A/N: Here's another prompt suggested by mashmaiden.
8. "I just wanted an easy day with my boyfriend/girlfriend. Is that too much to ask?"
"This sucks," Deeks grumbled. He popped a slightly stale piece of popcorn in his mouth and chewed discontentedly. He nudged Kensi's shoulder, offering her the tiny bag, but she shook her head.
He shifted on his hard chair metal chair, watching as a pair of cops led an exceedingly drunk and belligerent man past them. The precinct waiting room was packed with a combination of witnesses, people waiting to report crimes, and those waiting judgment for lesser traffic stops.
"You know, if we'd just stayed in, we would be finishing dinner," Deeks mentioned, twisting his head to catch Kensi's eye. She sat with one knee raised to brace her chin, and turned long enough to show one of her eyes rolling.
"Yes, I know. You've only brought it up like 10 times already," she said with forced calm.
"Yeah, cause when I said, "do you really think it's a good idea to go out on full moon?", you called me superstitious and overdramatic. I just wanted an easy night with my girlfriend. Is that too much to ask?"
Kensi groaned and straightened up. "You showed me an entire list of urban legends related to the full moon. And how was I supposed to predict we'd witness a crime during our date?"
"Kens, we caught a guy trying to steal two parrots, a turtle, and a cat all while wearing a Wookie costume. That is classic behavior for this day," Deeks reminded her. "You know crime, especially weird crime, increases every full moon."
"Babe, I'm tired, I'm starving, and my head hurts. Can we please stop discussing this?" she begged, giving him a pleading look.
Deeks instantly felt bad about nagging her. He'd mostly been messing with her—he was a tiny bit annoyed—so he dropped.
"Ok, I'm sorry. Do you want me to get you a Twix from the vending machine?" he offered.
"That would be nice." As he got up, Kensi grabbed his hand and kissed it softly. "Thanks."
There was a small line, and the selection was slim. About five minutes later, he headed back to Kensi with a handful of snacks.
"Hey Kens, they didn't have any Twix, so I got you a—"
Deeks was cut off by a shout of warning, and then several things happened in quick succession. A large man, who looked like he'd come straight from the moments, barreled into the waiting room, making a beeline for the hallway Deeks had just come from. One of the officers behind the front desk hurried out to intercept him, and the mountain man swung. Unfortunately, his aim was way off, probably thanks to whatever elicit substance he was on, and his fist slammed into the side of Deeks' head.
He heard Kensi shout his name as staggered and slid down the nearby wall, his vision winking out for a few seconds. When he could see again, Kensi knelt in front of him, her body blocking out his view of the melee going on around them.
"Baby, are you ok?" she asked, brushing back a handful of hair to check his temple. He nodded, even though it made his head throb. She helped him stand, checking to make sure he wouldn't fall over again. "You were right." Deeks frowned and she added, "We should have stayed at home."
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this slightly lighter fic with a tiny dash of whump.