Anonymous: Kensi is undercover in a club and Deeks is not happy about it.

Deeks watches from across the room as their suspect wraps an arm around Kensi's waist. It's for the case, he reminds himself, yet again. It's for the case, it's for the case it's for the-

"Once Kensi gets the flashdrive, we're out of here. She'll be alright."

"This-" He points at the suspect's hand on Kensi's hip. "-wasn't part of the plan."

"Yeah it was," Callen chimes in. Deeks can hear a quiet snort from Sam.

He knows that they must really be enjoying watching this all unfold from the comfort of the car, while Deeks is stuck in an air vent, looking down on a club. But more importantly, his girlfriend in a club. Even worse.

"This sucks," he mutters, trying to rotate around to find a more comfortable position. "How did I end up here, exactly?"

"We needed someone inside, but also inconspicuous."

"So I couldn't have been, like, a bartender or something?"

Sam chuckles. "No. You would've been able to reach Kensi."

"Ha-ha. Very funny."

"It wasn't meant to be funny."

"Yeah dude- it was meant to be smart."

"I wouldn't have compromised the case."

Callen laughs. "Yeah you would've."

"No question."

Deeks rolls his eyes and watches through the vents as their suspect pulls Kensi in close. Sam can't help but view the stretch of silence as suspicious, and asks- "What's going on in there, Deeks?"

He humphs. "Too much contact."

"See, this is why we didn't want you down there with her. You'd pretend to spill a tray of drinks on our perp."

Deeks perks up. "There's still time for that."

"No there isn't."

"Honestly, there is. I have a change of clothes in the car, and if Callen will just lend me his black pants I think I can pull off the whole 'waiter' look really nicely-"

"Deeks. Chill."

"Yeah. Just… watch."

"I'd rather stab myself in the eye with a fork."

"Good thing you aren't undercover as a waiter."

"I hate you both."

Callen chuckles. "Yeah, yeah. We know."

Deeks look back down to the crowd beneath him, and exhales in relief as Kensi rolls her neck- their code for 'I've got the drive now get me the hell out of here.' At least that's how he interprets it.

"We're good to go, Sam. Let's pull out."

"Roger that."

As Kensi starts trying to make her getaway, the suspect grabs her hand with such force that she almost trips over her own feet. It's easy to do that in six inch heels.

"I think we have a problem," Deeks growls.

"What's going on?"

"I'm not quite sure," he replies honestly, watching as they continue to speak. Kensi looks panicked. "Remind me again why she isn't wearing a wire?"

"It would be too easily spotted in that dress. And it doesn't matter- you're supposed to be our eyes inside."

"I can see here, Callen. I just can't hear her."

Kensi once again tries to walk away but the man grabs her again, this time holding tightly to her wrist. She tries to pull it away but his grip only intensifies.

Deeks grinds his teeth and contemplates his options. In the end, there's really only one solution to this problem.

"Sorry guys. Gotta split."

"Deeks!"

"Deeks, what are you-"

They're both silenced by the sound of crashing metal and falling sheetrock as Deeks kicks his way out of the air vents and falls to the floor. In the midst of all the commotion Kensi forces her way free, and knocks the suspect's men out one by one as they come after her.

One they've all been handcuffed, Kensi sprints over towards her partner. Deeks is holding his knee, and as she touches his shoulder he winces and makes a sound reminiscent of a groan.

"Deeks! Did you just fall out of an air vent?!"

He winks and shoots her finger guns. Kensi has a hard time not laughing, but he looks rather pathetic and is definitely in pain, so she holds back.

"Desperate times, babe. Desperate measures."