A/N: Densimber Day 10.

"Thank you so much, Miss Hart. We appreciate you taking the time to talk to us," Deeks said, offering a smile to the waitress he and Kensi had just finished interviewing. The woman's cheeks flushed slightly under her gaze, and Kensi barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. His effect' on women was simultaneously impressive and annoying. "If you think of anything else, feel free to give us a call."

"Sure, of course," she said, nodding as she accepted the business card Deeks handed her. She took it like he'd offered her a fine piece of jewelry and not a piece of card stock with the NCIS hotline number.

The turned to go, getting a few yards away when Miss Hart called out "Detective!"

Deeks looked over his shoulder, shrugging at Kensi before he jogged back over. When he reached her, Miss Hart took Deeks' elbow, turning him so he was slightly facing away. Kensi's mouth dropped open at the woman's audacity.

As she watched, Deeks dipped his head as the waitress stretched up on her toes to whisper something in his ear. Based on Deeks' shift in posture, Kensi guessed it was something obscene. Then, she held out a square of paper, her expression clearly sly, even from a distance. After a moment of hesitation, Deeks took the paper, nodding a couple times before he headed back towards Kensi.

Kensi waited for him, arms folded over her chest. Once he was within a foot or two, she started walking, clenching her jaw to avoid saying one of a dozen nasty comments.

"So, it sounds like Evans got mixed up with a gang trying to make extra money, and got in over his head," Deeks said as they headed back to the SUV. "The question is, was it friendly fire or one of their enemies."

Kensi said nothing, for both their sakes. She didn't need to embarrass herself, or unload her own ridiculous feelings onto him.

"Ok, what did I do wrong?" he asked after a few second, because he was always too perceptive of her moods for his own good. "You got that whole," he waved his hand, "I'm mad but pretending that I'm not look."

"I'm not mad," Kensi insisted. "I don't think it's very professional to flirt on the job. Although, I suppose she was pretty. In a little sister kind of way."

"Wait, are you jealous? Of her?" Deeks sounded completely surprised, which somehow made it worse.

"Of course not. I did think you were beyond picking up witnesses' phone numbers," Kensi replied haughtily to cover just how much it did bug her.

"Actually, she gave me her number, unprompted," Deeks corrected. "And, you can have it." He reached into his pocket, coming out with a crumpled piece of paper. "Here."

Kensi held out her hand without thinking, the little ball of paper dropping into her palm. She stared at it in quiet bemusement.

"See, no reason to be upset." He crossed his arms, one leg extended to the side, an eyebrow raised expectantly.

"I was not upset." They'd reached the SUV now, but hadn't made any move to get in.

"Sure." He smirked, shaking his head slightly. He looked frustrated, which Kensi hadn't expected. "When you figure out what you're feeling, let me know. Otherwise, don't get mad when someone flirts with me."

Kensi stayed still, dumbfounded by his blatant acknowledgment of the topic they silently agreed not to discuss and the annoyance in his tone.

He moved towards the passenger side of the SUV, in front and added, "And just for the record, I haven't been getting anyone's number for a while now."

Kensi stared after him, caught between wanting to prove him wrong and finally spit out the truth. In the end, she got in the driver's seat and said nothing.