"Ow! Kensi!"
"Stop it!"
"Stop what exactly?"
"You know fine well what," came the vehemently hissed reply.
"I was asleep. Deeply asleep, if you must know so I don't know what you're talking about."
"Shut up!"
"I'm not making any noise unless you count breathing and sorry to tell you but I can't stop doing that."
"You're snoring."
Deeks blinked at her confusedly before replying defensively, "Am not. I don't snore."
"You are, so you do."
"I do not."
"Do."
"Don't."
"Do."
Kensi and Deeks had propped themselves up on their elbows to glare at each other across their shared bed for their stalemate. Because, as usual, they were sharing a bed. It was almost becoming more normal to share a bed than not. Deeks was rubbing his shin, pouting at an annoyed Kensi. There was a red mark there.
"Why did you kick me?" Deeks demanded in an affronted tone.
Kensi rolled her eyes and sat up to make crossing her arms more effective. It worked, even with sleep mussed hair and sand in her eyes she looked intimidating. Adorably so, but Deeks thought it probably wasn't in his best interests to point that out.
"Because you were snoring."
"And your automatic response was to kick me? That hurts. Do you have metal in your foot or something? A bionic foot?"
"Baby," Kensi replied poking him in a bruise he got from an earlier scuffle. "And I resorted to kicking you, for your information."
"And that's different, how?"
"It means I tried calling you and poking you first before I resorted to the kick."
Deeks frowned and pouted as he muttered, "I didn't hear or feel any of that."
He wasn't convinced she wasn't exaggerating.
"Obviously."
"I suppose I should be glad that you didn't shove me out of the bed," he thought out loud. "That would definitely hurt more."
"Don't tempt me."
That got his mouth snapping shut. She would definitely make good on that and sounded irritable. Kensi really didn't deal well with interrupted sleep and he had just remembered that she kept her gun close at hand when they had to stay over somewhere. Best to stay quiet.
"Well, say I do snore-" Deeks began after a few beats of silence, unable to leave the situation alone.
"Which you do," Kensi interrupted.
He glared at her pointedly before continuing, "If I was snoring that means something has to be wrong with me."
"Oh, there's something wrong with you."
"I'm serious," he told her earnestly.
"OK then, how did you come to that conclusion?" she asked exasperatedly, prepared for something ridiculous to come out of his mouth.
"I don't snore, you know I don't snore. We've shared a bed how many times?"
"About a dozen?" Kensi answered questioningly, raising am eyebrow.
"Exactly, probably more, loads and this is the first time I've heard you complain about me snoring. Being a pillow hog, sure. But not snoring."
"So?" Kensi asked impatiently.
"I told you somethings wrong with me!" he replied indignantly. "Maybe I'm coming down with something or I have an infection or-"
"Maybe you swallowed a frog," Kensi teased in a dry tone to probe how ridiculous he was being.
"I'm serious Kensi. I don't snore. Maybe I have a fever, do I have a fever?" Deeks asked, leaning over to her wanting her to feel his head.
Kensi pushed him away.
"You are such a hypochondriac. You're being ridiculous," Kensi informed him.
"Check," he demanded, ignoring her accusation.
Kensi held the back of her hand to his forehead, knowing he really wouldn't leave her alone unless she played along and she wanted to get back to sleep tonight if possible. He was fine. No sweat or heat was emanating from him and she told him so. Instead of being relieved he just frowned at her.
"I should probably check with a thermometer. Your hands are always freakishly warm so you probably can't check someone for a fever. Does this hotel bathroom have a thermometer in there?" He rambled, peeling the covers from him and swigging his legs it of bed. Kensi grabbed him and tugged him back.
"Don't be ridiculous. You're fine and coherent-"
"But-"
"Do you feel sick," she asked him.
"I suppose not," Deeks replied slowly.
"There you go. You're fine. It's probably because of the way you're lying or something. Get back to bed."
He smirked at her.
"Trying to get me into bed with you?" he teased. "You could have just said."
"Don't make me rethink shoving you out," she threatened and pointed at his side. "Bed."
"Yes ma'am," he replied smartly and did as he was told, pulling the covers up to his chin. "See?"
Kensi shoved him lightly and snuggled back down as well. She'd never admit it but he made sleeping on a lumpy cheap hotel's mattress a lot more pleasant. His presence was comforting. Her eyes fluttered shut and her body curled up as she began to drift back to sleep.
"Ssnrrrrrhhhhkkkhhkk!"
Her foot flexed without warning. It satisfyingly hit its target area quite firmly
"Ow! I was just kidding this time!"