For anon, who requested, "booty call."

Kensi looks up from her paperwork as her partner waltzes into the bullpen. She frowns at him. "Are you whistling?"

Deeks sets his bag on his desk and drops into his chair. "I am."

"You're even worse at whistling than you are at singing. That's a feat."

He shakes his head, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"You just going to take that, Deeks?" Sam asks.

Deeks shrugs, totally unperturbed.

Callen looks up from his laptop. He looks at Deeks with squinty eyes. "You're in a good mood."

"Yup."

"Fish tacos for breakfast again?" Sam guesses.

"Nope."

"Good waves this morning?"

"I wouldn't know."

"Slept in?" Kensi asks, giving up on her paperwork completely.

Deeks nods at that. "I did."

"Must have been up late," Sam says. "Booty call?"

"As a matter of fact, yes."

Something sticks in Kensi's throat. It's either her "marathoning BSG again?" question or her heart.

It's probably her heart.

"Huh," says Callen. "I didn't know kids these days still did that."

"Yes, grandpa," Sam rolls his eyes, "some people actually have sex."

"Hey, I have sex," Callen defends.

Sam just gives him a look.

"I do! I did. I have, you know, in the past."

Kensi barely registers their conversation as she struggles to wrangle her current emotions. Which is dumb, of course, because why should she have emotions about this? Why would Deeks having sex make her want to vomit? God, she really wants to vomit.

She tries to swallow without choking.

"Not recently really," Callen continues, "but I'm working on rewiring the house so -" He clears his throat and redirects his attention. "So, Deeks, how was it?"

Kensi expects him to brush Callen off - end this conversation and put her out of her misery, but he doesn't.

"It was delightful, actually. Very entertaining."

Yeah, no. She's losing the ability to breathe.

"Entertaining how exactly? Were there props?"

"Callen wants tips."

"I do not want tips."

"He does," Sam stage-whispers.

"Actually," Deeks says as he reaches in his back pocket, "I happen to have an audio recording."

"Oh my god, Deeks," Kensi says, desperation helping her muster the ability to speak. "Please do not play that."

Deeks ignores her request and starts tapping his phone. Sam and Callen both get up from their chairs and cross over to Deeks, eager to hear whatever he's about to play.

Kensi stays where she is, unsure if her legs would even support her if she tried to move.

"Seriously?" Callen asks as he comes up beside Deeks. "Did you record the whole thing?"

Deeks shakes his head. "It cut out after a few minutes."

"I am simultaneously desperately curious and horrified by the concept of this recording's existence."

"You don't have to listen," Callen assures his partner. "I'll summarize for you."

Sam snorts. "Like you'll even know what's going on."

"I have sex sometimes, okay!"

"Uh huh."

"I do!"

Sam grins. "Maybe you should record it as proof."

"Okay, here it is," Deeks says as he holds up his phone. He puts his finger to his mouth to silence the guys. "The beginning is my favorite part."

Kensi's jelly legs are going to have to be strong enough to carry her out of here because there's no way in hell she's going to sit here and - "Oh my god, is that me?"

She looks up to find her partner grinning from ear to ear.

It is. It is her and she's - "Why do you have a recording of me singing?"

"Is that singing?" Callen asks, cringing. "It sounds like someone is strangling something."

"Yeah," Sam says, face equally contorted, "you're not allowed to knock Deeks' voice ever again."

Embarrassment and confusion fuel her as she pushes out of her chair. She crosses to her partner, swiping his phone from his hand and shutting it off.

"What the hell, Deeks? How did you get that?"

He smiles and steps up to her, situating himself right in her space. His face is inches from hers when he reaches around and hovers his hand over her ass.

He raps his knuckles against the phone in her back pocket and grins triumphantly.

"Booty call."