Drabble: late night call between Kensi and Deeks? – requested by anonymous

Tags: 4x02 & 4x09 & 4x17 & 4x23

Holding the phone to her ear, the steady ringing echoing, Kensi lay on her bed staring into space. Voicemail. Again. She ended the call and repeated the routine again, calling his cell for the fourth time that night. She didn't even pay attention to the steady ringing anymore.

Until it broke.

"You seriously desperate, aren't you?" He picks up.

"Shut up, idiot. Why did you take so long to answer?" Of course she had to insult him, otherwise he would know that she was worried.

"Some people don't live a hoarder life and need to clean and shower, you know?" She could practically hear him having that crocked smile on his face.

"Are you saying I smell?" She retorts, because let's be honest, she wouldn't find a comeback to save her life.

"Yeah you do, having a unique scent like every other human being." He answers and even though she could take is as an insult, she knew he meant it in a sincere way.

"Sunshine and gunpowder scent?" She asks grinning, knowing she has one up on him.

"How?" he just asks.

"I have my ways." She grins knowingly that she won.

"Touché." And even though this is their thing now, she hears him sigh.

"Touché." She tries to lighten the mood by using it wrong again, yet it follows silence. She was just about to ask if he was still there when his voice rung through the phone again.

"So…shall I take this as booty call from you to me, at..-let me check-.. 2.45am?" And back again was the image in her head of a smiling and smirking Deeks because he got back at her again.

"How?" She was the one to ask now.

"I have my ways." He answers teasingly.

"Eric." She states, knowing that if she got her gossip from Nell, who had seen it on the tape, Nell's male companion had taken the other side.

"Callen actually." He laughs and she shakes her head. "He said you were quite awkward explaining it."

"What did he say exactly?" Now she was intrigued, because Callen was usually known for holding back while getting in between the partners and Sam was usually known for picking on Deeks.

"He didn't say much…" the detective started.

"So you got nothing." She laughs.

"He rather asked me about booty calls and then asked if I had some praxis with you." He chuckles and she could her face burn.

"He did not." She said, trying to convince herself.

"Okay I will lie if it makes you feel better, Fern."

"Shut up."

"You know you want me. In your bed."

"Stop. Right there. And don't go further."

"Alright….but just this one time because I am tired." A yawn interrupt him.

"Night Deeks." She whispered.

"Night Kens. See you bright and early. It's your turn with donuts, just by the way." He answers her, his voice going quieter.

"We'll see about that." She answers, but instead of hanging up they stay a few minutes in silence.

"Sleep well." He breathes.

"You too." Click. The call ended and like every night both feel quite at peace now, knowing their partner is safe at home, falling asleep and will be there bright and early in the morning. And despite that he said it was her turn, he shows up with donuts and coffee at her door the next morning.