigate you know," Her eyes narrowed at him.
He spread his hands in the universal gesture of surrender, "If you want to waste precious time being too stubborn to listen to good advice, be my guest."
"Says the man who walks in circles in the desert," Kensi retorted, deliberately missing the turn off.
"Hey, that is different," He objected vehemently. "This is my city; I know it like the back of my hand."
"Obviously not, because that was the wrong way," She took the next right corner, taking it fast just to annoy him.
"You're going the wrong way," He said in a sing-song voice.
"I am not!" She drove down the road, leaning on the steering wheel, trying to spot the supermarket she knew was on that street. Rows of neat little houses bordered the street but there was no supermarket. She did an illegal u-turn and turned back. "Don't say anything," She warned him, gripping the steering wheel tightly. She couldn't believe he was right. She couldn't believe she was wrong.
"I wasn't going to say anything," He smiled innocently at her.
She looked at him, "Yes you were."
"Yes I was," He nodded, smile broadening. "I told you so!"
"Deeks," She groaned.
A/N: This is more of a filler chapter than anything. It gets better in the next few chapters, I promise. Here's a teaser/spoiler: someone at the dinner party gets very tipsy. Reviews are love!