For everyone who requested a continuation of the previous drabble
"Well, your story checks out."
The officer steps into the room, keys jingling in his hands and smirk firmly planted on his smug, scruffy, inexplicably attractive face.
Kensi mentally rolls her eyes - at herself, at him, at her shitty, shitty day. "I'm shocked."
"You going to drop the act?"
"Which act is that?"
He waves a finger in her general direction. "The one where you're all feisty."
"Maybe when these handcuffs stop biting into my wrists I'll have more success channeling my charming personality."
He snorts. "Here's hoping."
He comes around behind her, fingertips brushing against her skin as he slips the key into the lock. She tries very hard to suppress a shiver. Stupid body. She needs to get laid, clearly.
And not by him. Nope. Not him.
She pulls her hands in front of her and rubs her fingers around her wrists. "Thanks."
"You're welcome."
She pushes out of her chair, already making plans for the evening. She's going to go straight back to the mission, take a long, cold shower, put on her highest heels and hit that new club on Ventura. There will be booze. There will be dancing. There will hopefully be sex.
"Well, Officer, it's been a blast."
"Detective, actually."
She raises her eyebrows. "What's with the uniform?"
He looks a little embarrassed. God, he can be cute too? She's got to get out of here.
"It's temporary."
"Aww. Busted down to traffic for letting a druggy get the jump on you?"
He clears his throat. "I thought you were going to be nicer when I freed you."
"I'm not free yet."
"See," he shakes his head, "I just think you're always like this."
"Well, I guess you'll never know." She gives him a toothy smile before reaching for the door.
"I just might."
Her hand stills on the handle. "Excuse me?"
"We're going to be working together."
She turns around to face him. "We as in, you and me? We?"
"That would be the definition, yes. Are you sure you're a federal agent?"
This time she rolls her eyes for real.
"Apparently," he continues, "this case is going to require some LAPD and NC-whatever-it-is cooperation."
"Sorry to burst your bubble, Detective, but that would be between you and our liaison, Thomas Parker."
He's grinning. A smug sort of thing that makes her imagine the various ways she could wipe it off.
"Yeah, no. It would be between me and one Special Agent Kensi Blye, according to some lady who my lieutenant finds supremely intimidating."
Kensi drops her head. Shit. "Hetty."
"That's the one. She must be something to have Bates rolling over." He claps his hands and rubs them together. "So. Pizza or chinese?"
"Jack on the rocks."
He laughs. "Even better."