Prompt: I think you might have already done this, but can you write an AU one-shot where Deeks is still a lawyer, he and Kensi are married and Deeks meets the team?

A/N: I sort of approached this one in an interesting way.

"You know anything about this lawyer we're meeting?" Sam asked, frowning at they walked towards the boat shed.

"Nope. Hetty just said his name is Martin Deeks and that he had information we could use," Callen replied. Kensi pressed her lips together and forced herself to sound casual.

"I heard he's one of the best in LA," she said. Sam glanced down at her, one eyebrow raised.

"Where'd you hear that?"

"Uh, one of my friends used to work in his office," Kensi answered.

"Well, I doubt that, but I hope he's less annoying than the last one. I hate lawyers," Sam said.

As soon as they walked through the door, they found a blonde man reclining in one of the wooden chairs. He stood up, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves.

Kensi noticed Sam eyeing his perfectly tailored black suit before his gaze focused in on his hair, which curled slightly around his ears.

"Martin Deeks?"

"Yes, Sir," he answered with a friendly smile, offering. Sam his hand. After a second, he shook it and added, "But it's just Deeks."

"I'm Agent Hanna and this is Agent Hanna and Blye," Callen introduced them and Deeks shook their hands as well. He held onto Kensi's fingers for a few seconds longer than necessary before letting go.

"Nice to meet you." Deeks dipped his head in Kensi's direction. "Ma'am." She rolled her eyes and he winked before turning back to Sam and Callen. "So, uh, Hetty mentioned that I might be able to help you out with a case."

"We hope so. How exactly do you know Hetty?" Callen asked, suspicion rising in his voice. "She's never mentioned you before this."

"Oh, Hetty and I go way back." He smirked knowingly, which seemed to annoy Callen.

"Don't they have a dress code at your office?" Sam asked, seeming unable to help himself. Kensi would bet the mismatch between Deeks' suit and hair was confusing and mildly irritating for him.

"Probably," Deeks admitted with a shrug. "But I'm one of the founding members, so I can get away with breaking a few rules. Plus, my wife likes my hair like this."

"Are you sure about that?" Kensi questioned, giving him a skeptical look. He smirked again, eyes dancing as he stared at her. Kensi shook her head slightly, rolling her eyes.

"Can't keep her hands off me." Callen cleared his throat pointedly, breaking their staring contest.

"About the case," he reminded them, giving Kensi a look of disbelief, which she ignored. He directed Deeks to the table in the middle of the room and once they were settled, flipped open a folder, spreading out a series of pictures. "Mr. Deeks, do you know any of these men?"

Deeks considered the photos for a few seconds and then tapped three of them with the tip of a finger.

"This man is a client, the second is a…let's say a colleague of my client, and the third man I've only met in passing," he said.

"All three are suspected of involvement in arms trafficking, sale of stolen goods, and other crimes," Sam explained. "What do you know about that?"

"Well, obviously I can't share anything that my client discussed during out meetings. You know, Attorney-Client Privileges and all that."

"He's a criminal, Deeks," Sam reminded him, and Deeks nodded.

"I'm well aware of my client's business dealings, but my ethical duties prevent me from sharing that information and by law you can't compel me," Deeks said firmly. Callen made an exasperated sound and Kensi started to say something, but Deeks held up a finger. "Arron Kingsley, however, is not my client."

"Which means…"

"Anything Kingsley said in Deeks' presence, is not subject to the same consideration," Kensi explained, earning a pleased grin from Deeks.

"Exactly."

Callen gave her another odd look but didn't comment.

"You could have led with that."

"True, I just wanted to see if you'd try to pull rank on me," Deeks admitted easily. "Anyway, Kingsley talked about having a warehouse down in the shipping district. From the sound of his and my client's last conversation, he's planning on something big in the next few days."

"You wouldn't happen to have an exact location, would you?" Callen asked.

"I don't, but I'm supposed to have dinner with my client tonight and I might be able to get him chatting if he drinks enough."

"Good. Just be careful."

"Where's the fun in that?" Deeks joked with another smirk. He started to rise, once again straightening his jacket and sleeves. "If that's all today, I have a deposition in an hour."

"Just one more question," Sam said. "If you had this information, why didn't you alert the authorities earlier?" Deeks didn't seem offended by the question, but also wasn't cowed by Sam at all.

"I did. I told Hetty and she asked me to sit on it and maintain the relationship for as long as I could. My client trusts me, and by default, so do many of his colleagues and friends. I'm in a prime position to hear all kinds of things without even trying."

"Aren't you worried that someone will find out you spilled and seek revenge?"

"I'm sure Hetty would never put Deeks in that position," Kensi interceded.

"I think she's assuming you'll catch everyone involved before they have the chance to figure out I was the weak link," Deeks explained. "So, no pressure."

"Well, thank you for your time, Deeks," Callen said. "We'll get in touch if we need anything else."

"Uh, actually, can I speak with Agent Blye for a second?" Deeks requested. Callen and Sam shared a knowing look before leaving the room.

As soon as they were gone, Kensi reached out and grabbed Deeks' hand.

"Is everything ok? No one followed you, right?"

"I'm fine, Kens."

"I hate that you're involved in this," she sighed.

"It will be ok." He tipped her chin up, eyes soft as he gazed at her. "I'll be careful," he promised.

"You better be." She wished she could hug him, but they were already pushing things by holding hands.

"So, when are we going to tell everyone?" Deeks asked, likely trying to distract her. She ran her thumb over the gold band on his fourth finger, still bright and shiny.

"When this is over," she decided.

A/N: Soooo, this is almost certainly not what anon intended, but this is where my mind ran with it.