Anonymous: Kensi and Deeks are stuck in an elevator.

"Goddammit, it's hot in here!"

Deeks lazily lifts an eyebrow. Yeah, the heat is getting to him too. "I know. Maybe we should take off-"

Kensi lifts a finger. "Don't complete that thought."

"You sure? It was a pretty good idea."

She rolls her eyes. "Yeah, I'm sure."

"But are you, like, really really-"

"Deeks." She's hot and tired and kinda claustrophobic. He isn't helping matters any. "Shut up."

"Right," he says, shooting finger guns her way. "Sorry partner, I think the heat is messing with my head."

"You sure it's the heat?"

He shoots her a glare. "Definitely the heat."

"If you say so."

"I do."

"Okay."

"Why are you arguing with me?"

Kensi runs a hand through her hair. It's damp with sweat. Ugh. "I'm not arguing with you, I'm talking with you."

"No, you seem very uptight."

"Maybe it's because you're annoying!"

"Or maybe it's because we've been stuck in an elevator for the past five hours."

She nods. "Touché."

His eyes widen, and for the first time in hours Deeks doesn't look as if he's about to nod off. "You used it right!"

"Hmm?"

He sits up tall. "The word! Our word! Touche! You finally used it right!"

Kensi lifts her eyebrows. "Our word?"

Deeks swallows and scratches the back of his neck. "It's like our, um, thing, but not. It's our word."

She smiles. "Our word, huh?"

"Why are you doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"Smiling like that."

Kensi shrugs, holding her expression. "Smiling like what?"

"Like you think I just said something stupid."

"I don't think you said something stupid."

He leans away, eyeing her suspiciously. His nerves are tangible. "You… you don't?"

"Not at all," she says, shrugging. "It's… cute."

"Cute?"

She avoids eye contact. "Yeah, cute."

For a moment he just nods in silence, then suddenly- "Kinda like our thing."

Kensi chuckles. "You keep bringing that up."

"Do I? Haven't really noticed. My brain is too busy being cooked, I guess."

"Deeks-"

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't talk about it, Kens." His tone is different now, more serious, as if he suddenly just remembered what he was talking about. Them.

And that's about as serious as it gets.

Kensi looks at him and doesn't say a word- she can't give him a reason why they shouldn't be talking about it.

Deeks nods. "That's what I thought."

She rolls her eyes and shifts closer towards him, hugging her knees to her chest. "Okay, fine."

"Huh?"

"You wanna talk about it?" She throws her arms in the air. "Let's talk about it."

"Umm… okay." There's a long pause, a staring contest of sorts. Who's gonna break first? Then- "Go for it."

"Me first?"

"Yeah."

"Why me?"

"Why not you?"

"What do you want me to say, here, Deeks?"

He shrugs. "I dunno. The truth?"

"The truth about what happened?"

"Seems as good a place to start as any."

"Well," she says, tossing her arms in the air. "We had sex. I said it!Yippee! Are you happy now, Deeks? Were you-"

"Kensi."

"-just waiting for me to acknowledge it, or what? Because to be honest, I was waiting for you to acknowledge it. But not like this, not while we're stuck in a fucking elevator-" She smacks the door once for good measure. "-and can't manage to escape it. Because I don't think this-" She motions between their two chests. "- you, me, us, our thing, whatever the hell you wanna call it, should be something we have to be forced into talking about. I think it should be real and genuine and I I think you should want to talk about it as much as I do."

Tears are welling up in her eyes. Deeks' throat begins to close up at the sight of them. "I know I've been avoiding this for a couple of weeks, but I was trying to wait for the right time and I was scared and I didn't know what to say and-"

He presses his lips to hers. Or rather smashes his lips to hers.

Kensi's hands search for his shoulders, his back, then finally tug on his hair when she can't find anything else tangible to grip. Deeks sits back and pulls her onto his lap, her hips pressed up against hers and-

"Of course."

Deeks freezes and looks to his left. Kensi does the same.

The doors are pried open. Three men— Sam, Callen and a very startled maintenance worker are all staring at them.

"Alright. Pay up," Sam says.

Callen rolls his eyes, pulls his wallet out of his back pocket and hands his partner a twenty. Sam gladly takes the money.

"Really?" Deeks asks, still breathless but trying to cover it up. "A bet?"

Sam shoots him a wink. Kensi blushes.

"He would've owed me a hundred if your clothes were off."