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"Sit down, Mr. Deeks." His tone was bored and sounded tired. Friendly he was not.

Deeks had watched Kensi as she returned, sitting in her seat, seething and glaring at the objects on her desk. If looks could kill, everything on her desk would be in flames, wilting into nothing. Callen seemed to understand, and Sam had returned sweaty but calm. Seeing Kensi, however, had put him back on edge.

Ok, my turn. he thought.

"Aw, no friendly commentary for me?"

Sighing, the man sat back, staring at him. "No, your partner put me on edge."

Deeks smiled at how true his words were. "She's a feisty one."

The man agreed full heartily, which made Deeks laugh. He would have to give her credit where it was due.

"These interviews are about your work, Mr. Deeks."

"My work?"

"I'm trying to see if you are worthy of being an NCIS agent, or of being a cop in general."

They were questioning his ability to be a cop? Really? What the hell. Deeks looked over at his colleges. They were all staring at him, they had all been questioned about his performance as a cop. Sam looked annoyed, Kensi concerned and pissed. Callen seemed calm, but there was a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, why are you asking about that?" He turned back to the mousey interviewer.

"Previous members of your unit don't like you. Good cop, they said, but you are a pain to be around. This causes concern amongst my superiors."

Now he was irritated. "I worked with a lot of cops, and I have busted more than my fair share of dirty cops. Hence the reason I have a bad reputation."

The man nodded, pulling out papers. "Yes, it seems that you arrested a fellow cop that had been a cop for many years. He is the reason your last partner, uh, Jess Trainor is dead. Correct?"

Deeks looked down, closing his eyes against the bitter ache of memories. "Yes."

"And why did you want to bust him? He had been doing many years of good, why stop him?"

"He was a dirty cop in human trafficking! Young girls being sold and then they ended up dead."

"Yes, but wasn't he a great asset for your department?"

"Doesn't matter." Deeks took a deep breath, fighting against the surging emotions that hit him.

"You assaulted him, yes?" Deeks nodded. "Did you want to kill him?"

"What the hell kind of question is that?"

"Just a question, Mr. Deeks."

"I thought about it, but no. I wouldn't have killed him." he breathed. He couldn't react, it's exactly what this man wanted.

Nodding, he wrote some more. "Do you like working at NCIS?"

Deeks coughed, and started to rub his hand on his thighs as if trying to scrub away the bad memories. "Uh, yeah, it's great."

"Better than the LAPD."

"Actually, yes."

"And why is that?"

"Better equipment, better people to work with, more off hours and cooler cars." Deeks smiled at the man who continued to write. What could he possible write down, and how was it so much at once?

"And the people here, tell me. What do you like about Mr. Hanna?"

Deeks smiled. "He's pretty to look at."

The man didn't smile, but Deeks laughed a little. He couldn't help himself. "There's just something about his smile that is just so-"

"Please, be serious, Mr. Deeks."

"I can't be. This whole thing is a joke."

"If you really think so, then you can walk out now. Leaving your gun and badge here."

Deeks glared for a moment, but answered the man. What other choice did he have? "He's a great agent, very dedicated and committed to Marines, and does what's necessary to get the job done."

More writing. "And Mr. Callen?"

"He's a good leader. I like working with him, and he's also dedicated. But he's more of always trying to give everyone a chance to take charge and be their own agent."

Nodding, and, guess what? Some more writing. Deeks rolled his eyes. This was ridiculous. "And how about your partner, Miss. Blye?"

Deeks looked at the squirrel man. He wanted to joke, but something in his expression made him pause. That's when it hit him. They were looking for a reason, any reason to get rid of him. No matter what it was, they wanted him gone.

Damn. He really pissed people off, didn't he? "She's great. She's strong, fierce, and protective. Kind and scary, too. She knows how to make a man talk just by giving him a look. She has a strong willed personality that puts most people off."

"Not you?"

"Not anymore. It's part of who she is."

Nodding even more. Jesus, how could one guy write so much and nod as much as this one did? He was gonna have neck problems after this, for sure. "Are you in love with your partner, Mr. Deeks?"

Awkward. It was an awkward pause that had taken place, and the detective looked like he was in shock or wanted to laugh.

He decided to settle with the best of both. "Now what kind of question is that?"

"It's just a question, now answer it."

"No, I'm not in love with my partner."

"Are you sure? You both have risked a lot. You risked your life saving her, pulling her through lazars then leaving a hospital to save her."

"She was about to be-"

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Deeks, your actions are clear enough, but I need a definite answer. I will say this again. Are you in love with your partner?"

Deeks looked like he wanted to laugh again, when he heard his partners laugh. Looking over he saw them, his team was messing around now, trying to ease the tension that had been building.

Kensi sitting on Callen's desk while Sam made more shots on the basketball trash can. She was beautiful, he wouldn't deny that. She was drop dead gorgeous, and if this was anyone but Kensi he was sure he would be flirting everyday trying to get with her, but it was Kensi. In all her glory, her bad sense of humor, the seriousness, the candy obsession, she was still a bad ass, kick ass and scary as hell person. But she was Kensi, and Deeks couldn't ask for a better partner. Their eyes met, and he smiled. The concern was still there, and he knew that no matter what, no one else would ever be the partner for him.

Turning back to the interviewer, grinning, his smile widened and he laughed again as he began to stand up.

"Mr. Deeks?"

"Mr. Interviewer dude, listen here, I love my partner. I do, I couldn't ask for a better one. And you know what? She is pretty hot, but no, I'm not IN love with her." He began to leave when that man's voice came back. Jesus, how could someone's voice be that annoying?

"Do understand that if your relationship seems more involved or dangerous I will ship you back to LAPD, no matter what Hetty says? Or better yet, fire you?" The man shouted, his anger getting the best of him, but these agents weren't taking him seriously.

Deeks paused as anger coursed through him. This man was annoying, he never thought he could hate someone just because they spoke, but this man he hated.

"Everything alright?" Kensi had come over, overhearing what the man said. Sam and Callen stood where she had left them, but both were watching intently as if at any moment they were ready to get up and intervene in anyway. Kensi was tired of this man being here, questioning her and her team. What he said to her had pushed Kensi to the limit, but what on earth did he say to Deeks?

He turned back to the interviewer, glaring. "No, this guy thinks we're too hazardous to be partners and that I'm a horrible cop." Deeks normally laughing things off, making jokes about how serious the situation was, but this time he sounded pissed off.

"Really?" She feigned surprised, which she could see Deeks didn't buy. She was now pissed, as they had no right to question Deeks, or their partnership "Have you ever had a partner before?"

"No, but-"

"Then you have no right to talk about hazardous. I have his back and he's got mine, there is nothing hazardous about it, which I already tried explaining to you. Deeks is annoying sometimes, yes, but he is a great cop and deserves to be here."

The interviewer hated being ganged up on, he was still in control here. " I asked both of you if you were in love with the other, and both answered oddly enough to give me pause."

Quickly looking at each other first, questions in their eyes, but then Kensi and Deeks laughed, looking back at the man. They knew he truly had nothing.

"Miss Blye, he said he loved you." He was being smug, and annoying, but they were trying to be bigger, to make him sweat. Kensi looked taken aback for a moment before Deeks laughed.

"Alright, you want a reaction. Here you go." Deeks grabbed a chair and jumped on the table. He spun facing the people who were still at work. Sam and Callen looked mildly interested, walking closer to where they were.

"Excuse me, everyone, can I have your attention please?"

Kensi wasn't sure if she should laugh or shoot him before he embarrassed her. "Deeks what are you-"

"I love Kensi Blye! Yes, this chick," he pointed at her. "She's my best friend, a little scary, and has horrible eating habits that even disgust me. But I love my brave, scary, kick ass partner Kensi Blye." He looked down at her and smiled even more. She was fighting her own smile, irritation shining in her eyes, but it was mixed with amusement. Deeks got down on one knee on the desk and held his hands, clapping them together as if to say a prayer. "Kensi Blye, will you be my best friend, my partner forever and always, until the day you shoot me?"

Kensi laughed, normally she would walk off or punch him, or both, but she knew this was a show to the man who tried to rip them apart, who tried to ruin him as a cop. She heard Callen and Sam laughing in the distance. "I do. But if you don't get off this table now this partnership will end sooner then you think with my foot up your ass."

Deeks' smile, if possible, widened and he turned to look at the interviewer, who looked like he might pass out. "She's always such a tease."

Laughing, he jumped down next to his partner who nodded, biting her lips. She looked at him then decided it was best to punch him in the arm before walking off. "Ouchy. I confess my undying love, and you punch me. Seriously, where's the love man?"

They walked away, passing Callen and Sam, who just laughed patting Deeks on the back.

"Oh, you want love, huh?"

They walked away smiling as they head towards the elevator. "Yes, I do."

"Ok, go find a blind prostitute, cause that's all the loving you will ever get." The doors opened, Kensi walked in first, Deeks stood outside the open doors, his hands on his chest over his heart.

"You hurt me deeply Fern, you hurt me real deep. Just so you know the next time you need saving, I won't do it."

"Really,"

"Nope."

"One could only hope you keep that promise." Even down the hall you could hear her sighing.

The doors were closing, "You're mean Ferny,"

A grunt of pain could be heard before it was drowned out by Kensi's laughing, then the doors closed, sealing off the strange team.

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