A/N: Written for episode 4x17, Wanted and Countdown Day 9.
"Alright, Deeks, we have about 20 minutes to get this set up," Kensi said, handing him a bag that was surprisingly hefty. Behind him, Anatoli Kirkin sat on a cushioned chair, legs casually crossed, like they weren't currently staging his death. "Make sure he knows the plan. We can't screw this up."
"I think I can handle it," Deeks responded with just a touch of sarcasm in his voice. "Although, if you want to take over…" With the way Kirkin kept looking at him, he'd be fine with handing over this particular duty.
"Oh no, he is all yours," Kensi told him in an undertone. Raising her voice, she turned to Kirkin. "Mr. Kirkin, we're going to have you wear a device with fake blood for when your shot."
"Believe me, this will not be the first time I have worn a squib, Agent," Kirkin assured with an airy laugh. "When you live a life such as mine, sometimes there are…sticky situations."
"Yeah, I'm definitely not asking," Deeks muttered to know one in particular. Kirkin stood then, folding his hands in front of him in a way that would have seemed disarming if Deeks didn't know he was a dangerous arms dealer.
"So, will you or the Detective be applying this device?" His eyes flicked to Deeks, his gaze suggestive.
"Oh, this one is all on Deeks." Making a hasty retreat, Kensi whispered, "Good luck!" As she passed Deeks, ignoring his pleading look.
"And now it's just the two of us," Kirkin declared. "Lucky me."
"Yeah, fantastic." Deeks ran his hand through his hair and grabbed the bag. Kirkin watched his every move with great interest. When he'd woken up this morning, this was not how he'd imagined his day going.
"I noticed everyone calls you Deeks," Kirkin commented as Deeks brought over the blood packs. "Do you have a first name?"
"You know, this is supposed to be a business transaction, not speed dating," Deeks reminded him. And boy that was a poor choice of words based on the way Kirkin's face lit up. He turned coy then.
"Mm, yes, and I've been so cooperative so far. I'd hate for that to end over such a silly thing as a name."
"Fine." Glaring at him, Deeks reluctantly told him, "My first name is Martin. Marty. Now unbutton your shirt."
"Ooh, Marty, I like that," Kirkin sighed while he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
"Yeah, I kind of prefer just Deeks."
"Maaarty."
"Ok, Kirkin, I'm going to need you to stop drawling my name in such a creepy way. While you take of your shirt," he rambled. He shook his head a couple times. "Yeah, that's fine."
"You seem very nervous, Marty. You should calm down," Kirkin suggested. He held his arms out wide, once again revealing more than Deeks wanted to see of him. True to his word though, he seemed used to the process and fortunately, didn't interfere at all.
Once he was done, Deeks took a step back and started packing everything back up.
"Alright, you're set. So, in the bar, you're going to wait until Agent Hanna comes in. You'll give me a signal—"
"Yes, I have that all figured out," Kirkin interrupted. "When I'm ready, I'll wink at you and your undercover agent will shoot me."
"Pretty sure a wink isn't standard protocol," Deeks commented, pursing his lips.
"But it is so much more fun." Eyeing him again, Kirkin touched the cuff of Deeks' sleeve. "You look good in this, but I preferred you at the bathhouse. Though, I have always liked the idea of dating a bartender."
"And on that note, I will see you in the bar."
"I look forward to it, Marty."
Yeah, Kensi definitely wouldn't let him live this down for a long time.
A/N: I just couldn't resist the opportunity to bring Kirkin back for this countdown.