Prompt: Could you write a draft where the whole team is together, like hanging out at a bar at the end of a case or something, and Deeks and Kensi are being super sweet to each other and another member of the group (probably Callen) watches them and thinks about how wonderful it must be to have something like what they have?
"I still say that was a lucky shot," Sam insisted as Callen racked up the pool balls and Kensi and Deeks replaced their cues on the wall. "There was something on my cue." He glared at the offending stick.
"Uh-huh," Callen said, chuckling at his partner. "Pay up." He made a "gimme" gesture until Sam grudgingly reached into his pocket and pulled out a $50, slapping the bill into Callen's outstretched hand.
"You didn't seem to be having any problems with your cue when you beat me," Kensi pointed out.
"Yeah, that was before I switched with Deeks."
"Oh no, I am not getting in the middle of this argument," Deeks said with a chuckle as they settled back in at the two tables they'd pushed together to make one long one. He draped his arm over Kensi's shoulders, the gesture comfortable, like he'd done it several times, before he caught himself, and hastily shifted to the back of her chair instead.
Even then, Kensi leaned back a little, like she was searching out his touch.
"Ok, who's getting the next round?" Nell asked loudly. She'd decided to sit the last round of pool out with Eric in favor of spectating. Callen noticed she'd also taken the opportunity to finish off two more drinks in that time. Which meant she was even more energetic, and entertaining than usual.
Sam nudged his shoulder. "C'mon, spread around some of your ill-gotten winnings."
"It's ok, I got it," Deeks said before Callen could protest, reaching for his wallet. "I'm feeling generous tonight."
"Ooh, in that case, make mine a medium," Nell requested. "Sugar on the rim."
"You got it. Same for everyone else?"
He got a round of nods.
"I'll help you," Kensi offered, unnecessarily.
Callen watched approach the bar, practically on top of each other as Deeks gave the bartender their lengthy order. They were given a couple of beers almost immediately, then moved down the line to wait for the mixed drinks.
A few minutes later, Deeks leaned in closer to Kensi under the guise of grabbing the rest of the drinks. His hand rested low on her back for a moment, mouth close to her ear. Whatever he said must have been hilarious, because Kensi did that weird snort-cackle thing of hers. Or, they were so head-over-heels in love that she found everything he said funny.
They lingered at the bar for a couple extra minutes. If Callen hadn't already known they were together, he would certainly guess they were sleeping together at the very least after tonight.
"Ok, they were all out of that fancy beer you like," Deeks announced, setting a cold bottle in front of Sam. "So, you'll have to deal with good old Miller. Sam made a face at that, but took a drink anyway. "Beer for Callen, frozen peach and strawberry margaritas for the Wonder Twins (Kensi set two wide stemmed glasses at Nell and Eric's end of the table), and of course, only the best for my Ladybird."
Deeks presented Kensi with her favorite beer with a flourish. She rolled her eyes, but couldn't completely hide a pleased smile.
Callen wondered if they knew just how obvious they were. Sure, Deeks had always called Kensi nicknames, just as they'd always bantered, and been way more hands-on than most partners. The touching and names had shifted, taking on a distinctly more flirtatious tone in the last couple months.
They hadn't gone so far as to engage in full-blown PDAs in front of the team, thankfully. Though Nell had adamantly warned against anyone entering the burn room without knocking after an incident she refused to discuss.
"What are you smiling at?" Sam asked, interrupting Callen's musing.
He jutted his chin in Kensi and Deeks' direction; they were leaning into each other, Kensi giggling again.
"Mm. What are those two knuckleheads up to now?"
"Eh, the usual."
"Thinking they're being discreet, when I'm reality anyone within a mile radius can tell they're stupidly in love."
"Pretty much," Callen agreed.
"Idiots," Sam said fondly. He watched them too for a few moments, then sighed. "I just hope the fall out isn't too bad when they eventually crash and burn."
"You think it's inevitable?" The thought bothered him more than he liked to consider.
"This is a hard job, and they're passionate people. Mix the two together," Sam shrugged. "The odds aren't in their favor unfortunately."
"I hope they do," Callen said, drawing a surprised look from Sam. "Everyone deserves to be happy."
"Oh, when did you become Mr. Romance?"
"Easy now. I'm just saying, they seem happy, and I'd hate to see them go back to tension of before. Or worse."
"God, let's hope not," Sam groaned. "I think I'd end up shooting somebody."
Callen shook his head as Kensi, probably with the help of several drinks, threw caution to the wind, and kissed Deeks' cheek. Although Nell was right next to them, she was too busy teaching Eric some overly complicated looking card game, to notice.
"Of course, this all stays between you and me. Officially, I think it's a terrible idea," Callen stressed.
"Absolutely," Sam agreed, clinking the neck of his beer against Callen's. "Can't make it too easy on, 'em."