Anonymous: Kensi and Deeks show up to work wearing the exact same shirt.
"Morning guys, how's it-" Kensi stops herself mid sentence as her eyes land on Deeks. "Seriously?"
For a moment he furrows his eyebrows, but quickly enough his features mellow out and a smile spreads across his face.
"Oh. Look at that. We're matching, babe!" Deeks points his partner and looks over to Sam. "Dude, we're matching!"
He doesn't appear impressed. "I can see that."
"This is your shirt!" Kensi exclaims, pointing to her midsection. "How the hell are we wearing the same thing?"
Callen's eyes land on each person in the room. Nobody seems phased by the revelation, and it's baffling to him. "Why are you wearing his shirt?"
"Not important," Kensi says. Deeks looks over to his team leader and winks. She ignores the both of them. "Why do you have two of the same shirt, Deeks?"
He shrugs. "I have two of every shirt."
Kensi opens her mouth and then shuts it again, wondering fleetingly why she is dating this psycho. Then he smiles and she remembers all over again.
"Okay, first of all- why? And second of all… how did I not know this?"
Deeks leans back in his chair and folds both hands together behind his head. "I've done it ever since I left the academy. I buy two in case one gets, like, a bloodstain on it or something. That way I'm never out of a shirt. And youprobably don't know about it because you've never done my laundry."
She narrows her eyes. "Am I supposed to do your laundry?"
"Well, I mean, I wasn't trying to say that you should, I just-"
"I'd shut up, dude," Sam mutters.
"Yeah, I don't this is gonna end well if you keep going."
"I would agree with that." Kensi sits down at her desk. "Oh, and that thing about the shirts? Really weird."
He waves her off and turns to Sam and Callen. "Guys? Help me out here."
Sam looks to Callen and Callen looks to Sam. "Really weird," they reply in unison.
Kensi laughs just as Eric whistles from the top of the stairs. "We caught a case! And…" He squints. "…are you two matching?"
Kensi grins at her partner. Deeks stands up from his desk, shoulders slumped as he makes his way towards the staircase.
"I'd rather not talk about it."