A/N: This takes places in the semi-near future. For Densimber Day 5 prompt: Kensi or Deeks as a teacher. This fic represents what happens when my mind runs wild with an idea.
"Hey, can I call you back in about an hour and a half?" Deeks asked as he jogged down a flight of stairs to the third floor. "I have office hours starting in a few minutes."
"Sure. Good luck with the gremlins," Kensi answered. He rolled his eyes, nodding to a passing professor.
"Kens, they're in their 20's. You have to stop calling my students things like gremlins and children."
He walked into the small office where he spent his time when he wasn't teaching Contract Law to thirty or so L1 students. He dropped his bag by the desk, and slipped his jacket off, rolling his sleeves up a few times so he wouldn't end up getting ink or chalk on the fabric. His dry cleaning bills had definitely increased since he started wearing dress shirts and ties again.
A little less than a year before, when he'd be aimlessly looking for a job, one of his former classmates had suggested teaching until he found something more permanent. Deeks had balked at the idea initially, but eventually given when it became clear that he needed to work and his other options were unavailable.
He'd never anticipated how much he would enjoy it. Now he taught three classes throughout the week at Loyola Law School as an adjunct professor. It was strangely satisfying to have a hand in teaching the next batch of lawyers.
"All I'm saying is that they look a lot younger that I did at that age." Deeks snorted at Kensi's completely inaccurate observation as he wrote a few notes on the blackboard that took up most of the back wall.
"You were just a baby when I met you," he teased.
"Yet you still married me," Kensi pointed out.
"Ooh, touché." He heard a noise behind him and glanced over his shoulder. "Oops, gotta go. See you at dinner." Deeks hung up, turning around completely to face one of his students, Mallory Baten.
She was lingering in the doorway and if Deeks didn't know better, he would have thought she was hesitating. But that didn't align with the young woman he knew. Mallory was one of the most outspoken and confident students in the class. She also had a biting sense of humor that Deeks found hilarious.
"Hey Mallory, what can I do for you?" he asked, gesturing for her to take a seat. Again she hesitated a little before pulling up one of the metal chairs situated opposite his desk.
"I had a few questions about Monday's lecture, Mr. Deeks," she said, pulling out a thick, color coded binder. The sight of it always reminded him of his own college experience and made him slightly nauseous. He did not miss the stress of studying and exams.
Deeks dragged his chair over with his foot and sat down with his forearms braced against the back, waiting for her to continue.
Brushing her light blond hair back from her neck, Mallory flipped to a page from the last class notes. Deeks instantly recognized her small, neat handwriting covering the majority of the paper.
"So, I was rereading the section on unjust enrichment and I wondered if you could clarify the concept. The text book had some examples, but I thought it was a little lacking," she said, pointing to her notes.
Deeks tilted his head, quickly scanned her notes and nodded. It was a fairly simple concept, but Mallory tended to be exceedingly thorough. She was one of five or six students who regularly attended his office hours.
"Ok, so unjust enrichment essentially says that if I provide you with a service or product, I deserve compensation. Even if you end a contract early or have an issue with how I provided the service, you still need to provide compensation for those services or produces you received," he explained.
"Even if the services or products weren't satisfactory?" she asked, writing something in the corner of the page.
"Well, that would fall under a different part of contract law and would be considered a breach of contract. Assuming there was a legitimate contract to begin with. Does that answer your question?"
"Yes, it does, Mr. Deeks."
"Awesome, I'll see you on Wednesday," Deeks said, grabbing a stack of homework assignments that needed grading from the end of his desk while Mallory packed up her binder.
"Actually, I have one more question," Mallory said. He glanced up, mildly surprised to find her standing over her desk. "Do you want to have dinner with me tonight?"
Deeks froze, sure he'd heard her wrong.
"Do I-what are you asking me?"
"I'm asking you to go out to dinner. On a date." Her cheeks were a little flushed, but her gaze didn't waver.
"You know, I'm married, right?" he asked a little desperately. He saw Mallory's eyes flick to his ring and then back to his face, and she nodded.
"I know."
"And I'm your teacher."
"You're also really hot," she said bluntly and he felt his cheeks fill with heat. "Plus you're funny, caring, and my god, your muscles are incredible. Sometimes I come to office hours just to watch the way you move."
Mallory seemed past the point of embarrassment, but he wished a hole would open up in the floor. Or he could throw himself out a window. Unfortunately, his office didn't have one so he'd have to actually face this. It didn't help that Mallory was now openly checking him out.
Suppressing a groan, he turned in a half circle, pinching the bridge of his nose as tried to figure out what to say. The continuing education classes he'd taken hadn't prepared him for this possibility at all.
"Mart-Mr. Deeks, are you ok?" He almost laughed at the question.
He turned back around to face Mallory again, balancing a hand on his hip. She looked a little more uncertain again and was watching him avidly.
"Well, this is, uh, wow." He cleared his throat noisily and tried again. "While this is incredibly, um, flattering, I think we both know that nothing is going to happen between us. For a multitude of reasons," he said as gently as he could.
"We could still just go out for dinner," she suggested hopefully. "As friends."
"No, we can't," Deeks said firmly. "Now we should go talk to the dean about getting you transferred to another class section for the remainder of the semester."
"Hey baby," Kensi greeted him at home later that day, punctuating it with a kiss. "How was work?"
"An unmitigated disaster," he sighed. He dropped his bag by the door, and flopped onto the couch. Kensi sat next to him and grabbed his hand with a look of concern.
"What happened? Everything seemed fine when I talked to you earlier today." Deeks groaned, silently reliving the last few hours.
"One of my students hit on me today." If he'd expected Kensi to react with outrage, he was about to be disappointed. She visibly relaxed beside him, smacking his arm with the back of her hand.
"Why didn't you lead with that? You had me really worried," she said, shaking her head at his apparent lack of consideration.
"The fact that a 23 year old asked me out to dinner doesn't bother you at all?" Deeks asked. Kensi shrugged.
"I figured it was only a matter of time." Deeks gave her a look and she rolled her eyes at him. "For someone who claims to be a reformed lady's man, you are ridiculously oblivious when someone is flirting with you. Half the women in your class have a crush on you."
"No they don't." Kensi actually laughed at his protest, patting his arm with false sympathy.
"Uh, yeah they do, babe. Every time I've visited you at work, there are no less than three students staring at you at any time. Sometimes even a couple teachers," she said, clearly enjoying this more than she had any right to.
"Ugh, now I'm going to be thinking about these kids checking me out during class," he groaned. "This sucks."
"You're not even a little bit flattered?" she asked with mild surprised. He shrugged. Maybe he would have been at one time, but now it just seemed weird and a little creepy.
"I might be if I wasn't old enough to be their father." Kensi squinted at him and he clarified, "If I had them really young."
"I'm sure they don't think of you in a fatherly way." Deeks made a face at that and gave a full-body shudder.
"Well, thanks for that horrible thought," he said dryly. "And here I just thought they all loved my teaching."
"Well, I'm sure they appreciate that too." Kensi smirked at him as he pouted, running her fingers through his hair. "It's all your own fault, you know."
"How is this my fault? I didn't ask for any of this."
"You can't walk around all day in tight shirts and pants with your sleeves rolled up and not expect to get noticed," she said, leaning in and gliding her nose across his jaw. She inhaled deeply. "You look good enough to eat." As she spoke, her hand drifted up his bare forearm to cup his bicep. It was a fairly innocent touch, but he still felt a shiver work its way up his spine.
"Is that an offer?" he asked, thoughts of Mallory quickly leaving his mind. Kensi walked her fingers up his arm and across his chest, pausing at his collar. She fiddled with the button on his collar and then slowly tugged his tie free.
"It's a promise," she said, the husky note in her voice incredibly sexy. Deeks settled his hands on her hips as she rose up on her knees and straddled his thighs. Smiling down at him, she brushed her hair back, the glossy strands dancing around her shoulder, and slipped the top button free on his shirt. Then she looked up, her expression playful, and added, "For later."
"That's cruel," he complained. "Especially when I've had such a terrible day. It was mortifying."
"So how much did you freak out when she asked you out?" she asked slyly.
"I handled it with all the finesse and professionalism that you would expect from a former criminal defendant, detective, and federal liaison," Deeks said with mock solemnity and Kensi raised an eyebrow at him.
"Really?" Her voice was filled with disbelief.
"Yeah, no, I kept hoping a freak tornado or earthquake would come along and put me out of my misery."
"So, I don't have to worry about you running off with any promising young law students?" Deeks rolled his eyes at Kensi's question. He thought she was mostly joking, but just in case, he cupped her jaw between his palms, cradling the back of her head and firmly kissed her. She made a noise of surprise in the back of her throat that quickly turned to satisfaction.
"Never. They'll just have to find another incredibly attractive, middle aged teacher to chase after." He kissed her again. When they pulled back, Kensi was smirking at him as she fiddled with his collar.
"You're an idiot, but I love you anyway," she said, pulling him back down to her.
A/N: I know nothing about law, other than what I googled.