A/N: The flirtatious, fluff, and ridiculousness continue. Hope you enjoy!

Over the next week or so, Kensi and Deeks started spending at least part of most evenings together. Sometimes, it was just Kensi stopping by to say hi, sharing dinner at one of their homes. Or as on tonight's case, Deeks and Caleb hanging out in Kensi's classroom while they all finished their various work.

They were careful to keep their relationship platonic while in vicinity of the school, which had helped cut down on much of the gossip.

She peered up at the two for a moment now. Caleb had finished his homework, and moved on to play with the play kitchen across the room. Deeks looked adorably ridiculous crunched into a child-sized chair at an equally short table. If this kept up, she might have to drag another chair in here.

When they were alone though…Kensi's skin warmed as she remembered the pressure of Deeks' lips on hers. Last night, they'd gotten a little carried away after Caleb went to bed and she thought the imprint of Deeks' hands gripping her hand would be permanently burned into her memory.

"Hey, how do you feel about fish tacos?" Deeks asked, abruptly brining Kensi out of her reverie. Fortunately, he didn't look up from the contract he was typing up to see her nearly upend her water.

"Um, I like anything with the word taco in it," she answered distractedly. "Are you trying out a new recipe?"

So far, Deeks had treated her to a range of his culinary skills, but he hadn't touched on anything with Latin roots yet. If he did, she just might die from his utter perfection.

Deeks groaned, stretching along the back of the chair, the thin white material of his shirt stretching tight over his torso.

"I wish. I thought we could drive down to the beach for dinner and a walk. If you have the time."

Apparently attuned to any mention of food, Caleb immediately abandoned his pretend meal of chicken and ice cream, and rushed over.

"Are we getting tacos from the food truck?" he asked hopefully, and Kensi couldn't deny him.

"I can make the time," she decided. "Just give me 10 minutes to tie things up."

"How is it that you've only been here for a few months," Kensi paused to lick a drop of hot sauce quickly descending down her hand. "Yet you know all the best places to eat?"

Beside her, Deeks smiled around half of his own taco. When he'd described his favorite food truck as having the best fish tacos in the county, he hadn't been exaggerating.

"I spent every summer her with my aunt when I was in middle and high school," Deeks replied with a shrug. "I surfed every part of this beach and learned all the best places to eat with my cousin."

"Of course you did." Though her words were slightly mocking, Kensi eyed him fondly. Deeks just grinned, offering her the last taco in the carton he ordered for them to share, but she brushed it off with a shake of her head. "Oh, I want to, but I think I might die if I do."

"Kensi Blye is turning down food?" Deeks teased, nudging her with his shoulder. "I didn't think that was possible."

"Oh hush."

Glancing out over the now darkened beach, she watched Caleb play a few dozen yards from them. He was picking up rocks to skip, jumping from spot to spot to collect the ones that met his expectations, and collecting them in his shirt.

"Thank you for sharing this with me," she added more softly.

"It's one of my favorite places." Looking out over the horizon, he smiled softly, just the slightest hint of melancholy in his eyes. "There's never a bad day in the water. Or at least that's what I like to tell myself."

"It seems perfect to me." She nodded to the beach, Caleb skipping along in the the sand, and lastly, Deeks, as she leaned into his side, linking their fingers. They watched Caleb play for a moment; noticing them, Caleb waved and raced over, kicking up sand behind him.

"Dad, I found a bunch of perfect rocks!" he said once he was in shouting distance. He stopped stopped himself just before he ran into Deeks' legs, offering him a handful of surprisingly clean stones. Each one was smooth and roughly the same size.

"Sweet! How many times do you think I can skip this one?" Deeks asked, accepting a round rock. He tucked it into his palm, ruffling Caleb's hair.

"Seven!"

Deeks released Kensi's hand, turning to the side as he swung his left arm in a practiced swinging move. They all followed the jumping motion of the rock, heads bobbing as they counted.

"Six," Caleb announced loudly.

"Ah, so close. What about you, Kensi? You want to see if you can beat my record?"

"You happen to be talking to a girl who went to camp every year. I'll beat the pants off you, Mr. Deeks."

"That's pretty big talk, Miss Blye," Deeks drawled, eyes shining with mischief. "You want to put a wager on it?"

"I would, but I'm not sure you could afford it," she said, grinning when Deeks' eyes widened at her suggestive tone. "This will do for now though." She kissed him quickly, then sashayed out of reach.

Stepping up to the shore again, she gave a flick of her wrist, the rock skimming over the water in a series of eight small hops.

"Now I wish I'd taken that bet," Deeks murmured in her ear, hands settling on her hips while Caleb whooped around them in celebration.