Life, Lies and Video Surveillance

By Cortexikid

Chapter 3: Diffibulate

A/N: Thanks again for all the alerts etc. I'm forever in your debt =] Time for some Densi fun-times, just not in the way you think ;-) Inspired by the 3x12 episode "The Watchers."

DISCLAIMER: Last time I checked, I was neither male nor named Shane Brennan so...nope, NCIS:LA still isn't mine =[

WARNING READERS: Strong T-Rating for this chapter. Nothing too explicit, it's all pretty suggested not obvious but warning just in case...

WOTD: DIFFIBULATE; di·ffib·u·late verb. To unbutton, to unbuckle

"Oh yeah...right...right there," came the groan, little tufts of air tickling her ear.

"You like that?" she cooed seductively, dragging her nails down the front of his shirt, digging them in hard enough that he could feel the scratch down his chest, through the material.

"Um...humm..." he murmured, his eyelids hooded and heavy as she forced a giggle worthy of a porn-star, her fingers draping over his belt buckle.

"Well, you just sit back and relax," she half-whispered as he did what he was told, "and let me...take care of you..." she trailed off, nimble fingers opening his belt.

"Oh god..." he moaned, arching up off the couch as Kensi nipped at his jaw, her hands throwing his belt aside.

"Give it to him good Kens..." an all-too-familiar voice suddenly sounded in her ear, catching her attention and stilling her movements.

"Something...wrong...?" her late-night companion asked, noticing her now rigid body.

"Uh...no, no, nothing," she assured him with a peck on the side of his neck, getting another satisfied groan in response.

"You're a naughty girl Fern..." the voice continued, mirth evident in its tone.

"Ugh Deeks!" she whispered harshly under her breath, realizing too late that she said it out-loud. Her eyes quickly snapped to her pseudo-lover, looking for any sign that he heard her. Apparently, he did, as he sat bolt upright and stared silently at Kensi, confusion written across his semi-handsome face.

"Did you just moan my name?"

The voice raised an octave higher in her ear, but before she could respond, the blond-haired, blue-eyed man sitting in front of her cocked his head to the side and folded his arms, scarily resembling another blonde haired, blued eyed man she knew all too well. Why did every guy she had to do this with remind her so much of her partner?

"Who's Deeks?"

The doppelganger asked, his jaw set. The room plunged into silence. Kensi's brain scrambled for something, anything to say.

"Oh my God you did! You moaned my name when having Kensi private-time with a cheap lookalike of yours truly!"

"Uh..." Kensi murmured, looking around the room desperately as if somewhere in the large, pristine room there held a solution to this incredible awkward and slightly dangerous situation. Then it hit her, a plan began forming in her mind.

"Uh no, no I didn't say Deeks, Ethan...I—I said reeks...I uh...reek of cigarettes and it's uh...a little distracting. Would you mind if I...freshened up a little? Maybe you could...wait for me in the bedroom?" she smiled her most ravishing smile – worthy of a damn siren before offering him a wink and popping open another button on her blouse for good measure.

"Ooh, nice save!" Deeks' praises her and seriously, Kensi is going to frickin' kick him somewhere painful...maybe not his balls but definitely his ass.

"Uh, okay love-bug, I'll be waiting..." Ethan replied, returning her ravish grin before standing up and pecking her on the cheek and walking out of the room.

"Love-bug? Really?" Deeks laughed and the eye-roll that accompanied said-laugh was practically heard too.

"Can't be any worse than Sugar Bear!" Kensi hissed as harshly and as quietly as she could, storming straight over to the laptop and plugging in the USB to download the files.

"Well Love-bug, you better be quick, something tells me lover-boy won't last much longer..."

"Speaking from experience Deeks?" she quipped, hardly sustaining a chuckle at his squawk of indignation.

"Excuse me; I'll have you know my prowess is legendary! Much better than your faux-Deeks—"

"Oh please, he's nothing like you! For one, he's polite, not cocky—"

"Oh I'm sure he's very cocky now..." Deeks fired off without missing a beat.

"He's attentive, having more than a one-track mind and most obviously he's filthy rich...unlike you, who is just filthy," she finished with a dignified tap of the enter key as the download finished.

"Gee Kens, why don't you just marry the guy?" Deeks grumbles, sounding much less sure of himself, the mirth noticeably missing from his tone now.

"Oh, I don't know Deeks, maybe because he's a weapons-smuggler?" Kensi deadpanned, slipping the USB back into her purse and straightening up, her sensitive ears perking up, searching for any disturbance.

"Yeah that, and nothing beats the original, sweetheart."

"What did you just call me?" the agent scolded quietly as she tip-toed towards Ethan's bedroom, fluffing up her hair and picking up her discarded shoes off the floor.

"Kensi, ignore him, and get outta there," Callen interrupted, the smile in his voice evident.

It was funny really. Sometimes, when it was just her and Deeks bickering back and forth over the coms (even when she was in the middle of a goddamn op) Kensi forgot that Callen and Sam could hear everything too. She'd be doing her job for far too long now to get embarrassed at having an audience when she occasionally had to have faux-sexy-times but when Deeks joined the team...knowing he was there too, that he could hear everything too, did something strange to her stomach. It made her pulse quicken slightly, her breath hitch a little.

And when he interrupted with his smart remarks right in her ear? Yeah, sure, it pissed her off but mostly? It soothed her. It made her feel less alone in crappy situations like these, when she had to make nicey-nice and get up close and personal (or as personal as an undercover agent could get) with a scum-bag like Ethan Daniels. But she'd never tell him that. The smug bastard would only be compelled to do it more often and make his comments more...controversial. And for professionalism's sake (and her sanity), Kensi Blye just couldn't have that...even if sometimes, she craved it so.

"Yeah, come on, shake that tail, hurry up and come back to your hubby...Sugar Bear..." her partner murmured, his sultry tone not muffling the teasing laughter of Callen and Sam.

Alright, that was it, the straw that broke Kensi's back. Deeks was definitely getting a kick in the ass!

A/N: So, fun right? A more personal chapter is up next, a little less light-hearted banter and a little more serious heart-to-heart between partners. But, don't worry, this is still Densi...witty banter is never too far away! =]

A review would be greatly appreciated =]

~Ck

NEXT CHAPTER TEASER:

"Hello again, Mrs Feldman."

"Well, if it isn't my favourite LAPD Detective," Julia Feldman smiled as she saw her daughter's partner standing at her door, looking sheepish and every bit as awkward as the first day she met him.