I still own nothing on this show. I put a bid out on it but it was rejected. Apparently these characters are worth more than 5 bucks.

Most of this drabble was inspired by various Tumblr posts last night.

"So…it looks like you guys did a great job on our joint case." Kensi sips her steaming cup of morning coffee, enjoying the relative quiet of the desert morning. This has become somewhat of a routine now; Kensi calling Deeks once a week, always a morning for her and evening for him. They changed the days every week to avoid creating an obvious pattern, and Kensi never told Deeks the day that she would choose to call.

Deeks smiles and tugs at the hem of his shirt. "Well, ya know, the three bro-migos were on the job. That's a guarantee for success."

Kensi laughs at him, shaking her head. "Oh is that right? You guys are 'bros' now?"

"Oh yeah. I think Sam might even let me ride in the front seat of the Challenger soon."

"Yeah right."

"I'm serious! It's almost like…" Deeks pauses. "I dunno, like I belong there."

Kensi purses her lips. "But you do belong there, Deeks."

"Hasn't always felt like it," he admits, sounding only a little bitter. "This may sound weird, but I think not having you here…maybe it's allowing me to show how good I am at my job."

"Oh," Kensi responds, trying not to sound hurt. "That's, uh, that's really great Deeks. I guess."

"But you know I would trade all that for you to be here," Deeks says quickly. "It's not the same without you."

"Good to know I haven't been forgotten," Kensi teases.

Deeks whistles lowly. "So not forgotten. I just wish that I could've just talked to you during this case," he sighs. "I found out that everybody got to see you but me. No, really, everybody. All I got was Granger. Which is like, the exact opposite of you."

"Yeah I know," she says sadly. "I thought I'd get to see you too. But I really enjoyed the selfie. You have always looked nice in a suit."

"Yeah, I knew you were always checking me out. You likey what you see huh?"

"Can you not just take a compliment?" Kensi asks.

"Nope, I wanna hear it. You've always thought I was hot."

"Deeks…" Kensi warns.

"I bet you have hundreds of pictures of my ass on your phone and you look at them every night and think about what it felt like to…"

"Deeks!" Kensi interrupts, smiling. "Okay, I might have a few."

Deeks grins like a Cheshire cat. "Say it."

"You're hot," Kensi says nonchalantly.

"No, when did you realize you thought I was hot?"

"I dunno…" Kensi answers. "Maybe after the Queen Mary."

"The Queen, are you, did you, what? That was over three years ago!"

"So? Just because I found you attractive doesn't mean that I actually liked you."

"Uh huh, keep telling yourself that darling," Deeks replies smugly. "So on the subject of attractive people and selfies…I would definitely like more of those from you."

"I think I can manage…"

"But maybe," Deeks cuts her off. "Maybe with a few less uh, layers."

All Deeks hears is silence for at least a minute before she replies. "Are you serious?"

"You said it's a secure line when you connect your phone to the satellite phone. I'm not saying HBO quality pictures, I would settle for like, FX rated ones."

Kensi looks around her, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious of their conversation. "Alright I'll think about it. But I have a request in return."

"Anything."

Kensi twirls a string of hair that has come loose from her ponytail and shifts her eyes towards the two agents close to her. "Maybe take a picture next time you go running or work out. Like, of your biceps or something."

"Reeeeeeaaaaalllllly," Deeks drags on. "You've got a deal."

Kensi sees Granger and Sabatino exit the trailer. "Listen Deeks, sorry, but I have to go. Next week?"

Deeks grumbles quietly and kicks his coffee table. "Yeah, next week. Be safe?"

"Always."

Deeks sets his satellite phone down and picks up his work phone, looking at the most recent picture of Kensi. She looks tired, but just as beautiful as ever. His phone vibrates while he's still holding it. Realizing it's a text from Kensi, he quickly opens the new text message. He laughs and shakes his head: Kensi had taken a new selfie and was winking at him in it.

"Wow, Kens. A selfie without your jacket on was not what I meant about fewer layers…"