Post-ep for 6x09, Traitor.

"Okay, Mr. Know-it-All," Kensi says, leaning against her cold Cadillac. The California air feels like November for once, and suddenly she has a taste for turkey, stuffing, and cranberries. Pie too, pecan, like she had that Thanksgiving at Camp Lejune. Those were good memories. "If you know me so well, what am I craving right now?"

Deeks stands close in front of her, way too close probably. The Wonder Twins will be leaving the boatshed soon and she doesn't want to deal with the knowing looks from Nell. She has perfected Hetty's gorgon stare, and it's kind of annoying. A stare that's not as annoying as it used to be? That would be the one coming from her partner right now. Twisting his fingers in his belt loops, he rolls back on his heels. "Would this be a food craving, or a-"

"Food, Deeks."

"Damn," he says with a grin. "I'm going to go with more sea-urchin burger."

"Not even close." Kensi rolls her eyes. "If you knew everything, you would know that I eat real burgers with grease and cheese, and don't skimp on the bacon."

"I would never skimp on the bacon."

"But that's not the point," she sighs. "Remembering tiny details doesn't mean you know me, it means you have a good memory."

"That should win me some points, though, yeah?"

She grins. "It does." Deeks' fingers in his belt loops are awfully distracting, but she's trying not to stare (drool) at them. The drool could possibly be blamed on hunger and not on her mild obsession with his jeans. "I know you just as well as you know me. And I don't even have the advantage of having violated your privacy by reading your diary."

"I thought you said it was a journal."

"I write in a journal," she responds pointedly, and actually pokes him in his chest. "You write in a diary."

Deeks tilts his head, smiling slightly. "I like to keep track of all of my undercover identities. You never know when I might need one. Details, my dear, are the difference between life and death."

"Hmm," she nods. Serious Deeks is hot. Okay, all Deeks is hot, but there is something different about his serious side that sends shivers down her spine and tingles...well, everywhere. He really needs to quit fidgeting with his belt. He's been doing it all damn day.

"I know that you're cold," he murmurs, taking a step even closer to her.

Kensi's not even sure how he knows that, but he's right as usual. "I know that you're going to offer me your hoodie."

"I know you're going to say no." Deeks shakes his head. "So stubborn."

"But you still don't know what I-"

"Thanksgiving," he interrupts. "You want turkey, and gravy, and cranberry...sauce? Yeah sauce, the nasty kind that plops out of the can. That is what you're craving."

Kensi's mouth drops open in amazement. How the hell? But he hasn't won this argument yet. "Okay yes, you're right." His eyes light up the dark night. "But wait. I think I know something about you."

"Oh really? What's that?"

Yanking his belt loops, she closes the gap between their bodies completely. "You're not wearing underwear today."

He scoffs, slightly flustered. "I..."

Biting her bottom lip, she tugs on his jeans again. "And I love it."