Author's Note: The name of the hotel mentioned in this chapter is completely made up, and does not, to the best of my knowledge, exist in any shape or form.

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3 Months Earlier…

It was late in the evening inside the Golden Sands beachfront hotel in Malibu, California. Kensi and Deeks were sneaking quietly down a long hallway located on the buildings' first floor.

"If we get caught…we're screwed. You know that right?" Kensi asked, as she followed Deeks down the long hallway that lead back out to the lobby.

"Only because you keep reminding me." Deeks remarked.

Kensi rolled her eyes at her partner, though he could not see her do it.

The partners were currently in the midst of an undercover Op, in which they were posing as a couple vacationing at an upscale beachfront hotel in Malibu.

A less-than-honest manager who had taken to extortion like bees to honey, ran the hotel; and through his many underhanded dealings he wound up extorting and then killing two United States Navy officers—one of which happened to be a navy seal.

They had just left the manager's office, on the first floor, only minutes before, and were now trying to make their way back to the room they shared several floors above. They had been snooping around and searching for anything they might be able to use to get a confession from the guilty hotel manager.

Deeks was rambling quietly about something else, when she heard it. She listened carefully for a few more seconds to make sure she'd heard right.

"Shhh." Kensi said suddenly, stopping where she stood. "Listen." She insisted in a low voice. At first all she could hear was the sound of her own heart beating inside her chest.

Deeks listened intently, and then he heard the noise his partner had been talking about. "Someone's coming." Deeks said, looking at his partner.

"Gee, you think." Kensi snapped back quietly.

"Hey, this is no time to get snappy." Deeks shot back. "This whole thing was your idea—remember?" He added, pointing a finger at the sexy brunette.

Practically the whole time they'd been alone inside the hotel they had been at each other's throat every other chance they got. They didn't mean to get this way, but the sexual tension that had been building up over time between them was becoming more and more unbearable; and being in such close proximity to each other for hours upon hours wasn't really helping things any either.

"Maybe if you hadn't taken so long we'd already be back in our room." The female federal agent countered, taking a step towards the shaggy-haired man. "But no, you just had to try out that stupid massage chair."

"Take that back." Deeks insisted while still holding his ground against his partner. "That chair was nice."

"Oh whatever!" Kensi snapped back. "It was overpriced, over-"

In the midst of their heated argument they'd forgotten all about the heavy footsteps headed their way. "Damnit, we're trapped." Kensi said suddenly, looking up and down both ends of the hallway.

Deeks noticed that the door directly behind where Kensi stood read, in big bold letters, LOUNGE. His brain quickly hatched an idea, and he only prayed that the room was empty.

"They're getting closer." Kensi said, looking back to Deeks.

"Oh you're so gonna kick my ass for this in the morning." Deeks said without thinking.

"What are you talking about?" Kensi was slightly confused by her partner's words, and really that she could read his mind sometimes.

Deeks grabbed the brunette around the waist and pushed her towards the door. "Saving our asses…now follow my lead." He said quickly, as he forced open the lounge door and pushed them into the room beyond.

"Whoooaaa," Kensi found herself suddenly forced backwards into a long rectangular table inside the lounge room—at least that's what it felt like. It was dark in the room, as neither one of them had hit the light switch on the way in. "Deeks, what are-" she tried to say, but almost without warning the shaggy-haired man seized her lips with his own.

He pulled back just enough to give her a heads up on his next move. "Just go with our cover." He whispered as he ripped open the front of her nice white blouse. Several buttons flew off of the garment and went whizzing through the air in almost as many different directions.

"Hey." She protested. "That was my nice…Ooohh." Words suddenly failed her, and her eyes rolled back up into her skull as she felt Deeks' warm breath against her neck, and then the trail of kisses he began to leave in a downward path that led to the top of her bra.

God, this feels so good. She felt a low moan escape her lips as Deeks expertly removed her bra in one, single fluid motion.

Deeks chuckled at the sound of Kensi's apparent approval at his methods. He nipped at her taught, pink nipple and the action only further stimulated the female federal agent. "Mmmm…yes." She moaned again.

That's when it happened. Kensi was just beginning to enjoy herself, even though it was just supposed to be part of their cover, when the door to the lounge room suddenly flew open and the lights came on.

Deeks spun around to face the intruder. His top half was exposed as he had shrugged out of his own shirt as soon as they'd entered the room. "Dude, what the hell!" Deeks exclaimed, as he stared in disbelief at the dark-haired man who stood in the doorway. It was the hotel manager.

Kensi sat upright on the tabletop where she had been positioned by her partner only moments before, and quickly pulled her blouse close to cover her exposed front. "Doesn't anyone ever knock in this place!" Kensi snapped. The words were spoken partly in the guise of her cover identity, but then also in part by her true self. She couldn't lie to herself anymore…she really did want Deeks.

"I-I…I uh…I am s-so sorry." The hotel manager sputtered, as he averted his eyes from the scene. "But you really shouldn't be down here at this hour." He told them.

Deeks reached down and plucked his shirt and Kensi's bra from the floor. He handed the bra back to Kensi, and then turned back to face the dark-haired man.

"Yeah…we get that a lot, believe it or not." Deeks said as he pulled his shirt back over his head. "But my wife," he added, pointing over his shoulder at Kensi. "She likes it a little kinky…know what I mean?" Deeks said with a mischievous grin.

"Yes, well… I can certainly see that, sir." The dark-haired man responded from his spot in the doorway of the room. "However, I must ask that you return to your room before engaging in such…romps." He told them.

"I gotcha man." Deeks replied, as he turned back to Kensi. "You heard the man, sweets. We gotta vacate the premises."

Kensi slid down off of the table, and stepped around Deeks. She headed for the door, still holding her blouse closed, and walked towards the door. "Killjoy." The brunette pouted as she passed by the hotel manager.

Deeks followed his partner, and smiled at the dark-haired man with feigned politeness. "Sorry bout that." He apologized. "She's used to getting her way—guess that's what happens when your parents are loaded like hers." Deeks gave a small wink to the dark-haired man.

The hotel manager only nodded and watched as Deeks followed the sexy brunette down the length of the hallway, and back to the exit out into the main lobby area.

The elevator ride back up to their floor was excruciatingly awkward, and filled mostly with silence. They both chanced glances at the other, but other than that they made no contact.

A few minutes later the elevator reached their floor, pinged, and then the doors opened. They stepped off and made their way down the hallway to room 432—their room.

Back inside the room was a different story altogether though. As soon as they were safely inside, Kensi suddenly couldn't take it anymore. Her insides were burning white hot from their earlier encounter downstairs, and the desire for her partner was quickly becoming too much-she needed release.

"Well, that was a little too close for comfort." Deeks said finally, after closing and locking the door to their hotel room. "Sorry about that, by the way." He said apologetically to his partner. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable…it was just the only thing I could think of-" he started.

"Screw it." She mumbled to herself all at once. She dropped her bra on the floor, and allowed her blouse to fall open once again. She moved towards him, closing the gap quickly and then threw herself at the shaggy-haired man.

"Kens, what are you-" he started, but her sudden attack on his lips silenced him. It was deep and consuming, and the taste of her was simply intoxicating to say the least.

When she finally broke for air they stared at each other for a long moment. It was clear that they both wanted this so much more than either of them had ever been willing to admit until now. "I don't know what you're up to, but I like it." He told her. "Kensi, If we go much further though…I can't promise I'll be able to stop myself." He warned.

Kensi pressed her hot sex against his, and that alone spoke volumes about her willingness to proceed and her trust in him. "I know." She whispered softly, almost pleadingly. "I want it, Deeks. I want you." She breathed.

Deeks seized her lips again after that, as he steered her backwards towards the sofa. She tumbled back over the end of the sofa onto her back against the soft cushions.

Deeks lowered himself over her, and began to suckle her tender breasts. She moaned beneath him as his actions caused small waves of pleasure to wash over her. "Ooh, Deeks…Deeks-"

Suddenly a sound startled the two of them, and then their room door flew open to reveal Callen and Sam standing just outside. Deeks and Kensi had both forgotten that their teammates also had a keycard for accessing the room.

The two men stepped inside, and then closed the door behind them.

"We're not interrupting anything…are we?" Callen said, eyeing the partners and the compromising positions they were in.

Deeks rolled off of Kensi, stood to his feet, and straightened himself up. Kensi jumped up off of the sofa and bolted for the bedroom. "Doesn't anyone in this place knock?" the female federal agent muttered as she passed by the two other men—holding her blouse closed once again as she walked by.

"S-Sorry about that." Deeks apologized, as he ran a hand through his hair. "We were just…ya know, selling our cover." He tried desperately to explain away what the two men had just seen—more for Kensi's sake than his own. "In case our guy had the room bugged you know." He added.

"Right." Sam replied, with a look that said 'so not buying it dude'.

"Okay, lets just forget that any of that ever happened." Callen said, stepping towards Deeks. "Did you get it?"

"Yeah, we got it." Kensi said as she re-entered the living room area. She had changed out of her blouse and into a regular t-shirt. The thing that the brunette had not realized yet, was that the shirt she wore now was one of Deeks shirts.

"Welcome back." Callen greeted the female federal agent once again.

Kensi rolled her eyes at the team leader, and looked instead at her own partner. "Go ahead." She said. "Show'em."

Deeks gave an amused chuckle at seeing his partner wearing one of his t-shirts.

"What?" she asked at seeing the amused expression on Deeks' face.

"Nice T, partner." He replied, pointing to her t-shirt.

"What about it?" she asked, still somewhat confused, as she looked down at the t-shirt.

"Its one of mine." He said with a grin.

Kensi blushed from ear to ear as she realized that Deeks was right. It was his t-shirt that she was wearing.

Sam and Callen also looked quite amused by this.

Kensi shook her head, and motioned for Deeks to hand over the object that Callen and Sam had come for. "Just give them the thumb drive." She said insistently.

Deeks dug down into his jeans pocket, and a few seconds later produced a small thumb drive, which he handed over to Callen.

"Everything we need to bust this guy is right here." He said, showing them the small device in his hand. A thought occurred to him as he said the words, and he knew immediately that he needed to ask. "Wait," Deeks said, holding the thumb drive back a second. "What are you guys doing here anyway? I thought we were supposed to contact you guys after-"

"Kensi. Check your phone." Sam said at once.

Kensi pulled her cell phone out of her back pocket and examined it carefully. She groaned agitatedly when she saw the words scrolled across the screen.

"What is it?" Deeks asked, trying to peek over at his partner's cell phone.

"The emergency alert." She said, showing Deeks the phone. "I must have accidentally butt-dialed it when you threw me down on…that…table." She looked up, suddenly aware of how weird and awkward it sounded when said out loud.

"What happened now?" Callen asked, leaning towards them with a slight grin spread across his face.

"None of your business." Kensi snapped with a serious look. "Good enough for ya?" She was already embarrassed enough without Callen (or Sam) making things worse for her.

Callen backed off, splaying his hands out in front of him in mid-air to indicate his surrender. Deeks then tossed the thumb drive across the way to the muscular black man who stood watching everything silently.

"Why don't you guys mosey on along now." Deeks said, motioning towards the door. "You can let us know what Eric pulls off of that thing in the morning." He added.

"Fair enough." Sam replied. He and Callen headed for the door again. "Hey, Kensi. Word of advice—don't butt dial unless it's a real emergency next time." He said with a small wink.

Kensi glared at the team leader as he and Sam disappeared back out through the hotel room door. She walked over afterward, and relocked the door once again.

Deeks could tell that his partner was frustrated and humiliated and so many other things at that particular moment. He wanted to help her somehow, but he wasn't sure how exactly.

He chuckled lightly. "Talk about mood killers, hunh?" he tried humorously.

Kensi turned slightly, and only looked at her partner. "I'm…I'm sorry, about that." She said quietly.

"Why are sorry?" Deeks asked, a little bit confused by her apology.

"I know how that must have looked—especially for you." She said, still in her quiet voice.

"Kensi, I'm fine. Its you I'm worried about." He told her. He could tell that she was close to tears by that point.

"I'll survive. I mean, they know how I am with guys." She explained. "One night stands, flings—never anything serious."

"Is that what we almost were…just then I mean?" Deeks asked, curiously and somehow otherwise unaffected by what his partner had said. "Was I gonna be just another one-night stand for you?"

Kensi shook her head, and wiped fresh tears away from her eyes with the backs of her hands. "I-I don't know, Deeks. I just don't know right now."

Deeks stepped forward, and pulled Kensi close. He kissed her gently on the forehead, and then looked into her eyes. "Don't think too hard on it fern." He said with a warm smile. "It is pretty late, so what do you say we both turn in for the night?"

Kensi couldn't help but smile back at the shaggy-haired man. "Sounds good." She replied quietly.

After that they both went their separate ways for the night. Kensi slept in the bedroom, and Deeks crashed out on the sofa in the living room.

…24 Hours Later…

Kensi and Deeks strolled out of the mission together after another long day. They had managed to wrap up the case they'd been working, and had successfully gotten the hotel manager to confess to his crimes.

The sun was about an hour away from setting completely below the horizon as the pair made their way to their own cars—which incidentally were parked, side-by-side, in the lot.

"Got any plans tonight?" Deeks asked, as he pulled open the driver's side door to his car.

Kensi didn't answer at first. Her mind was still on the sexual encounter she and Deeks had had that last night at the hotel. She couldn't help but feel as though she might never get another opportunity like that one, and that notion really hurt her inside.

Deeks whistled and finally got her attention. She looked up over the hood of her SRX, finally, and stared back at her partner. "What?" she asked, obviously oblivious to what he had asked only moments before.

"Tonight…any plans…have…you?" he asked again, emphasizing only the important parts this time around. "Yes or no?"

Kensi appeared thoughtful for a brief moment as she continued to stare back at her partner. "Not that I know of, why?" she replied.

"How about dinner? My place?" he offered.

"Sounds good." Kensi said, as she unlocked her car door, eyeing Deeks suspiciously. "Why?"
Deeks shrugged. "I dunno. Its been a long couple of days. I thought maybe we could hang out, eat some dinner…maybe finish what we started back at the hotel." He said slyly.

Kensi's heart skipped a beat at hearing what he was proposing. It was too good to be true she thought. "Sure." She said quickly. "7:00 sound okay?"

"Sounds great." He said with a smile, over the roof of his Chevy Malibu. "See you then sweets?" he teased her.

"Yeah," she replied, biting at her lower lip like a young schoolgirl confronted by her long-time crush. "I'll be there." She promised with a smile of her own.

She watched as Deeks slid behind the wheel of his car, and then watched him pull out of the parking lot and drive away from the mission.

After a few more minutes she finally slid behind the wheel of her SRX, and began to buckle her seatbelt when her cell phone began to ring. She dug the gadget out of her pants pocket and answered it quickly.

"Hello."

"Ms. Blye?" Came an unfamiliar voice over the line.

"Yes. Who is this?" she asked, uncertainly.

There was a brief silence at first, but then a few seconds later the voice picked back up again. "That is of no great importance at this time, my dear. What is important though, is that I know you."

"Sorry, I'm afraid I don't follow." Kensi replied. She was starting to get somewhat creeped out by the mysterious phone call.

"You seem very fond of Detective Deeks, are you now?" the voice said next, and the words sent a slight chill down Kensi's spine. She was also beginning to feel a little bit angry at this person—whoever he was.

"I don't really see how that's any of your business." She snapped over the phone.

"Oh, you will, my dear. You will." The voice replied, with a rather creepy sort of chuckle. "I'm going to leave you now…leave you to ponder one thing." He told her.

"Yeah." She snapped again at the voice on the other end of the line. "What's that!"

"How much do you care for him, Hmm?" the voice said next. "If you held his fate in your hands…how far would you go to protect him?"

"That a threat!" Kensi snapped, even angrier now that she originally had been.

The voice laughed in that creepy sort of way again. "You'll see." The voice taunted her. "I'll be in touch, Agent Kensi Blye." The voice said next. "And, I would advise you to think long and hard about what we've discussed here today—it could mean the difference between life or death, for the Detective."

Then the line went dead before Kensi could say anything else. She sat there in her car confused, worried, scared, angry, and a plethora of other emotions as she tried to calm herself back down for the trip home to change, and then from there, the drive over to Deeks' place.

She would try to forget the weird phone call, even though she knew that would be utterly impossible to do. Something about the call, and the person on the other end of the line just seemed to rub her the wrong way.

…TBC…

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