Prompt: Can you do a fanfiction about the Densi are on protection detail for a high profile man, but he starts putting the moves on Kensi and maybe tries to take it a step too far, but Deeks comes to her defense.
A/N: This on took a bit of work since I don't think Kensi typically needs much defending.
"Agent Blye, did I mention I have a villa in Acapulco?"
"You did."
"You should visit sometime. The weather's beautiful and the food's out of this world."
"I don't get a lot of time off."
"Well, maybe you can make an exception. For me."
Deeks rolled his eyes, tuning out Kensi's reply. Damian Whitehead had been hitting on Kensi pretty much nonstop since they'd taken custody of him four days ago. Formerly a high-priced thief, Damian now was waiting to give testimony against several of his wealthy clients. In the meantime, he, Kensi, and Deeks were holed up in a hotel suite (part of Damian's requirements) until he was called to testify in three days.
The FBI was originally supposed to provide protection, but then asked NCIS to step in last minute. Deeks understood why approximately five minutes after meeting Damian. The man was more conceited and annoying than just about anyone Deeks had ever encountered. Oh, he could be charming, but he assumed the world revolves around him.
Figuring Kensi could use a break, Deeks popped his head into the small sitting room where Damian insisted on spending the majority of his time. Since Damian seemed less demanding in her presence, Kensi had taken on the role of his primary guard.
"Hey, how you guys doing?" Deeks asked, catching Kensi's eyes. She looked relieved by the intrusion.
"Fantastic," Damian answered, flashing Kensi a flirty smirk. He was sprawled out on an overstuffed chair, designer suit jacket carelessly tossed on the ground. With his perfectly styled black hair and too white teeth, he looked ready for a GQ shoot.
"Sweet. You know, I was thinking you might be getting a little antsy in here, Damian. You want to visit the gym? It should be pretty empty right now."
"Actually, I'm a little hungry. Are you hungry, Agent Blye?" Damian asked considerately.
"Eh, I can always eat," Kensi said with a shrug.
"Wonderful. There's a French restaurant about 20 minutes from here—"
"Yeah, I'm afraid the governments not going to spring for that," Deeks interrupted dryly. "Your choices are still Chipotle, pizza, or Subway."
"Ah, it was worth a try. Then what will it be, my dear?" He turned to Kensi expectantly.
"Yeah, we're definitely having Mexican," Deeks predicted, grinning when Kensi briefly glared at him.
"Hush."
"So you want your usual?"
"Yes, please. With extra guacamole," Kensi requested. Deeks then turned to Damian, who inclined his head towards Kensi.
"I'll have what the agent's having." Somehow, he managed to make the simple statement sound slightly dirty. Apparently Damian wasn't nearly as savvy as he thought, if he hadn't picked up that Deeks and Kensi were together by now. Or maybe he simply didn't care.
"Alrighty then, I'll be back soon," Deeks said, noticing that Damian only had eyes for Kensi as Deeks walked out the door.
Deeks got back to the hotel about 30 minutes later, a bag of burritos, chips, and drinks in one arm. The sitting room was unexpectedly empty when he walked in, but he heard the murmur of voices coming from the direction of the bedrooms.
As he started unpacking the food, Kensi's voice rose sharply.
"Mr. Whitehead, you need to move back," she said firmly, her tone dangerous. Deeks knew that voice. He was across the room without even thinking, reaching for the doorknob as Damian replied more quietly.
"Kensi, I can do things for you that can't even imagine. Clothes, food, cars. I can give you anything you want."
"This is your last warning: let me go," Kensi all but growled.
Deeks smacked the door open, his nostrils flaring as he took in the site before him. Damian had Kensi backed up against the dresser, one hand braced on the surface as the other cupped her jaw. Kensi glared back at him, her hand drawn back in a fist.
"I suggest you listen to her," Deeks drawled, casually leaning in the doorway. Damian, , but covered it well, not stepping back. "Cause you're two seconds away from needing a full-body cast."
"This doesn't concern you," Damian said pompously, though after a second look at Kensi, he eased back slightly. Kensi pushed him back, fury and disgust in her eyes.
Damian gave her a look of surprise, then turned to Deeks with a look of disdain.
"I knew you were jealous, Deeks, but I didn't realize you'd stoop this low. When are you going to face the truth that you're just not good enough for her?"
"First of all, you're a pompous idiot. Secondly, the truth is we're married, and I would never be jealous of someone like you." Damian's eyes widened almost comically at Deeks' revelation, gaze flitting back and forth like he couldn't believe it.
"You two are married?"
"Yep."
"Third, if you ever even think of laying a hand on me again, I will break your jaw. Or maybe your arm," Kensi added, moving to stand next to Deeks. Wordlessly, they took each other's hand.
"And I won't stop her," Deeks promised darkly.
"You can't threaten me," Damian protested, trying to laugh it off even as fear entered his eyes. It might have had something to do with the way Kensi was still glaring at him while casually clenching her fingers.
"No, but I can defend myself." Kensi gave him a pleasant smile that would have freaked Deeks out if it was directed his way. "You can still testify with a broken arm."
Damian swallowed visibly, fear evident in his eyes. Straightening his jacket, he muttered something under his breath, and shoved past them, sending Kensi a last glare before he swept.
"Well, I guess you lost a fan," Deeks commented. He glanced down at Kensi. "Are you ok?"
"Of course," she answered, rolling her eyes. "But thank you for stepping in because it probably would cause a lot of paperwork if I beat up our witness."
"Mm, well there's still time," Deeks commented darkly.
"Fortunately, I don't think he'll be trying anything else." Kensi patted his back. "C'mon, we've got three more days to make this guy absolutely miserable.
A/N: Not sure about the ending. I think Damian deserves worse than he got. I hope he doesn't seem too over-the-top.
