Prompt: Could you do a fic where Kilbride has a misunderstanding w/ DENSI when he walks in on Kensi hugging a shirtless Deeks? (Kilbride is unaware of a minor burn that Kensi just treated on Deeks)
A/N: So, I don't know if this was supposed to be humorous, but it's not. Also, I leaned heavily into Kilbride being cranky and authoritative. Take this with a grain of salt.
"Ah, careful," Deeks hissed, shying away from Kensi as she slid his shirt up his back. "I don't need to lose another layer of skin."
"Sorry," she said, smoothing her hand down his arm in apology. "Now stop moving." She tugged him towards her and resumed peeling the fabric away from his skin, moving more gingerly this time. When the shirt bunched around his shoulders, he helped tug it over his head.
Still, it dragged over the tender skin of his neck and upper back. Kensi made a soft sound; he wasn't even sure if she realized it. After a second, her fingers ghosted over one of the burns.
"How bad is it?" Deeks knew it couldn't be that severe since he wasn't dying of pain and there wasn't any of blood.
"There's no blistering, so I think it's still a first-degree burn. It's really swollen though and most of your upper back and got hit."
"Lucky me," Deeks muttered with a sigh. He rolled his head and then tensed in preparation. "Alright, do your worst."
"I'm glad you have such faith in my nursing skills," Kensi replied wryly. She grabbed a tube of lidocaine gel, cotton swabs, and a roll of gauze from the first aid kit she'd retrieved from her locker, then pushed him towards one of the locker room benches. "Sit down so I can reach."
A few moments after he sat down, Kensi smoothed a layer of balm over his left shoulder, the gel slightly warmed by her fingers. It stung at first and Deeks twitched a little at the increased burning.
"I can't believe you went back into a burning building," Kensi said a couple minutes later.
"We would have lost evidence if I didn't." He shrugged and immediately regretted. "Besides, I only got singed." Twisting his neck, he smirked at Kensi. She looked thoroughly unamused by his comment and used a finger against his cheek to turn his head so he was facing forward again.
"You are an idiot, My Love." Underneath the annoyance, he could hear the concern in her voice. "I'm almost done," she announced a minute later. "I don't think it needs to be bandaged after all. Thanks, Kens." He stood and kissed her cheek, grabbing for his shirt, but Kensi grasped his hands tugging him back towards her. She wound her arms around him, tucking her head in the spot between his shoulder and chin.
"I'm glad you're ok, Baby," she murmured, letting out a shuddery sigh. "I was really worried."
"I'm sorry," he said. Kissing her temple, he smoothed his hands down her sides, lowering his forehead to hers.
"Oh hell, not you two," a voice said behind them as the locker room door swung open with a slightly bang. Deeks lifted his head in time to see Admiral Kilbride stalk into the room, a look of distaste twitching at his lips.
Kensi hastily dropped her hands and tucked them behind her back.
"Sir, we were just coming out–"
"Save it," Kilbride snapped, cutting her off with a raised hand. His grimace had turned to a disappointed frown by now and he shook his head as he took in Deeks' bare torso.
"I knew this would be an issue sooner or later. I've never been a fan of couples working together and finding you two in here pawing at each other is no surprise."
Deeks felt heat flush through him even though he and Kensi hadn't been doing anything inappropriate. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kensi shift uncomfortably from her heels to the balls of her feet.
"God, I hate this office."
"Admiral, I realize what this might have looked like," Deeks said, taking a step forward as he quickly tugged his shirt back on. "But it wasn't like that. Kensi was just helping me."
Kilbride smirked, the expression anything but pleasant.
"Oh, I'm sure she was. Hetty and Miss Jones might have put up with your shenanigans and hippie ways, but I am not so lenient," he said, gaze drifting up to Deeks hair when he said hippie.
"Are you threatening us?" Kensi asked, sounding outraged.
"No, this is what I call a reprimand." He turned towards the door and added, "Agent Blye, Investigator Deeks, I expect you in my office. Once you're both fully dressed."
With that, he left. Deeks pressed his thumb and forefinger to his eyes and groaned.
"Crap. This isn't good, Kens."
"It'll be fine," she insisted. "We didn't do anything wrong."
Deeks hoped she was right, but he felt an ominous clenching in his stomach that said otherwise.
A/N: Uh, this got angstier than I intended.