Prompt: Please Don't Do This. AU.

It was only 9:30 in the morning, and it was already turning into a spectacularly shitty day.

First, there was a power surge in her building and she lost electricity. Then of course she overslept, because apparently she still thinks it's the 90s and has a plug-in alarm clock. And unlike her old apartment in Norfolk that was primarily gas-powered, her new apartment is all electric. That cold shower was just what she needed to fix her morning troubles. Not.

So now she was running late for the first day of her new assignment at the Office of Special Projects. This was what she had been trying to achieve, the ultimate goal in her career at NCIS. Getting away from the east coast and all of her bad memories there was like starting anew, with the chance to meet all new people in LA that thankfully knew nothing about her. She was lucky enough to be chosen to fill an empty seat there and she wasn't even 30 years old yet...well, that is, she's lucky enough if the small, super scary woman in charge doesn't fire her for being late on her first day.

Speaking of being late. "Move, asshole!" Kensi yelled at innocent drivers as she wove in and out of the heavy LA traffic in her old, beat up Honda Accord. She hoped she would be given a nice car to drive as part of her new assignment, something fast and sleek. Like a Mustang or Challenger, that would be awesome. Honking her horn, she rudely scowled at an elderly couple. "Old people and Cadillacs should not be allowed on the Freeway," she growled.

Blue lights in the rearview mirror suddenly caught her eye, and she began to panic and pray to the gods of traffic cops. "No no no. Please don't do this, get the old people driving 15 miles per hour under the speed limit, please..." But the black and white Crown Victoria was riding her tail and nobody else's. Dammit.

Pulling over on the right shoulder of the road, she started rifling through the disaster known as her glove compartment. Okay truthfully, her whole car was a disaster. If possible, it might have been even messier than her apartment. She found her necessary information and had a brilliant idea - she could just show the cop her badge and he'd let her go, right? He'd have to. But where the hell was her badge? And holy shit, where the hell was her gun? Oh God, she was definitely getting fired today.

Tap tap.

Kensi gritted her teeth and forced a smile before turning to face the officer at her window. You can get out of this without your badge, she thought. Just channel your inner Rachel Green and flirt your way out of it. As she cranked her window down, she took in the young policeman to her left. He was pretty attractive, actually. Tall and tan, with a slight blond stubble like he'd forgotten to shave that morning. Aviator sunglasses hid his eyes, but she imagined them to be ocean blue. Welcome back to California, Kensi Marie Blye.

"License, registration, and insurance," he requested grumpily. He seemed just as thrilled to be pulling her over as she was about it.

She handed them over and rested her cheek on her hand with a smile. "Sure thing, Officer..." She squinted at his name tag in the morning sun. "Dicks."

He tilted his head, and Kensi's eyes widened in horror. Fuck, she was going to get fired and arrested today. Rachel would be so ashamed. Even Ross did better than this. "I'm sorry, I meant-"

"Deeks," he interrupted sourly. "And it's Detective, not Officer."

Scrunching her nose, she checked out his dress blues suspiciously. "Why would a detective be making traffic stops?" Wow, she just couldn't stop herself from digging her grave even deeper.

Detective Deeks slowly raised a hand to his sunglasses and pulled them down to the tip of his nose. As she suspected, he had ocean blue eyes. Damn. "Really?" He asked, deadpan.

"I'm just saying-"

"If you really must know," he said, pushing his glasses back up his nose. "A stomach virus swept through Patrol. The newest promotees were relegated to fill in as needed. Virginia drivers license?"

"Yes," she nodded. "I just moved here. For work. It's my first day, and I'm running late."

"Uh huh." The detective peered in the front seat briefly, and then inspected the backseat. "What kind of work do you do, Miss..." He looked closely at her license. "Blah."

"Blye," she bristled as he smirked. "And I'm an..." Kensi paused, realizing that maybe she shouldn't say "NCIS Special Agent" without proper identification in her hand. She had to learn how to pretend to be somebody else now, anyway. "Model," she finished, and immediately regretted it. Dumbass, she thought. Was there absolutely nothing in her mind that started with a vowel sound? Actress? Entrepreneur? Idiot?

"An model? Is that proper East Coast English?"

"A model," she corrected herself. At the rate this conversation was going, she might end up having to model in order to make ends meet after she gets fired.

"Yes, well I'm sure you'll be very successful soon and you won't have to live in your car anymore." He pointed to the pile of miscellaneous junk in her backseat.

"Ha ha," she fake laughed, and he finally smiled brightly at her. Holy smokes, he was gorgeous.

He handed her ID and paperwork back to her without taking them to his squad car to run a check on her records. She tilted her head curiously, but he simply tapped his hand on the roof of her car. "Just be careful and slow it down, okay, Agent Blye?"

"I will." She sighed in relief before realizing how he'd addressed her. "Wait, how did you know-"

"Your Sig and badge are sitting on a pile of crap in your backseat." His cheeks crinkled, almost like he winked at her. "Good luck with your new job."

Turning his back to her, he headed back to his Crown Victoria. Kensi twisted her head out of the window and shouted to him. "Thanks, Detective Deeks!"

She couldn't hear it, but she read his lips as he said "Anytime" and slid into his car. Closing her eyes, she tried to get her mind back in order again before driving off. Things were finally starting to work in her favor today, and she approached her drive to work with a new and positive outlook.

Maybe, hopefully, her terrifyingly tiny new boss wouldn't fire her today after all.