Life, Lies and Video Surveillance
By Cortexikid
Chapter 5: Lambition
A/N: So this chapter is a little shorter than the others but they're not all gonna be of equal length, some will be epic, some tiny, some in between...hope that's okay!
Disclaimer: Deeks is not mine...but wow, do I wish he was! Kensi isn't mine either. Or NCIS: LA in general. Sob.
WOTD: LAMBITION; lam·bit·ion noun. Act of licking or lapping.
"You've got some face on your ice-cream," Deeks said suddenly, lapping at his own ice-cream cone heartily, not bothering to savour the last morsels of it, opting to instead scarp down the remains in one smooth bite.
"What?" Kensi spluttered, accidentally spitting at him as she took an impressively large mouthful of the sweet-tasting delight.
Deeks grimaced as he chewed, hand reaching up to wipe off the flecks of ice-cream she just spat at him from off his forehead.
"I said," he murmured, swallowing before continuing, "you've got some face on your ice-cream, you know, seeing as there's more ice-cream than skin going on there," the detective smirked, pointing to her general vicinity that was indeed, largely covered by flecks of vanilla and multi-coloured sprinkles. Face, clothes and...her hair, if his eyes didn't deceive him.
"Out of the two of us I have to say, I would never have pegged you as the messy eater..." he laughed as his partner frantically wiped at her face with a napkin.
"Yeah well, it's hot in here and it's melting all over me...it's so goddamn sticky—"
"That is the hottest thing you have ever said to me."
"Shut up Deeks!"
The blond had to bite his lip as he saw her pink tongue edge out and lick jovially at the cone before disappearing back into her mouth, a soft hum of approval escaping her lips. If he didn't know better, he'd say she was doing this on purpose – hell, what was he thinking? Of course he knew better!
Before he could call her bluff however, something caught the detective's attention. One tantalising drop of melted ice-cream trailed from the corner of her mouth, inching slowly down towards her chin. His body on autopilot, his brain not knowing what he was doing, Deeks reached out and caught the droplet with the pad of his thumb, wiping it softly away from Kensi's jaw. The brunette's dark eyes widened, her lips parting a little in silent question.
Stillness swallowed the partners as they stared at one another, neither gaze wavering from the other as Deeks' thumb gently moved away from her.
"I—" the shrill sound of a ringtone interrupted whatever the LAPD liaison was going to say and internally both he and his partner heaved a sigh of relief. Because really? What could he possibly say and what could she do in response? Scold him? Hit him? Kiss—no.
"Yeah, uh...Eric," Kensi mumbled into her phone, "yeah, okay...sure," she finished before hanging up, staring straight ahead.
"That—that was ops, gotta get back, there was a break in the case," she told Deeks, her eyes still not meeting his. "Just uh...give me a sec—" and like that she was out of the car like a bat outta hell, her rapidly melting dessert in hand.
The detective sat there, gaping at her retreating back, still a little stunned by the exchange and barely contained a grin as he saw her inharmoniously dump whatever was left of her treat in a trash can across the street, before jogging back over to the car.
He made sure not to stare too intently as she climbed back into the driver's seat and started the ignition – apparently it was one of those days where they actively ignored their 'thing' and really, during moments like this, that was fine by him. For now.
But as they made their way back to Ops, Kensi's ridiculous Techno music blaring from the speakers, one thing Marty Deeks knew for sure, he was never more jealous of a dessert in his entire life.
A/N: So this was just a short and silly thing – hope you liked anyway! Because of its shortness I will probably upload the next chapter before tomorrow. I just can't wait to get to chapter 7, 8 & 9 - my three-shot series =]
Please review =] ~Ck
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"No way can surfer boy here actually cook."
"I'll have you know Sam; I am a culinary genius..." Deeks replied, looking sideways at the man he begrudgingly had to share a desk with.
Sam and Callen shared a look before simultaneously snorting their disbelief.