Prompt: Kensi finds out Twinkies are going out of business.
After grumbling about the fact that she has never kept a single shoe box in her life, Deeks methodically stacks Kensi's shoes in a medium sized cardboard box. "You're like an animal, you know that?"
"Not the first time you've told me that. Last time I think it was much more complimentary though," she responds, tossing some remote controls in the box.
"What what no, what the hell are you doing?" He pulls the remotes out and tosses them on her bed. "Shoes! Box of shoes!"
"But I need to pack them, they have to go somewhere."
"YOU need to go somewhere. God, you suck at packing," Deeks growls as he folds the now full box closed, tapes it shut, and labels it 'shoes-kind of slutty' with a fat black Sharpie.
Kensi makes a face at him and takes the box, stacking it in the living room with all the rest of her bedroom belongings while he continues to attempt to clean her closet out. Pushed to the back corner are several unopened and unmarked boxes. Sighing for probably the thousandth time that day, he starts pulling the boxes out. "Kens!"
"Yeah?"
"Unopened boxes in closet, what do I label them?"
Kensi returns to her bedroom with more empty boxes to fill. "Emergency supplies."
Deeks picks the box up and shakes it. "This is way too light for a decent emergency kit." He shakes it again, hearing a distinct rattling of plastic upon plastic. "It isn't. Is it? It isn't. It is, isn't it?"
"Shut up." Kensi throws a balled up pair of socks at him.
"Twinkies."
Kensi opens her mouth to defend herself, but closes it again silently.
"How many freaking Twinkies do you have in here?!"
"Enough to last a while," she answers weakly. "I may have panicked a little when I found out they were going out of business."
Deeks narrows his eyes with a smile. "There's more in other closets too, isn't there?"
Grinning sheepishly, Kensi nods and holds up eight fingers.
Snorting, Deeks shakes his head and pops the top off of his Sharpie, writing on the box of Twinkies - 'This is why I love you."