For Hermioniesmydawg, who requested the first sentence "Um, what's going on with your pants?"

"Um," she waves her hand in his general direction as she steps into the boat shed, "what's going on with your pants?"

Deeks looks down at himself and then back up at her. "They're shorts."

"I can see that. Why are you wearing shorts?"

"Are you saying you don't like them?"

"I'm saying you should probably already be seated when the suspect comes into interrogation."

He slides off the table. "Good plan. I don't want to distract her with my sexy calves."

"Yeah, that's it."

"Sexy knees?"

He starts walking toward her and, damn it, they are sexy knees.

She folds her arms across her chest and tries to look stern. "Say 'Patriot Act' and let me see if I can keep a straight face."

He steps up into her space. "You don't think she'll take me seriously?"

"I don't." The urge to touch him is really strong. Like, really strong. Has she not seen him in shorts before? She tries not to remember. Remembering would probably just bring her back to that time she saw him in only his boxers and - damn it.

"Or is it that you don't think you'll be able to keep your hands off my exposed thighs?"

She digs her nails into her palms and barks a laugh. "Oh my god, never say 'exposed thighs' again."

Deeks deflates. "What? That wasn't sexy?"

"No, that was not even a little sexy."

"But the shorts are sexy," he clarifies.

"The shorts are fine. Now every time I see them I'll just think of you saying 'exposed thighs' and it'll be like a bucket of cold water."

He lights up again. "So you're saying you needed a bucket of cold water."

"No," she says quickly. "Definitely not. Of course not."

"You are!" He's grinning. "I'm going to wear shorts every day."

"Please don't."

"Hetty will take some convincing, but -"

"There's a strict no-shorts policy, I'm sure of it." There has to be. If there isn't, one should be implemented immediately.

He's smirking as he backs out of her space and crosses to the couch. "Is that why you never wear them?"

Any relief she'd get from his distance is negated by the fact that the shorts ride up when he drops onto the couch, exposing his thighs. Damn it again.

She looks away. "To work? Yes, it's the policy that keeps me in jeans."

"Do you want to be out of jeans?" He wiggles his eyebrows and throws an arm across the back cushion. "I can arrange that."

"Deeks." She chucks her empty water bottle at him.

"Hey!" he exclaims as he deflects it. "I knew I should have gotten the glasses too. You'd never attack a man in glasses."

"Wait, gotten what glasses too?"

He sighs and brings one ankle up to the other knee. Jesus she can see boxers.

"Erics."

"Those are Eric's shorts?"

"What, you think I'd actually wear shorts to work?"

"You say that like it's more illogical than what actually transpired."

He scrunches up his nose. "It is. I would never wear shorts to work. I have to be presentable."

She crosses the room and drops onto the couch. Maybe if she's beside him she won't have to look at him. "And why exactly are you wearing someone else's pants?"

He sighs. "Because Eric's going out to dinner with that new girl on Parker's team and I mentioned that maybe shorts weren't what he should wear on a date and, well, he started panicking and there was no way Hetty would let him into wardrobe and so -"

"I'm sorry, back up. A date?"

He turns his head toward her, all doe-eyed. "They grow up so fast, don't they?"

"He's going on a date in your pants?"

"What? Oh, no. Gross, Kensi."

She smiles and relaxes into the couch. "Just saying. You probably didn't think that through."

He scrubs a hand over his face. "Yeah, no I definitely didn't think that through."

"Hey, at least they stand a chance of getting some action."

"My pants get action!"

"Lots of tumbling around in the dryer, I'm sure."

"Don't knock it. Dryers are like clothing rollercoasters."

Her cell phone vibrates and she retrieves it from her back pocket. "It's Callen. They're almost here."

"No time to run home and get another pair of jeans."

"Sadly."

"Sorry you'll be so distracted in there. I can take the lead if you like, let you just stand in the corner and close your eyes."

"Thanks. I wouldn't want to spend the entire interview laughing."

"What was that? Lusting?"

She laughs. "You're an idiot."

"An idiot with a lot of exposed skin." He scooches a little closer. "Would you like to touch it?"

Sort of. Desperately.

"Please tell me I did not hear what I think I just heard."

"Sam! Hey!" Kensi jumps away from Deeks like she's been burned.

"Oh, jesus, Deeks are those shorts?"

"They prefer length-impaired."

"My eyes are burning."

Kensi clears her throat. "It's from the white of his exposed thighs."

Sam shakes his head. "Deeks you better get in there and hide your legs behind the table before Callen brings the witness in. We don't want her laughing the whole time."

Kensi thwaps him on the arm with the back of her hand. "See? I told you!"

Deeks sighs and starts toward interrogation.

"And now I see why Eric never leaves ops."