Prompt: Can you write a fanfic about what if the team discovered Deeks was a cop before his and Sam's jail scene. Like what if Kensi and Deeks actually fought in the house, but during that exact moment, Beale finds out and drops the bomb on Kensi and Deeks and that leads to a whole new story. I hope you'll please consider it.


Kensi had never met anyone as infuriating as Jason Wyler in her life. From the moment he'd walked over from a punching bag in the MMA gym, he'd questioned her, smirked at her, and generally made a nuisance of himself. At the moment, he was impeding her ability to gather evidence. She almost hoped he turned out to be involved in Zuna's death so she could have the pleasure of arresting him.

"Or maybe you found what you were looking for before I got here," he proposed, not playing into Kensi's attempt to flirt. "Maybe you found some cash. Maybe you should empty those pockets." He stared her down, not moving any closer, and she didn't know if it was the intensity of his blue eyes or the implicit threat, but she felt a shiver move up her spine.

"Don't touch me," she warned, discreetly reaching for her gun tucked in her waistband.

"Then show me you didn't take anything of mine or Zuna's." He tilted his head to the side, challenging her with just a hint of a smirk playing at his lips, though his eyes remained tight and wary. She resisted the urge to move back.

"Or I could punch you in the face," she offered from between her teeth, not quite managing the light tone she'd intended. He fully grinned at that.

"You can try," he drawled. Kensi tensed, caught between kicking him somewhere that would be sure to shut him up or pulling her gun on him.

Her phone buzzing insistently in her pocket, and after a moment of consideration she answered, keeping an eye on Jason Wyler the entire time. He had moved back ever so slightly, still close, in her space.

"Let me guess, that's another boyfriend you sent dirty pictures to," Wyler said, tilting his head to the side in a way that made her want to snap back at him. She didn't know how he could joke and stare her down at the same time.

"It's my boss. Beale, this isn't a good time," she hissed as she held the phone to her ear. She was a little surprised that Wyler expected an explanation or an answer at all.

"Kensi, are you with Jason Wyler?" Eric asked, a note of tension in his voice that had her reaching for her gun again. Wyler watched her just as warily, his hand creeping behind his back too.

"Yes," she responded shortly.

"Ok, we were right, he's not actually Jason Wyler." She gripped the butt of her gun at Eric's confirmation. "He's an LAPD detective."

"Wait, can you repeat that?" She must have heard Eric wrong. There was no way the sketchy guy in front of her was a cop.

"He's an LAPD Detective named Marty Deeks. Hetty wants you to stand down immediately," Eric repeated, emphasizing the last part.

"Got it, thanks," she said distractedly, hanging up.

"That wasn't your boss, was it?" Wyler—Deeks asked.

"No, and you're not Jason Wyler. You're an LAPD Detective." His mouth dropped open slightly at her answer, then faster than she had thought possible, he had his gun aimed directly at her.

"Wait, stand down detective," she said slowly. Raising her hands above her waist, she resisted the instinct to attack. "I'm a federal agent with NCIS." She expected the usual question about the agency, but instead recognition crossed his face, and he relaxed ever so slightly.

"Let me see your badge," he requested, and Kensi retrieved her wallet from her other back pocket. He took it with his free hand, eyes roving over her picture and the accompanying information for several seconds.

Despite her annoyance at the situation, she couldn't help but approve of his caution. It would be stupid to take her at her word.

Apparently satisfied, he snapped the wallet closed and handed it back. "Special Agent Kensi Blye. I knew you didn't look like one of Danny's girls. Sorry about almost shooting you."

"Well, I almost kicked you, so I'd say we're even."

He snorted at that, his mouth quirking up in a half smirk.

"So, Kensi Blye, care to tell me why you're screwing up my undercover operation?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "I've been under for months."

"That's impressive. Unfortunately, my team has been tasked with investigating Daniel Zuna's death," Kensi explained. "I'm afraid that's going to take priority over whatever you're involved in."

"Yeah, that's not happening," Deeks said confidently. "Come on, my boss is going to wanna talk to your boss."

God, he was infuriating. Kensi had to fight against the inexplicable desire to smile as he headed for the door. She could tell he was going to be trouble.