"What is he dooooing?" Kensi ponders, staring at the bar. She tries to take a sip of her top shelf margarita and misses horribly, stabbing her cheek with the straw. "Ow."

Deeks is trying to ignore the fact that his partner is clearly beyond the legal driving limit for alcohol consumption. While drunk Kensi has her entertaining qualities, she also has some bad habits; she has no control of the words that come out of her mouth, the world is always going to end the next day, and sometimes she forgets that this little thing called personal space exists. He pretends that the words she just spoke weren't slurred a little bit and follows her gaze to the bar top, where Assistant Director Granger is standing next to a middle-aged blonde woman. "Um, it looks like he found somebody he knows?"

"No. No, no, no, no-"

"That's a lot of nos."

"No, I know that's a lot of nos. Ha!" Kensi laughs loudly and taps Deeks on the tip of his nose, causing him to wiggle it. "Nose." He rolls his eyes at her but smiles anyway. "No, I think he's hitting on her."

"What? Nooooo."

"Exactly!" Kensi snaps her fingers.

Deeks squints his eyes, looking at Granger suspiciously. "He can't be hitting on her, look at that weird grimace on his face. It looks likes he's trying to hold a fart in."

"That's just how he smiles!" Kensi says excitedly, leaning against Deeks while she slaps his thigh. "He said you have beautiful eyes to her. Or you're a beautiful guy. Something like that."

"Neither one of which are very good pickup lines," Deeks comments, sipping his beer. He glances down at her hand, which is still lingering on his thigh. Personal space is already optional for her at this point, he supposes.

Kensi takes a big sip of her margarita and stares her partner in the eyes, challenging him. "Like you know anything about pickup lines."

"You're right, I don't need them," Deeks banters back. "All I have to do is engage in friendly conversation and be myself." He smirks. "And stay sober enough that I can offer to drive her home at the end of the night."

"You're a pig." Kensi scowls.

"I love it when you say things you don't mean."

A quiet hmmph and the removal of her hand from his thigh is Kensi's only response. Looking at the bar again, she tilts her head in confusion. "What the hell, he's gone."

"What do you mean, he's gone?" Deeks stands up on the footrest of his bar stool, peering over to the bar. "I'll be damned. Well at least he paid for our tab up front."

"Did he leave with that woman?" Kensi looks horrified. "Granger doesn't actually have sex, does he? Oh God, I can't."

"Eh, stranger things have happened." Deeks kind of wishes her hand was still on his thigh, but he won't say that to her. It was his idea to take a step back in their level of intimacy, and she's the one who is dangerously close to being three sheets to the wind. Opening his mouth to make a quip about how maybe he was actually there to assassinate the woman, he's interrupted by Kensi slamming her head on their table.

"God, I can't believe Granger is getting laid and I'm not," she moans, voice muffled by the wooden table and her hair that's splayed around her face.

Deeks can't stop the crazed look from crossing his face. "Alright, you're cut off." Waving to catch the bartender's attention, he points to Kensi and mouths no more as he swipes his hand over his neck.

"Seriously, do you know the last time I, ya know, had the sex?" Her voice is still muffled but unfortunately Deeks can still hear her perfectly.

"Drunk Kensi. Next thing you know the world will be ending," he mutters under his breath. "Really? Did you really just ask me that?"

Kensi lifts her head off the table and looks at him sheepishly. "Oh yeah. Sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"Obviously." He takes another sip of his beer that he's been nursing slowly ever since he realized how sloshed his partner was getting. "By the way, I thought we were going out for beers, not shots of tequila."

"Granger said he was buying," she slurs. "I figured he owed me for being such a douche sometimes."

"Ah, I see."

"Psha." Kensi points to Deeks' beer. "You got the most expensive beer they offer instead of your usual Nasty Lite."

"What can I say, I'm a man with excellent taste."

Kensi snorts and winks at him. "Yeah, you do like me, don't ya?"

"Yeah..." Deeks drawls. "So, uh, did you find it at all odd that Granger wanted to go out for drinks with us? Unless it was specifically to pick up a woman-" She interrupts him with a gagging sound. "Sorry. I just thought it was weird."

Kensi leans close to Deeks and whispers. "Shhhh I got a secret."

He cuts his eyes at her suspiciously. "Do tell."

She drapes her arms over his shoulder and practically yells in his ear. "He's a cockblocker." Her laughter takes over her body and she practically falls over in his lap.

Deeks bites his lip, trying not to laugh along with her. "That's not even that funny." He's able to hold it in until she laughs so hard that she falls off of her barstool, just barely managing to gather her balance before she went tumbling to the floor. The massive amounts of giggles and hahas from their table starts to draw attention from the rest of the customers in the bar, who have no idea what could possibly be so funny.

Hopping down off of his barstool, Deeks wraps an arm around Kensi's waist and starts leading her towards the exit. "You're trashed. I'm taking you home."

Kensi snuggles into his arms. "Are you picking me up, Marty Deeks?"

"Huh, it's been a while, but I guess I've still got it, don't I?"

"Well you do have skills," Kensi teases. Deeks unlocks her Cadillac and opens the door for her. Crawling in on her hands and knees, she settles into the leather seat and rests her head so she can face the driver's side of the car. When he gets in and starts the engine, she puts a hand over his on the gear shift to stop him from putting the SUV in gear.

Looking back and forth between her hand on his and her face, Deeks raises an eyebrow. "Yes?" Kensi's face looks like she wants to say something but actually doesn't want to say anything at all. He's seen this look from her before; when he had to lie to her about going back to LAPD, when she needed his help while she was chasing her father's killer, and when she thought that she didn't deserve to have the thing she wanted the most in the world.

"It was easy to kiss you earlier today," she confesses, her voice a mixture of sleepiness and sadness.

"Yeah, it was easy. Comfortable. It felt-"

"Right," Kensi interrupts him. "Right?"

Gulping, Deeks looks back down at her hand and rubs it with him thumb. "Right. But it's not that-"

"Simple, I get it."

"Can I nickname you Deeks-Interruptus?" He asks, grinning at her. Kensi rolls her eyes. "We're still taking our time and crossing this slow, aren't we?"

Making a pouty face, Kensi nods her head. "Yeah. But right now you suck."

"I suck? How do I suck?"

"You couldn't have just gotten drunk too so we could do stupid, fun things with each other?" Kensi wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

Deeks laughs, a big loud happy laugh. "Don't tempt me, woman." She's watching him laugh and smiling her silly drunk smile. Putting on a more serious face, he tilts his head. "I know I've told you this, but I'm really glad you're home, Kens."

Letting her lowered inhibitions take over for a second, Kensi closes the small gap between them in the car. Her lips brush his gently, just enough to make their hearts beat a little bit faster and leave the taste of her tequila on his lips. Pulling away, she rubs a thumb against his stubbled cheek. "Me too, Deeks." Curling back into her seat, she puts her seatbelt on and closes her eyes. "Take me home."