Hey everyone, I know its been a while and I wasn't planning on letting it take this long between chapters. Hopefully this one will make up for the wait...there are some spoilers for Breach, and this scene is based on what I thought was going to happen in the episode after I saw the preview...Thanks for reviewing to all the people who did, theyre appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't make nearly enough money to own this.

It almost happened when she went undercover.

Callen doubts its a day he'll ever forget. He had just walked into headquarters when he noticed that the entrance seemed quiet. Almost too quiet. His instincts were telling him to turn back while he had a chance, and he knew only one woman could have that effect. Sure enough, he was cornered by Hetty, who could scare an entire battalion out of their bunkhouse with a single look. After a few minutes of being politely chewed out for his $1,400 sushi bill, Callen and the older woman made their way up to Eric and the rest of the team.

Some Navy code-breakers had been having a little fun on leave at a strip club, and apparently pissed off the wrong person. It seemed pretty obvious that the man who drove his truck into the club, killing Petty Officer Renney, had done it because he'd fought with the Petty Officer about a stripper, Katya, earlier in the night. The driver had even killed himself in the accident, so case closed, right? Never.

After learning the unseen complications of the case including a master plan behind the collision, another dead body, and a boy Sam brought into the country, the case was anything but simple. Apparently, the man who had driven the car into the club was known by Sam's young friend. He in turn led them to a man named Safar, a regular of the strip club and a known terrorist.

Any leads they may have been able to get circled back to Katya and her boss Dallas. Dallas had been taping Katya having sex with men and keeping the tapes to blackmail them for money and information. After Katya confirmed that it was Safar buying the information they got from certain people, it was decided that they needed to get into Dallas' back room and retrieve his files. For this, they needed Katya.

"No. There's no way I'm going back there with feds! Dallas will know and he'll have me killed! Or that Safar guy! No way."

"Look, Katya, we can protect you. We only need you to act as you've been for the last few months."

She wouldn't have any of it. "You can't keep me here, or make me part of this plan. I'm not under arrest for anything."

Realizing they were getting no where, Callen stepped out of the room to where Kensi was watching on the monitor.

"So, can't get your girlfriend to help? You know we won't get any farther in this without those files." She looked over at him but Callen wasn't really listening, only examining her. "What?"

"You know, you look a lot like Katya."

Realization dawned on her features and she glared. "Don't you go there, Callen."

"Same height, weight..."

"Callen."

"With all the smoke in the air, he'd never get a good look at you."

"Callen!"

"All you'd have to do is wear a little more makeup. And your hair..."

"Hey, what's going on?" Nate asked, walking in and immediately sensing Kensi's distress and Callen's impatience.

"Do you think Kensi could pull off an undercover as her?" the agent asked, pointing to the woman on the screen.

The operational psychologist, sensing that either answer would probably be a bad one, simply said the truth. "Based on past evaluations, I think she could pull of anything."

In G's mind, it was settled. "There you go."

"And just when did I agree to this?"

Callen walked into the strip club and found an empty stool at the bar, ordering a drink as he sat. Scanning the room, he noticed the usual clientele of a strip club; a bachelor party, some frat boys out for the night, and married men unhappy with their lives. He himself would be playing one of the latter, and glanced down at the gold band on his left hand. Picking his head up, he saw the audience he was looking for...Dallas. Being sure to have the owner's eye, he carefully took the ring off his finger and slipped it into his pocket.

At that moment, G could just make out the employee with a record walking up to Dallas. They'd earlier convinced him that it would be in his best interest to tell Dallas that Katya was back as it would shorten his parole and hoped Dallas would take his word without question. He must have, because Callen watched as the bartender whispered something into his ear and Dallas looked up. Sweeping his gaze toward Callen, he muttered something back to the man, who nodded and quickly walked back toward the bar, sending a pointed look to Callen. He'd taken it.

Callen's view of the club was soon interrupted by a woman dressed in a black overcoat and sky high heels. Keeping her back to the club owner, she leaned into Callen, putting her lips close to his ear and playing her part to a T.

"I swear, Callen, I will get you for suggesting this."

Callen stifled a laugh, but smiled nonetheless, acting as though she'd said something more sexy. Then again, from the way her breath was moist on his neck and her perfume tickled his senses, he thought she could read him the entire NCIS operational manual and make it sound sexy as hell.

She leaned back and he got his first full look at her. Kensi had taken his advice and had put on a lot more makeup than she usually wore. If the long coat and spiky high heels were an indicator, there wasn't much on her underneath. He didn't know what it was about the night, but it made her skin look soft and touchable, two things that he wouldn't ordinarily let himself think of her as. Kensi was tough as nails and had confidence, which were two things that did allow her to be able to pull this off.

After a few more minutes of pretend foreplay, Kensi grabbed Callen's hand and led him through a hall to the back. Opening a door to the right as if she'd been there a million times, she walked into the room and he closed the door behind him, being sure to nervously look around before going in. After all, he was playing the cheating husband.

Scanning the small bedroom and conscious of the fact that they could be under watch, Callen walked up behind Kensi and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck. Callen couldn't help but notice the small moan that came from her. Not now, G. "How's it looking, Sam? Do we have the target?"

"Hook, line, and sinker," Sam's voice came through their earpieces.

Kensi turned in his arms and pushed his jacket off his arms. Deep brown eyes met striking blue, and he mouthed the words "Sell it."

She nodded and without hesitation threw him against the bed. Losing her cover-up left her in undergarments only, and G fought to keep his mind on the job as he took in the black silk and lace clad woman before him. She made her way over and straddled him, beginning to kiss his neck and moving her hands across his chest. Callen put one hand on the bare skin of her back and another tangled in her hair, and for a rare moment, he allowed himself to forget the mission, forget the camera, and just think about what was happening.

He would love to say that he had only ever seen Kensi as another agent, but that would be a flat out lie. There were days when he'd catch himself looking at her and wondering what it would be like to be in the moment he was in now, and those days were becoming more and more frequent. Now that he was here, he realized just how soft her hair was, and just how warm her touch could feel, and found that none of his fantasies had come close to the real thing. Shaking his head, Callen remembered all the things he'd allowed himself to ignore before as he quietly spoke to his partner again.

"How long until that jam, Sam?"

"Shit, G, it's gonna take a minute. I've got a problem here, hang tight."

Kensi lifted her head and looked at him, hearing the same thing he had. If this foreplay continued much longer, Dallas would wonder what was going on. Callen had to take action, and didn't allow himself to think about consequences. Pulling his weight from under Kensi, he flipped so that he was now leaning over her instead of her on him. He took her arms and pinned them above her head. He caught her gaze, a mixture of apprehension and desire that probably mirrored his own. Giving in to the moment, he crashed his lips onto hers, the intensity taking him by as much surprise as her.

Kensi responded quickly, using the same fire he'd started with. Her freed hands found their way into his short hair, pulling him closer. Their personalities guided them, and neither gave anything, fighting for control of the moment. It felt as though every kiss, every touch, and every sound was charged with an unexplored energy and passion.

As soon as it had begun, they were forced back to the task at hand by the sound of Sam in their earphones, telling them that the camera signal was jammed. Callen abruptly climbed off the bed and went to his jacket, grabbing his gun. Before running out, he looked back at Kensi, hair disheveled and lips swollen, and was struck with the thought of forever seeing this image in his mind. She grabbed for the long coat she'd thrown off earlier and got her gun as well. Making sure that she was armed and protected, he ran out the door to the private room behind the kitchen where the videos were taped to.

Stealing the file took longer than he expected, and as he headed back to the room he heard crashing coming from within. Kicking the door open, Callen saw Kensi holding Dallas down, gun drawn and panting. The club owner's nose was bleeding and the agent smiled as he threw her his handcuffs and leaned against the doorframe.

Sam chose that moment to run to the room after hearing the same sound Callen heard. Looking at Dallas, cuffed and whining, he returned his gun to its place and turned his gaze to Callen, expression unreadable, along with Kensi's appearance and the messy sheets.

"Enjoy yourself?" he quietly asked his partner, but apparently not quiet enough as Kensi glared at him, grabbed her coat and threw it on.

"Next time," she seethed, stopping by Callen on her way out. "You're the one who's stripping."

Callen couldn't help but break his silence. "Promise?"

The answer: another glare and a blush. And that's all he needed.

He almost fell in love with her when she went undercover.

So that was my first ever attempt at a 'sexy' scene haha...review if you want.