For lightedwindows, who requested: "neon purple"
Kensi flicks open the curtains and steps out of the dressing room.
"Wow. So, Hetty's been tippling again, yeah? We should lock up the scotch before she does any damage." Deeks waves his hand in her direction before amending, "Any more damage, anyway."
"Why are you always here?" Kensi asks, tugging at the hem of her shirt and stepping up to the mirror. "Don't you ever have work to do?"
"Is that neon purple? It is, right?"
She meets his eyes in the mirror and gives him her most withering glare.
Deeks is completely unfazed. "Oh my god. Is it Hypercolor?"
"Hyper-what?"
He steps up behind her and reaches for her top. "Can I touch it?"
Kensi swats his hand away. "You most certainly cannot."
"Are you going to put your hair in a side-ponytail?"
"I'm going to put my fist in your face."
He scrunches up his nose. "Just when I think you're improving with the repartee, you go and say something like that."
Kensi sighs and tugs at her shirt again. "I hate you."
"You hate your outfit."
"That too."
He steps up beside her. "Come on, let's get you a Twinkie."
"I ate the last one yesterday."
"No worries." He drops his arm around her shoulders and tugs her toward the bullpen. "There's probably one in the timecapsule where Hetty found that outfit."