Prompt: Can you please write a fanfic about Kensi and the Team spotting Deeks supposedly on a date and confront him, only to realize they just screwed up an LAPD undercover op and gets Deeks in big time. Obliviously can it be set back when it was still with the LAPD and before he and Kensi got together.
A/N: Hi anon, I've written similar stories to this before, but never with them completely ruining his cover. Sorry for the delay!
A/N: Shoutout to my guest reviewers, including Cheryl, Terrence!
"Oh my god, I shouldn't have eaten that last chicken wing," Kensi groaned, rubbing her stomach as she exited a bar with Sam and Callen. It was a new place they decided to try since one of their usuals was closed for repairs and the other had no empty tables.
"Yeah, it was definitely that and not the five fried mozzarella sticks and nachos you had before the wings," Callen commented wryly. Kensi paused long enough to glare at him.
They walked slowly, casually continuing a conversation from the bar. Sam and Michelle were trying to plan a birthday party for her mom. It was proving difficult since she never wanted presents and disliked most people's cooking outside her own.
"Maybe you can gift her a mini vacation instead," Kensi suggested.
"And hear all about how rude the staff was and the quality of food? No thanks."
"Well, if she doesn't want anything, maybe just don't do anything. Like with Hetty," Callen said, and Sam made an unimpressed sound.
"That's less helpful than your suggestion that I buy her tickets to an amusement park."
"Hey, it's like you don't want our advice," Callen told him facetiously.
Kensi grinned, imagining which inventive suggestions Deeks would have if he'd joined them. At least one would probably involve an offer for a deal on a strip club. Courtesy of his many friends in the business.
"Hey, isn't Deeks supposed to be on some big undercover assignment?" Sam asked, drawing Kensi out of her musings. She stopped alongside him, realizing they'd reached the slightly finer dining section of the street.
"Yeah, it involves a mob-like gang," she answered. "He said LAPD spent a couple months putting the operation into place. Why?"
"Well, his important undercover work looks a whole lot like a date." Sam nodded to a small cafe with outdoor seating off the side of the main structure. There were several people around the handful of tables, at the far corner, were Deeks and a blonde-haired woman.
"He told me he'd be busy for weeks," Kensi murmured, almost to herself. Lies aside, she couldn't quite articulate why it bothered her so much. Maybe it was the fact that Deeks had apparently brushed them—her—off for some unknown woman.
"Well, let's go say hello," Callen suggested.
"What? No, let's just leave," Kensi protested. She knew Deeks dated, but didn't need to see direct evidence of that fact.
"Oh, I bet his lady friend would love to hear a few stories about him." Callen shared a mischievous grin with Sam and she rolled her eyes, following after them.
As they approached, she could see Deeks talking animatedly, his hands gesticulating in relation to whatever he said, body inclined towards his date. His mouth split with the wide grin usually only saw when he found something particularly funny.
Kensi saw the exact moment he noticed them; his posture straightened, and he shook his head ever so slightly. Sam and Callen either didn't pick up on it, or more likely, didn't care.
"Hey Deeks, imagine finding you here," Callen explained loudly, stopping next to Deeks' table. This close, she could see the dismayed resignation in Deeks' eyes.
"We thought you were busy with work?" Sam added.
The woman turned in her seat, glancing between each of them and Deeks in curiosity. By the time she drifted back to him, he'd shifted from resignation back to an easygoing smile, though there was still a slight tightened around his eyes.
He really didn't want them there, Kensi realized.
"Jason, who is this? And why are they calling you Deeks?"
"They're just some old friends," Deeks assured her. "Deeks was a nickname in college."
"Oh, well, I'm Connie," she said a friendly enough smile. "It's nice to meet you. Jason's been pretty reticent about his friends." She gave him a fondly annoyed look.
"Maybe that's because he's afraid of what we'll share," Kensi joked, but with enough edge that it made Connie frown just a little. Deeks tilted her head, giving her a pleading look, which she decided to ignore.
"I'm sure it's all good," Connie decided, rallying nicely. "She reached across the table to squeeze Deeks' hand. "He's such a sweetheart."
"His stripper friends do love him," Kensi continued. She flashed Deeks a goading smile."
"Strippers." Connie's smile faltered.
"Oh yes, Onyx, Amber, what were the other names Deeks?"
"Fern, could I speak with you for a moment?" Deeks requested abruptly. He stood up, stopping to take a very uncertain and concerned Connie's hand. "I'll be right back. Don't eat all the breadsticks without me."
He didn't give Connie a chance to object. "Do not say anything else," Deeks muttered to Callen and Sam as he passed. After a moment, Kensi followed, only stopping when he reached the back of the next restaurant's parking lot.
"What the hell are you doing?" Deeks hissed, a blazing anger in his eyes that Kensi had rarely ever seen. It made her take a step back.
"Well, I—"
"Do you have any idea what you've just done?"
"Oh, please do not act like you have the moral high ground here," Kensi threw back, crossing her arms over her chest. "You blew us off for a date and now you're embarrassed you got caught." Even as she said it, it didn't sound right, but she couldn't come up with a better explanation.
Closing his eyes, Deeks pinched the bridge of his nose. He groaned quietly. "Kensi. I'm on assignment right now and you pretty much just obliterated my cover. Do you have any idea how long this took to set up. To find an in to the family?"
"She's part of your undercover operation?"
He nodded once. "Yep."
"Why didn't you say anything? Why did you lie?" Kensi asked, trying to reason through her growing guilt and horror.
"Because it's supposed to be confidential," he explained softly. He shook his head again, disappointment in his eyes. "And because I thought you'd trust me when I said I had work."
"Deeks, I am so, so sorry. If there's anything—"
"No forget it. I'm going to see if I can salvage this night with Connie. Maybe I can convince her you guys were drunk and have a horrible sense of humor." He waved her off with a heavy sigh.
"And if you can't?" Kensi asked, already knowing the likely answer.
"Then LAPD will probably scrap the operation," he answered dully. He started to walk off, but she grabbed her arm.
"Deeks, is there anything I can do?" she finally got out. "I feel horrible."
He paused, then answered, "Go home."
She watched him walk back across the lot, resisting the absurd urge to cry.
A/N: So there may be some slight OOC going on here. I was trying to make it different enough from my other stories like this. Hopefully it's alright.