Prompt: Deeks saying "I've always wanted to be a fireman" and I'm now imagining AUs with Deeks as a fireman.
"Alright, Kensi we're going in with the captain, you find his second in command, Lieutenant Deeks," Callen told Kensi. She eyed the blackened and fire-decayed building ahead of them and decided not to complain.
"Ok, any idea where he is?"
"Parker said he's overseeing the clean up," Sam told her.
Kensi headed for two figures in heavy yellow jackets and hardhats, hauling a hose back to one of the trucks. As she got closer, she flashed her badge, calling out,
"Agent Kensi Blye, NCIS. I'm looking for Lieutenant Deeks!"
The firefighter to the far left, pointed across to the building where several people were helping with clearing with debris and talking with LAPD. He singled out a man who was helping cart a four by six towards a dumpster.
"Right there, ma'am. Good luck pinning him down."
Kensi sighed internally; of course she'd get saddled with someone difficult. Squaring her chin, she forced an expression of pleasant professionalism, and approached the Lieutenant.
He'd stripped off his protective jacket, so he only wore the standard black t-shirt, his red suspenders hanging loose around his hips, which gave and unobstructed view of his well-defined arms in action. As he came back from the dumpster, she stepped into his path, holding up her badge like a talisman.
"Lieutenant Deeks, I'm Special Agent Kensi Blye with NCIS. Your captain said you'd be able to answer some of my questions," she said.
"Nice to meet you, Agent Blye," he said, and oddly enough it sounded like he meant it. He tugged off one glove and offered her his hand, shaking her hand firmly. He hooked a hand over his shoulder. "You mind if I finish up here? Shouldn't take more than twenty minutes, then I'll answer all the questions you want."
Then he smiled.
"Sure," Kensi heard herself saying, gaze traveling between his crooked smile and stunningly blue eyes.
She stood back, watching the Lieutenant cart more debris away, give orders to his men, and intercept a persistent reporter. It was impressive to watch. Especially when he grabbed an ax and broke down a thick door, the muscles of his back flexing and bunching beneath his t-shirt.
When he finished, he walked back over, stopping in front of Kensi with one hip canter to the side.
"Alright, what can I do for you, Agent Blye?" he asked, taking his helmet off, revealing a head full of thick, curly blonde hair. He let out a groan of relief and swiped his arm over his forehead. "Gah. I always feel like my head's going to explode in those things."
"Right, um, what can you tell me about the fire?"
"It started in one of the offices and was definitely arson," Deeks replied without hesitation.
"You sound pretty certain about that," Kensi said.
He shrugged, smiling in a way that was ever so slightly forced. "I've been doing this for a while, Agent Blye. I know the signs, and I was all through that building. The arsonist used a liquid accelerant. They tried to hide it, but I found a slight doughnut pattern in the carpet."
There wasn't any arrogance in his voice, but enough confidence that Kensi instantly believed him.
"That's good to know. I'll be sure to mention that to my superiors. As you might know, this building contained confidential information. In your expert opinion, do you think this was a random act of arson, or goal-oriented."
"Given the proximity to the building's servers, the fire was likely started with the intent to destroy as much data and technology as possible," Deeks answered. He nodded, adding, "Of course, Captain Bates will have to officially confirm my assessment."
"Oh, so you do have limitations," Kensi teased, eliciting a wide grin from him that made crinkled the skin around his eyes. Looking slightly skyward, he shook his head, still smiling.
"Touché. Yes, not having the authority to sign off on reports is my biggest downfall, Agent Blye," he drawled.
"Kensi," she offered impulsively.
"Kensi," he repeated, drawing out her name in a way that made her want to shiver despite the full son beaming down on them. "Alright, Kensi, is there anything else I can help you with. As much as I'd like to talk to you all day, I can practically feel Riley getting antsy over there.
Kensi searched around for some other question she could ask to prolong the discussion, but came up empty. "No, that's it. Thank you for your time, Deeks."
"No problem." There was that smile again. Acting on another impulse, Kensi reached into her pocket and removed one of the seldom used business cards she always kept on hand.
"That's my number. You know, in case you think of any other details. Later on."
Deeks took it, eyes dancing with amusement. "Right. I might even need to schedule a special meeting with you."
"Anything for the job," Kensi added mischievously. Deeks winked, tucking her card in his pocket, and offered her a two-fingered salute before heading towards his crew.
A/N: I hope this was suitable. Kensi would totally be all over Deeks in fireman gear.