Prompt from the Cuddles/Hugs Meme: Densi - Clinging. This chapter is rated M for a couple of adult words.

I don't own anything to do with NCIS:LA.

"What, how do you miss that shot?! You guys suck!"

Deeks glanced to his left at the belligerent man sitting next to him. He was at his usual after work hangout again, even if Kensi did make fun of him and his bar buddies for watching a documentary about Baktun 13 and for their stupid flavored condoms in the bathroom. Like she does anything better with her evenings, he thought. She probably goes home and cleans all her guns and Googles 'how to be funny.'

"Rudy, I don't see how you can get so mad every night. You know your team sucks. This is nothing new," Deeks said, chuckling. "I…" he paused, feeling his pants pocket vibrating. Pulling the phone out, he checked the caller ID. Kensi. He groaned loudly and threw some cash down on the bar. "I gotta go guys, work calling." He sprinted towards the exit, answering the phone as he pushed open the door. "Deeks."

"Heeeeey partner. I need a riiiiiide."

"Kensi?"

"Do you have another partner?" she slurred.

Deeks stopped walking and leaned against the outer wall of the bar. "Where are you?"

She giggled. "At that bikini bar you like to go to."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Welllll," she said slowly. "After work me and the girls went out for some drinks. And like, I said that I had a really stressful day at work and they said how is it stressful being an art curator and I felt bad that I couldn't say that I don't know shit about art so I ordered shots for everybody and we said hey lets go find some guys and I said that the cool guys go to bikini bars instead of strip clubs so here we are."

Deeks thought he heard her burp after she finished the longest run-on sentence he'd ever heard in his life, but ignored it. "I'm walking over there right now. See you in a second." The bikini bar he frequented (far less frequently than he used to) was just around the corner from his usual fully clothed bar. He walked over quickly but was stopped when the bouncer held his hand up to him.

"Cover."

Deeks sighed. "I don't want to go in, I'm just picking somebody up. "

The bouncer held up two fingers and Deeks ran in, scanning the room for his partner. He saw her sitting by herself at the table closest to door, looking at her phone. He walked over to the table and stared down at her. She stood up quietly, avoiding his eyes and sauntered towards the door proudly. Halfway out the door she tripped over her own feet and fell into him, clinging on to his shirt to keep from falling. "Oops."

Deeks sighed and wrapped an arm around her waist, helping her walk out the door and nodding a 'thanks' to the bouncer. "Uh, how drunk are you?"

"I haven't drink too much, just too drive to drunk."

"Every single word in that sentence is wrong."

Kensi wrapped both arms around his waist, steadying herself as they walked. "I didn't pick anybody up."

"I'm sorry?"

"Everybody else picked somebody up. I was telling jokes, they were funny this time."

"Well that explains everything."

"This guy said I was hot, but boring. Am I boring?"

Deeks looked down at his inebriated partner's face. She was trying way too hard to look sad. "Boring, no. Uber-serious and impossible to read, yes."

Kensi stopped walking and pushed off of him, trying to stand on her own. "But you see through it."

"See through what?" he asked, placing his hands on his hips.

"My bullshit."

Deeks tilted his head up, looking at the sky. "It's kinda my job to read people, Kensi."

"Callen and Sam, they don't see it!" Kensi responded loudly.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder again, guiding her down the street towards his car. "Maybe they're just not looking."

"Ooooh, how philosophical of you, Professor Deeks. So you're saying that you are looking at me."

Deeks rolled his eyes at her. "I'm looking at a drunk idiot, that's what I'm looking at."

"Why doesn't anybody call you Marty?" she asked, slurring her words.

"People do call me Marty, you just don't call me Marty."

"Do you not like it because it rhymes with farty? Huh, Farty Marty?" she snorted.

"Classy," he repled dryly, pulling out his car keys. "Here's my ride, drunk princess."

She placed a hand on his arm to stop him from opening the door. "I just need a couple more minutes of fresh air I think," she said, leaning her back against his car.

He followed suit, leaning next to her. "Fine. I'd rather you not puke in my car anyway."

She rested her head against his shoulder. "I think I like you, Farty Marty."

"Well that's certainly new, must be all those buttery nipples talking."

"We almost died today," Kensi said bluntly.

"We almost die every day we go to work, Kensi."

"No really, there was a nuclear bomb. And Callen and Sam, they almost died twice. Twice in one day. Shit."

Deeks hesitated for a second, but chose to wrap his arm around her waist, resting his hand along the hem of her skinny jeans. "We roll the dice every day."

Kensi ran her hand across his chest slowly. "What would happen if we fucked?"

Deeks laughed. "Wow, you are really drunk."

"No really, I mean, the world could end tomorrow and it would never matter. Or tomorrow when we go to work I could get shot, or you could get shot, or we could both get shot, and then that's it."

"Yeah."

"So what would happen?"

"Honestly?" he looked down at her. She nodded. "Okay. I'd probably be the best sex you've ever had in your life." She giggled. "And then you wouldn't be able to concentrate at work around me anymore, and we'd fuck something up big-time and then I'd get shipped back to LAPD."

"You promise?"

Deeks rolled his eyes. "Wow, you really know the way to a man's heart." He rubbed her side with his thumb and rested his head atop hers. "It's a bad idea."

"So you're picking the job over me then? Can't say it's the first time it's happened."

"No Kensi, I'm putting you before me or the job. Trust me, tomorrow you're going to regret even having this conversation."

"I already do," she said sadly. "But thankfully I probably won't remember it."

Deeks chuckled and pushed away from the car with his foot, pulling his keys out again. "That's definitely a good thing. But unlucky for you, I will never forget it."