Did I mention that most of these drabbles will be pretty ridiculous? Cause yeah.

"I'm fully capable of dressing myself, ya know."

Deeks tugged at his fitted black shirt, acting as if the cotton collar's main purpose on this planet was to choke him. Kensi rolled her eyes and unbuttoned another of his polo shirt's buttons, smoothing the fabric over his shoulders and chest. "I am aware of this, you manage to do it every day. But I'm not going out in public with you if you're wearing plaid."

"I don't understand why I have to go out with you anyway…"

"Quit acting like an old man," Kensi chided him, sticking her credit card and ID in her bra. It had been at least a year since she'd gone out dancing, since her last remaining city friend found a suitable life partner and got the hell out of this retched city. But tonight, she was eager and ready to dance. "Lighten up. Have a little fun, Marty."

Deeks scowled at her use of his made up first name. She beamed proudly. In some sick sort of way, she really enjoyed getting under his synthetic skin. It was pretty easy, too. There were very few things he could say no to her about, and she took advantage of that way too often. "Don't most people go out dancing by themselves in hopes of finding a nice, warm body to fuck for the evening?"

God, she had been a terrible influence on his language skills. Though she was fluent in English, French, and Spanish, she was also highly proficient in profanity. Deeks was getting to be just as bad as she was. "Some people like to dance just to dance. And stop looking at me like that."

He adjusted his jeans, fiddling with his belt. He wasn't looking at her, but she knew better. "I'm not even looking at you."

"And yet, you're judging." She slipped her knife into her right boot and holstered her 380 high on her thigh. So yes, maybe her clothes, or lack thereof, would suggest she was looking for a hookup. Her off the shoulder midriff thin sweatshirt, short black shirt, and lace-up boots were just her style. Fuck anyone who thought differently. "Besides, I need someone to keep the perverts away."

"More clothes would probably keep the perverts away."

"Shut up."

Help me.

Even through the pounding music and her beer haze, she could feel Deeks begging for help from his perch at the the bar. The least he could do was join her on the dance floor. Maybe if all of the chicks in this place saw his awful dance moves, they'd quit hitting on him.

I heard that.

Kensi sighed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, sauntering over towards the bar. Or at least, she thought she was sauntering. Stumbling might have been a more apt description. Either way, when she reached the bar she curled her fingers through Deeks' hair and ignored the blond trying to hit on him. "Marty, baby, why won't you dance with me?"

Deeks flashed a smile at the Barbie wannabe. "Sorry. She's only a little possessive and definitely more than a little dangerous."

The Barbie girl in this not so Barbie world raised her eyebrows and turned on her heel, headed off to find some other dude that would fawn over and then fuck her. "That's what you get," Kensi slurred, still playing with his hair. How did they make his hair feel so real?

"For what?" He scoffed.

She grinned. "Standing here like some kind of sexy statue instead of dancing like an idiot."

"Okay, first of all, wow. You're really drunk."

"Nuh uh." But yes, she was.

"Secondly," he said louder. "Just because I'm choosing not to dance to this shit you call music, does not mean that I can't dance."

"What, like this?" Kensi stiffened her body and jerked her arms back and forth until she couldn't contain her laughter.

Deeks rolled his eyes. "The Robot. Cute."

Snatching him by the hand, she dragged him into the drunk sea of people. She bounced off of enthusiastic bodies, searching for a safe space to make Deeks prove himself. The energy in this place was electrifying. It could have been the alcohol or her Companion's tight grasp on her hand, but she was buzzing from head to toe. Finding a hole in the crowd, she spun around and pressed her body to his. God, why was he always so damn warm? She'd be drenched in sweat in no time dancing with this guy.

He glanced down at her and rested his hands lightly on her hips. "Whatcha doin?"

"Prove it," she said, swaying her hips against him. "There's no way you can dance. Your bones are steel and you have built-in body armor. It's a miracle you can even walk."

"Pretty sure you don't want me to prove you wrong…" Deeks tightened his grip on her hips, his thumbs grazing the skin below her shirt. A light-headed feeling washed over her, intensifying when he began to move his body with hers. Like he could control both of them, perfectly in sync, and she was powerless to stop him. He smiled proudly. "Uh huh. You like that, don't you?"

She wanted to nod, or scream yes yes yes, but she held herself back. It was the alcohol, definitely the alcohol, but the way he was moving made her want to pull him even closer. She had the urge to wrap her arms around his neck, to bring his stupid face down to her level so she could feel the heat of his breath against her cheek, to ghost her lips…

Deeks froze, eyes wide. What was a game turned a little too serious for a moment. Non-human, her mind screamed. Non-human that can read your mind and that you probably just scared the ever-loving shit out of. Dumbass. Drunk horny freak, perving on a robot. What the fuck?!

"Are you okay?" He asked, twisting his lips. "You just got really weird. Er. Weirder."

She gulped and separated their bodies. The space made her mind clearer, though not clear enough. It was still spinning. "Yeah, I, um, might be getting one of my headaches."

It was a good excuse, but one he didn't believe. Ever since her encounter with The Chameleon, and his harsh right hook to her jaw, she'd suffered from sporadic yet crippling headaches. Deeks usually sensed them before they started, so he knew she was lying this time. Still, he nodded and placed a hand on her back to lead her to the door. "Okay. Let's get you home."

This time she did nod. His warm hand on her body was both comforting and confusing, or at least it was until she felt Deeks mutter under his breath. "Horny freak."

Dammit. Next time, she'd leave the Companion at home. Maybe.