A/N: For today's prompt: Kensi and Deeks run into Polina and Brett. There a slight amount of mature content.

"Geez, I didn't expect this place to be this crowded," Deeks said, staring at the almost completely crowded floor of the bar they'd just entered.

"Well, it has only been open for a month," Kensi pointed out. Adopting a long suffering expression, Deeks asked,

"Can we not be trendy today and go to one of our other beloved and apparently unknown places? Or you know, the bar we happen to own?" Kensi rolled her eyes and bravely took a step forward.

"This place is supposed to have killer Bloody Marys, with appetizers. Pickles, onions, cheese sticks. That's the whole reason we came, remember?"

"I think I can live without the Bloody Mary. And aren't you the one who's always saying that fried food is-"

"Justin?" A high pitched voice interrupted Deeks and he turned instinctively, not because of the name but rather because said voice screeched right in his ear. "It is you! Justin and Melissa, I told Brett it was you."

Deeks looked down in confusion for a second and then turned to Kensi who wore a similar look of horror as they both recognized Polina Grafetta. She'd let her hair grow out to her mid-back and she looked a bit older, but it was definitely her.

She didn't seem to notice their less than ecstatic response and waved across the room, shouting,

"Brett, come here! It is Melissa and Justin." In the half minute that it took Brett to make his way over, Deeks glanced at Kensi again and desperately tried to think of what to do. Polina had already grabbed his upper arm and was leaning against him in a proprietary way.

"Well, I never expected to see you two again," Brett said, smiling at their apparent good fortune. "I thought we'd scared you off."

"It did seem like that didn't it," Kensi said between her teeth. Brett remained as blissfully ignorant to their discomfort as Polina and reached out to squeeze Kensi's shoulder.

"Melissa, you look better than ever." He reached for Deeks' hand and he automatically shook it. "And Justin, you look like you've been working out. Looking good."

"Uh, thanks. So um, what have you guys been up to?" Deeks asked which earned a horrified look from Kensi. Brett chuckled knowingly.

"Oh you know, work's been crazy. Never enough time for our hobbies," he said. Both he and Polina chuckled this time and he wrapped his arm around her waist. "If you know what I mean."

"That's so nice," Kensi said in an overly enthusiastic voice. "We were actually just-"

"Why don't you come sit at our table? Polina and I are always open to another couple joining us." Brett interrupted, lowering his voice as he said the last part. He squeezed Deeks' shoulder in an overly familiar and definitely uncomfortable way. The wink he added didn't help.

"We really-"

"Oh, but we insist."

"If I see so much as one handcuff, I am out of here," Kensi hissed between her teeth as they followed Brett and Polina to a four person table. Deeks nodded in agreement; he had no desire to reacquaint himself with the BDSM loving couple.

"So, what have you two been up to all these years?" Polina asked once there was a fresh round of drinks on the table. She directed the question to Deeks.

"Oh you know, just keeping busy. Moved a couple times," Deeks answered, trying recall if Justin had a job. Kensi kicked him under the table, but it was too late.

Both Polina and Brett's eyes lit up at the mention of moving.

"The neighborhood hasn't been the same since you left," Polina said with a tiny sigh.

"We were only housesitting for a few weeks and that was about 8 years ago," Kensi pointed out in a very non-Melissa like voice. Brett chuckled warmly and clasped Kensi's hands between his. She shifted back, looking like she'd like to jerk free.

"Melissa, some people leave a hole no matter how short a time you knew them. To be honest, we've never met anyone quite like you and Justin," Brett explained.

There was an awkward silence as Deeks searched around for something to say and Kensi took a long drink of her beer. The other couple didn't seemed bothered, watching them with unnerving attention. Their eagerness was almost palpable.

Polina leaned across the table, revealing a good amount of cleavage and ran the tip of her nail down Deeks' arm.

"You know, we'd still welcome you into our…"special room"," she murmured as Brett nodded gravely. Deeks let out a strangled laugh.

"That's incredibly kind of you but-"

"We've redecorated and upgraded so many things, you wouldn't even recognize the place," she continued hurriedly. "Just last week we bought a new sw-" Kensi's chair slid back from the table with a screech and she stood up quickly.

"I'm afraid I'm not feeling very well," she said tightly. "You know, morning sickness." Polina made a distressed sound and Brett started to reach for Kensi's hand again, but she had already grabbed her bag and jacket and turned away.

Deeks tried to think of something to say, but ended up just shrugging as Polina and Brett continued to look between him and Kensi's retreating form with distraught expressions. Giving a wave, he hastily followed after Kensi.

He found Kensi waiting outside with her arms crossed over her chest.

"They give me the creeps," she informed him, pointing in the direction of the bar.

"Well, somehow I think they got the message that we're not interested," Deeks said wryly.

"I hope so." She shivered, her nose scrunched in distaste as they started walking to his truck.

"You know, I seem to remember after our last encounter with Brett and Polina, you started telling me about a very special, Kensi Private Time, but you never got to finish," he reminded her, raising his brows lasciviously when Kensi turned to glare at him.

"And you aren't hearing the end of it now," she said, rolling her eyes at him. Then apparently reconsidering, she added, "Unless you make me the best Blood Mary I've ever had. I never got my cheese sticks and I am very hungry."

"Deal," he agreed immediately.