Prompt: Loved your fic We Swear it's Not Real. Would you consider making it a multi-chapter? Would love to see an expansion from the beginning of their fake dating.

Kensi rubbed her hands over her thighs. She could do this; it would be easy. All she had to do was ask Deeks to be her fake boyfriend. No big deal.

She took a hesitant step towards the bullpen, her eyes zeroing in on Deeks' bent head. She studied his blonde mass of curls, her stomach squeezing sickeningly with nerves, and she nearly turned back around, stopping herself at the last second.

This exact process had gone on the past three days. Each morning, Kensi came in early, waited for Deeks to arrive, and then engineered a few moments when she could talk to him in private. And each day she'd chickened out before ever saying a word.

Squaring her shoulder, Kensi reminded herself that this was Deeks. She trusted him more than just about anyone, he owed her a favor, and more importantly, she was quickly running out of time.

"Morning Deeks," she greeted him, making a show like she'd just come in.

"Morning Kensalina." He stopped working long enough to flash her a short, yet genuine smile, then resumed writing what Kensi recognized as an LAPD form, even from a distance.

"You got a minute?"

"For my partner? Anytime," Deeks replied, tucking his pen behind his ear, and turning to give Kensi his full attention as she took Sam's chair.

Folding her hands together over her crossed knees, Kensi drew in a long, calming breath.

"Ok. So, you know my friend Kat is getting married—"

"You mean Kat of the much talked about show ponies and teal decor?"

"Yes. Anyway, um, so there's been a couple questions about my plus one, or lack of one," Kensi continued, chuckling nervously. "So, I was wondering if you would, um, consider taking on that role for me."

Deeks' face had slowly morphed from intrigued to confused as she spoke. Screwing up one side of his face, he slowly asked,

"Let me get this straight. You want me to be your date to a close friend's wedding?"

"Shhh!" Waving her hands in a hushing motion, Kensi looked over her shoulder, anticipating one of the team standing within in hearing distance. No one was there, but she lowered her voice all the same.

"No, I'm asking you to pretend to be my plus one," she corrected.

"Oh, my mistake, big difference," Deeks teased. Crossing his arms, he leaned back in his chair, mouth spreading in a delighted grin. "So, what exactly made you pick me? My dazzling social skills, my expertise on the dance floor?" He snapped his fingers. "Ooh, I've got it. You know how amazing I look in a tux."

"You know what, if you're just going to make fun of this, forget it." Kensi raised her hands, and pushed away from the desk. Before she could get up, Deeks tugged her back down.

"Woah, woah, woah, I'm just messing with you, Kens. I'm sorry."

Considering him a for a moment, Kensi decided that he seemed genuinely contrite, and rolled her chair back in place.

"I guess I'm a little on edge," she admitted. "All this wedding planning is more stressful than I anticipated. And as much as I love her, Kat is a total bridezilla." Deeks chuckled sympathetically as Kensi groaned, pressing her fingertips to her temples. "The woman seems to think that her wedding is the event of the century and needs to outdo Katherine and William's."

"Good thing she comes from money and her fiancé is rich," Deeks commented. He tapped her knee with the back of his hand. "What exactly would my duties be as your prospective plus-one?"

"Accompanying me to any major wedding events," Kensi told him. "Kat's calling it her wedding season, so there's sure to be more than your typical number of events." She tilted her head slyly. "And of course, you'd expertly play the part of the doting boyfriend so I don't have to deal with annoying questions, pitying looks, or, most importantly, getting set up with any of Kat's numerous cousins or single friends."

"That sounds pretty easy." Rubbing his bottom lip, Deeks considered her, any teasing absent from his expression. It made Kensi feel more uncomfortable than asking him to be her plus one. "Just one more question. Why me?"

Kensi dipped her head; that was a question she'd dreaded. Not because she thought Deeks would hold the information over her, but rather because it felt like it would be giving too much away. He deserved to know though, so she answered honestly.

"I trust you." She focused on slightly uneven spot on her jeans. "I trust you to pull me out of laser filled room, have my back when a bunch of goons with guns are firing at us, and," she paused. "I trust you with this."

What she left unsaid was that she trusted Deeks to guard her dignity and play his part without crossing any lines.

"Ok. I'll do it," Deeks agreed.

"What—you will?" Kensi blurted out in surprise.

"Yeah. Anything for my partner."