I don't know if I would call this 'M', but I wouldn't call it 'T' either so it ends up with the dirty drabbles. :)

His hand is on her thigh as soon as he hears the click of her seatbelt. "I'm horny," he states matter-of-factly as he glides his fingers between her legs.

"I really don't know what to tell you, Deeks," Kensi responds, pressing her foot on the accelerator. "We're kind of in the middle of something here."

"I'm kinda in the middle of something here too." He rubs his forefinger down the middle seam of her jeans, causing her to squirm against the sensation. "Besides, I'm not wanting to pull over and fuck. I just want to finger you a little bit on the way to big ugly terrorist guy's house."

"Oh, is that all?" She rolls her eyes but doesn't stop him when he leans into her lap and unbuttons her jeans, sliding a hand into her panties. "I don't see what the big thing is with you and-" she whimpers and he grins in satisfaction.

"I don't think you want to know why I like doing this."

Kensi bites her bottom lip and blinks furiously. "I don't want to know or you don't want to tell me?"

Deeks moves closer to her at an awkward angle so he can rub her with his thumb, causing her to whimper again and duck her head. "Oh, I'll tell you if you really want to know."

He takes his eyes off of her face for too long and she closes her eyes for too long, and neither one of them notice the red light approaching and the brake lights of Sam's Challenger in front of them until it's too late. "Shit!" Kensi hollers, slamming on the brakes, but she still bumps into the black muscle car at about 10 miles per hour.

"Aw man..." Deeks groans, pulling his hand away from her pants to inspect the zipper burn on his wrist. "Did you really just fucking hit Sam's car?"

"You distracted me!"

He shakes his head. "We should just drive off. Head to the border. It's safer in Mexico."

Kensi puts her Cadillac in park and shuts the engine off as the driver's side door to the Challenger opens, revealing a clenched jawed Sam Hanna. She fumbles with her seatbelt and jumps out of her SUV in a hurry, rushing to inspect the damage. "I'm so sorry, Sam." He just stares at her, then stares at his dented bumper. Then he stares at her again. Then the bumper again.

Callen and Deeks both exit their partner's vehicles and meet in the middle. Callen whistles lowly and turns back around, immediately walking back to sit in the damaged car.

"I told you not to mess with your iPod while you're driving, Kens," Deeks admonishes her.

Kensi's eyes widen and her mouth drops open; her partner's ease at throwing her under the Sam Hanna bus renders her speechless.

Sam takes a deep breath in and releases it slowly before speaking. "This is coming out of your paycheck, not mine."

Her face falls and her shoulders slump in defeat. "Of course. I'm so sorry."

Curling his lips in annoyance, Sam shakes his head and points to her partner. "I was talking to Deeks."

"What?" Deeks crosses his arms over his chest. "What did I do?"

Sam rolls his eyes and points to Kensi before walking back to the open door of his car. "Her pants are still undone."