A/N: This lovely story idea came via the equally lovely mashmaiden. Written for Densimber day 3 prompt: Kensi and Deeks go on a fake date. This story takes place early on in season 2 or 3.

"Dammit," Kensi hissed, staring down at her phone with an unexpectedly angry expression.

"Everything ok?" Deeks asked, leaning towards her to get a glimpse of her phone. He saw the words "great" and "hope" before she angled it away from him.

"Stop it! And I'm fine."

"You don't look fine. Actually, you look like you're about to do that thing where you fire large quantities of bullets into paper groins." Groaning, Kensi set her phone screen-side down, and pressed both hands to her face.

"Deeks, I really do not need a running commentary right now. Some peace and quiet would be really nice," she said. Deeks considered her suggestion for approximately five seconds.

"Or, you could just tell me what's got you so pissed off and save us both a lot of time and trouble. Cause you know I can totally wear you down until you tell me anyway."

"Right, so you can tease me about it for the next month?" Deeks instantly put a hand over his heart, reminiscent of a scout salute.

"I swear that no matter how bad it is, I will not make fun of you," he promised.

"You were never a scout."

"It still stands." He nudged her shoulder; he could see Kensi was beginning to waver a little "I mean, how bad could it possibly be?"

"It's extremely embarrassing," she said, her cheeks flushing a little. That was intriguing. Deeks sat up a little straighter and glanced around the room before he whispered,

"You didn't like send someone naked pictures or something, did you?" Kensi made a face.

"Ew, why would you even say that, Deeks? That's so gross!"

"I don't know, you said it was really embarrassing."

"It's embarrassing because..." Kensi paused, pressed her lips together, and then started over again. "Ok, so I've been taking this kick boxing class for a few months. There's another woman in the class, Janelle, who I always partner up with. Last week, she asked me if I wanted to go for drinks."

"Oh, I see where this is going," Deeks interrupted. "You drank a little too much, got in some trouble, and now you need legal advice. Which I am very happy to provide." He'd only ever seen Kensi tipsy a couple times and never anywhere close to drunk, but he imagined it would be extremely amusing.

"No!" Kensi said, looking offended. "We didn't get drunk. Just listen, ok?" she sighed again. "Janelle is very friendly and always tells me all about her job and life and friends, so of course I had to share something with her too. So I told her I was a paralegal, had two dogs, and that I'm dating a lawyer."

Deeks ran through Kensi's alias, spotting a few weak spots, but nothing too crazy. It was actually helpful that she'd left it fairly vague. The fewer details Janelle could pick apart, the better. Obviously she'd need some help with the legal portion, which he was sure he could manage with a few hours of prep.

"Ok, that doesn't sound so bad. I'm not seeing where the problem is."

"That's not the embarrassing part," Kensi said, her blush returning in full force. She angled her head away from him, mumbling something under her breath.

"I didn't quite catch that."

"I said you were my boyfriend," she said more loudly, almost shouting. Deeks blinked for a minute and slowly repeated.

"You told her..."

"That you were my boyfriend. Look, she was pressing me for a photo and I panicked and said I didn't have any so I mentioned you."

"Reeeally?" he said with a wide grin, quickly getting over his initial surprise. Kensi gave him a disgusted look.

"Oh shut up. You were the first person I thought of." Deeks pressed his lips together to resist the plethora of jokes that rushed to his mind.

"Ok, moving past the very interesting revelation that of all the men you know, I came to mind, I'm guessing Janelle wants to meet me."

"She wants to have a double date," Kensi confirmed, now sounding thoroughly miserable. "I tried to get out of it, but she kept pushing and then I think she started to get offended."

"So you told her yes and now you need me to pretend to be your mysterious boyfriend," Deeks finished, crossing his arms as he stared at Kensi. It was pretty adorable to see her so flustered. Glaring at him, she smacked her laptop shut, and pushed her chair back from her desk.

"Never mind, forget I said anything. I'm going to the gym."

She started to stalk away, but Deeks grabbed her hand, tugging her back before she could get too far away.

"Woah, hang on a second."

Her eyes dropped to his fingers, a little menacingly, and he immediately snatched them back. Now, when she was feeling self-conscious and on edge, was not the time to push too hard.

"If all you're going to do is make fun of me, than I'd rather just tell Janelle the truth," Kensi said. It would probably be the smart thing to do, but there was no way he was passing up the chance to play her boyfriend.

"I promise, I won't make fun of you," he assured her. Kensi raised her eyebrow and he clarified, "On the date. I won't make fun of you on the date."

"So you're willing to help me out by going on this date with the full knowledge that there will be no touching outside of hand-holding, we will most definitely not be kissing, and you are absolutely forbidden to call me any of your ridiculous nicknames?" Kensi asked skeptically.

Deeks had expected as much, though he was a little disappointed that Kensi was so adamant about the hands-off part. Still, she was his partner and he wasn't going to leave her hanging. That didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself at least a little bit.

"I am." Kensi's mouth dropped open a little and then she wrapped her arms around, engulfing him in her intriguing scent of gun powder and something he associated with sunshine and warmth. He tentatively wrapped his arms around her torso, keeping his hands firmly placed on her back.

"Oh my god, thank you so much Deeks!" Kensi said gratefully, pulling back. "I will make this up to you." She grabbed her phone and started typing something.

"You're welcome. I just have one stipulation. Well, technically two," he said. Kensi's face fell and she regarded him with suspicious once more.

"Just tell me what you want," she said flatly.

"It's nothing terrible. Geez, you'd think I'm some kind of pervert. Don't answer that."

"What's the damn stipulation?"

"One, you have to call me honey at least twice during the night," he started, holding up a finger. "And two, I get to dazzle them with my legal knowledge." Kensi rolled her eyes, but agreed with a quick nod of her head.

"Fine. Just don't get too crazy about it," she told him, finishing her text. A minute later her phone buzzed and she added, "Ok, we're meeting Janelle and her boyfriend for drinks at 7 this Saturday."

"Sounds like a date, my sweet Kensalina," he drawled.