Kensi was seeing red. Literally.
This Walmart knock-off version of herself had just given her partner, HER Deeks, a way too friendly punch to the shoulder. "Hey partner," Walmart Kensi had said.
And before she could even say "oh hell no, whore," Kensi had jumped her, pummeling her fists into her kind of pretty face. Walmart Kensi returned fire, and soon Saks Fifth Avenue Kensi couldn't tell which blood was Equate brand and which was Chanel.
A pair of strong hands grabbed each woman by the collars of their shirts, yanking them apart like a pair of pitbulls fighting over the last turkey leg. Deeks shoved them to separate corners of the boatshed, glaring in disgust and a little bit of desire. Wrapping his hand around Kensi's arm, he pulled her into one of the interrogation rooms and slammed the door behind them.
"That was so fucking hot," he said, trapping her body between his lean frame and the flimsy wooden door. He kissed the crook of her neck roughly, sliding his hands down the curve of her waist to her firm thighs. "Oh Kensi," he moaned into her ear.
"Kensi."
"Kensi!"
Shaking her head in confusion, Kensi broke herself away from her daydream. "Huh?"
Deeks squinted his eyes at her in confusion. "This is Talia del Campo, with the DEA. We worked a case together while..." He trailed off, not wanting to reveal anything about her classified mission.
Talia extended her hand with a stiff smile. "Hi. Nice to put a face to the name."
Offering a weak smile in return. Kensi shook Talia's hand a little too firmly. "Yes. Nice to meet you, too."