Prompt: Kensi calls Deeks "Marty" for the first time. This is a follow up to a previous chapter, Hand to Hand.

"So."

"Yeah."

Kensi formally extended her hand. "It was nice to meet you Deeks. Good job today."

Deeks stared at her incredulously, his dark blue eyes opened wide as they looked at her. Kensi tried not to lose herself in the blue that wasn't as bright or clear as Callen's but was gorgeous nonetheless. Maybe more so than Callen's because she could literally see them changing color as they roamed down her body and back up again, settling on the small amount of cleavage peaking out of her shirt. She cleared her throat loudly, and he rolled his totally not fuckable eyes at her.

"Really? A hand shake? Do I get a fucking gold star and a pat on the back on my way out, kind of like a consolation prize? Maybe that would soften the pain from the ass reaming I'm about to get from headquarters when I leave here."

Standing firm, she tried to completely ignore that a frustrated Deeks was actually a pretty hot Deeks. She definitely didn't want him to take his frustrations out on her while she was lying in a supine position. "I don't know what to say, Deeks. I'm sorry?"

"You know you can call me Marty right?"

"Okay, Marty," Kensi said, finally pulling her hand back to her body when she figured out he had no intention of shaking it. "I still don't know what to say." She faked a tight smile, hoping he wasn't thinking the same thing she was about the way his first name sounded coming out of her mouth; it would sound even better if she screamed it.

A cocky smile slowly spread across his face. "I like the way you say my name."

Oh yeah, he was definitely thinking the same thing she was. "You know, I think I'll just call you Deeks."

"Why is that?" The cocky smile was still on his face and his light eyes were piercing holes into her dark ones. She felt like he was shooting blue come-fuck-me lasers at her.

"It just feels very...intimate," Kensi rationalized, and it was the honest to God truth.

"Intimate?" Deeks' smile faltered for a second before he fixed his face.

"Yes, intimate."

"As in, kiss you on the forehead goodnight intimate? Or moan in your ear intimate?" Deeks attempted to wink at her, failing miserably. God, even that was cute.

Kensi pursed her lips, remembering how it felt to have him, or rather his alias, pressed against her body as he did in fact moan in her ear. She needed to get far away fast before she pushed him up against a wall and finished what they started that one night in the gym. "This has been a strictly professional working situation, Detective."

"Wow, okay then," Deeks said defensively. "You're better undercover than I thought."

Biting her bottom lip, Kensi regretted the cold way she was dismissing him but knew she needed to make a clean break. Luckily for her, he would likely start another undercover operation soon and she would probably never see him again. She was focused on her job, and didn't have time for complications like blue eyed, fluffy haired detectives with firm bodies and soft lips. Very, very nice soft lips.

"Well, it's been nice working with you Agent Blye," Deeks said coldly, clearly frustrated that they weren't going to even acknowledge the sexual tension between them.

"Wait." Kensi sighed. How did this man that she barely knew have such an effect on her? "Call me Kensi. And I'm sorry. It was good to work with you, too."

Her blanket apology was enough for him it seemed, and he smiled genuinely as he started backing away from her. "Until the next time you try to ruin one of my cases, Kensi?"

"Whatever, Deeks," Kensi called out to him playfully as she watched him walk away from her. Maybe she hoped their paths would cross again one day. Maybe she hoped they wouldn't. Either way, she knew she wouldn't forget him.