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Supercilious [su·per·cil·i·ous] adj. 1. Full of contempt and arrogance. 2. Behaving as if or showing that a person thinks they are better than other people, and that their opinions, beliefs or ideas are not important, condescending: "He spoke in a haughty, supercilious voice."

"I hate this guy." Deeks announced as he left the witness and entered the Boathouse. He looked like he wanted to punch something (which is unusual for Deeks) and Kensi didn't blame him one bit.

Deeks had been interrogating Jackson Reynolds for the last hour and getting absolutely nothing out of the guy. Reynolds knows his way around the legal system from being an arms dealer for the past 10 years. He just sits there with a smirk on his face, giving Deeks the roundabout.

"There's gotta be something we haven't tried yet." Kensi said.

"Well, if you have any ideas, feel free to share them, because I have absolutely nothing." Deeks snapped. He instantly realized what he did and calmed down. "I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do."

Kensi pulled out her phone. "Well, maybe Eric found something that we can use against him." She dialed up Eric and put him on speaker phone. "Hey, Eric. Got anything for us to use on our friendly neighborhood arms dealer?"

"The only thing I could find would be that he seems to have a weakness for women. It seems that he visits a strip club quite often and he fancies himself as a playboy as sorts."

"Ok, thanks." Kensi said and she hung up.

"So how do we plan on using this info." Deeks asked.

Kensi was quiet for a moment before she said "Turn around."

"Huh?"

"I have an idea, but for me to do it, I need to make a few adjustments to my clothes."

"What do you plan on doing?" Deeks asked as his back was turned to his partner.

"What I just love to do- falling back on my sexuality to get the info out of a guy." Kens said as she stripped off her top. She was wearing a simple black t shirt and a green tank top under a little vest and a pair of dark skinny jeans. Kensi put the vest back on and adjusted it around. "Ok, you can turn around."

Deeks turned around and his mouth dropped at the sight of his partner (if it had been a cartoon, his eyes would be popping out of his head). She had removed both the t shirt and the tank top and all that remain as her top was a little vest that just barely covered. Deeks could see the lace of her purple bra peek over the vest and was surprised to see a matching thong peeking over her jeans.

"Matching underwear, Blye? Didn't think you were the type." Deeks said, trying to steer the conversation into safe banter, something they were both use to.

"Shut it, Deeks." Kensi snapped. She adjusted her vest a bit more. "Ok, is this slutty enough?"

"I plead the 5th." Was Deeks simple answer, which answered Kensi's question.

She took a deep breath and said "I'm going in."

Deeks watched the TV screen with great interest. He was wondering what Kensi was going to do. Kensi came onto the screen and lean onto the table, giving Reynolds a good view of her cleavage. Deeks frowned when he saw Reynolds' eyes go straight for her chest and didn't leave.

"I think you and I can come up with a deal." Kensi said with a husky voice.

"Oh?" was Reynolds reply.

"I think you'll be willing to give up your sources in exchange for a little…fun." While Kensi was saying this, she pulled Reynolds' chair away from the table and then stratled his lap.

"What sort of fun?"

Kensi leaned in close, whispered something into his ear and pulled back. "Well? Does that sound fun enough for the name of your supplier?"

Reynolds had a stunned expression on his. "Uh huh."

"Then what is his name?" Kensi asked in a sweetly false voice.

"Karim Assaf." Reynolds barely whispered.

Kensi glanced up at the camera and gave a smirk, knowing that Deeks was watching.

"And she's gloating. Why does she always gloat?" Deeks asked out loud. He watched Kensi walk back into the room. "Nicely done, partner."

Kensi smiled. "Thanks." She pulled out her phone, called Eric up and told him to get all the info on Karim Assaf that he could get.

Deeks waited till she got off of the phone before he dared to ask the question that was burning on his mind. "What did you tell him?"

Kensi gave him a slight smile. "Wouldn't you like to know."

"Actually, I would, since I asked and all that."

Kensi leaned in close to Deeks' ear and whispered "Maybe I'll tell you someday." She pulled back and made a hand motion for Deeks to turn around. "Now, look away. There is no way in hell I am going out like this."

"Aww… I think it's a good look for you." Deeks said with his back turned.

"Shut it Deeks. If you mention this to anyone, I will use you as a punching bag."

"You already do." Deeks pointed out.

"Well, then I will use you as target practice. And you can turn around."

"Ok, then lets head go back to the Mission." Deeks said as he headed out the door. Before he exited the Boathouse, he turned around and stated. "By the way, purple's a good color for you." And with that he sprinted towards the car.

Kensi made a face a disbelief, which turned to a look of amusement. Leave it to Deeks to sprint towards a car that she had the keys to.

I saw this word and knew I had to use it. And this will be my last update for the night, because I actually have homework to do.

But quick question- would you all prefer if I replied to your reviews? I see that others writers do that and I just want to know if you would like me to do that also (for the record, I do read your reviews). I was just wondering.

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