I apologize in advance if my Spanish is wrong. Although I did take Spanish all through high school and I pride myself in being able to understand small (very, very small; practically microscopic) pieces of conversation, my grammar and ability to put together sentences sucks.

Disclaimer: NCIS: LA and characters belong to CBS. I own nothing.

A long sigh escaped Eric as he added another tally to the paper tacked to the wall. Seven down, eight to go, Eric thought to himself. It pained him to make that short, single line. The green ink was so stark against the white paper and the glow from the various monitors in Tech Ops made it appear almost ominous. He had to admit that never would have thought of "devious" as one of Nell's many character traits. Sure, she was sweet, gorgeous, not to mention incredibly intelligent but devious? He had to admit she was a crafty one, that Nell.

...

"He's never gonna do it," Eric said spinning himself in his chair in front of the main screen while waiting for Kaleidoscope to find a suspect's truck. Spinning in his chair was one of his favorite things to do right above surfing and whistle duty and just below being with Nell.

Nell crossed her arms and turned her chair to face Eric's. "You're really sure about this, aren't you?" she said watching her partner continue to act like a four year-old.

"Yep. He's never gonna do it. He's too scared of her."

"I don't know," Nell said with a small smile. "You underestimate him. And I wouldn't say he's afraid of her. It's more like he's afraid of what she'll say."

Eric scoffed but he continued spinning. "Please, we already talked about it. It's never gonna happen. I am one-hundred percent positive."

"Really?" Nell rolled forward and stopped so that her chair was next to Eric's. "Are you willing to put money on it?" This made Eric cease his spinning and stroke his chin in thought.

"How much?"

"Ten dollars says he asks her by the end of the week."

"I say he doesn't. And make it twenty." Eric wheeled back to his computer to check on Kaleidoscope. "Oh, and when I win, you have to do the dishes for the rest of the month."

"When you win?" Nell asked rolling in beside Eric. "You really are very confident about this." She watched a very smug smile cross Eric's features. "Fine, then I'll see your wager and raise you…" Nell thought for a moment. "Fifteen whistles." Eric's smile spread from ear to ear. He turned to Nell, beaming.

"You've got yourself a deal." He and Nell shook hands making their bet official.

The following week…

"How?" Eric was pacing back and forth in in Tech Ops wracking his brain for an explanation. "How could you possibly know? You hardly ever talk to him except on an op."

"I have a gift," Nell said shrugging her shoulders. "Es uno de mis muchos talentos."

"No," Eric said shaking his finger at Nell. "You had to know way before we made the bet. He must have said something to you." Nell shrugged again and turned back to her monitor. "He told you, didn't he?" Eric walked over to Nell and turned her chair to face him. "He did tell you! Oh-ho-ho!" Eric leaned in so that his face was inches from Nell's. "That means you tricked me," he said in a low voice.

"I did no such thing, Eric," Nell said calmly. "You're over-thinking this. It was simply a woman's intuition." She smiled and kissed the tip of his nose before returning to her work. Eric stood behind her utterly speechless with a look of disbelief on his face. He totally told her, he thought.

Later that day...

"For the hundredth time, I didn't tell her."

"You didn't ask her for advice or anything?" Eric was leaning over the desk now in an effort to look as intimidating as possible (which isn't very when one is wearing a Hawaiian print shirt, frayed khaki shorts, and flip-flops).

"Nope. I swear on my surfboard and Monty's favorite squeaky toy."

"You really said nothing to her, Deeks?" Deeks shook his head while Eric's hung down in defeat. "Why didn't you say anything to me?"

"Dude, seriously?" Deeks asked incredulously. "You're the worst person to go to for advice."

"Yeah I guess," he admitted. "I still can't believe I lost. Nell is going to hand this over my head forever."

"Not forever," Nell said appearing, almost magically, beside Eric. "Just until the end of the month. Now go put another tally on that paper of yours." Eric slowly trudged his way back up to Tech Ops looking very disappointed. Nell waited for him to be out of earshot before she slipped ten dollars across Deeks' desk.

"What's this?" Deeks asked visibly confused.

"I thought it would be nice to share my spoils. Besides, I knew you would eventually ask Kensi out months ago. It was just a matter of waiting." She smiled and turned practically skipping to the stairs.

"So on top of being a super genius you're also a psychic?" Deeks called after her.

"Es uno de mis muchos talentos."

I hate to admit it, but I'm stuck in fluff mode. It's not the fluffiest fanfic but I feel like I'm being smothered by millions of tiny blue and pink cotton candy monsters or something. But awwww! Some Densi love! Also, if you didn't pick up on it, Eric and Nell are living together. Gah! All the fluff is making my insides feel funny!