A/N: So this one takes place maybe season 4 or 5, but could be totally AU. For Densimber Day 8 prompt: "I remember kissing you, why do I remember kissing you?"

"Ugh," Deeks groaned, rubbing his eyes as he slowly lifted his head. He immediately regretted the action and buried his head in his pillow again. Belatedly, he realized his phone alarm was ringing. He blindly swapped at it and it clattered to the floor. "Crap!"

"Quit making so much noise!" He froze at the sound of Kensi's groggy voice coming from beside him. That couldn't be. Turning onto his side, he peered through blurry eyes to find that Kensi Marie Blye was indeed in his bed. She was laying on her stomach with her face firmly planted in a pillow.

"Kensi?" She moaned, covering her ears. "Kens, what, uh, what are you doing here?"

"I don't know," she said with a sigh. "Didn't we go out for drinks?" Bits and pieces of the night were slowly coming back to him.

It didn't occur to either of them that they normally didn't share a bed. Even in a completely platonic way.

"Then I guess we came back here," he added, a vague memory of Kensi pulling him onto a dance floor after a couple beers flitting through his mind.

"Yeah, cause they ran out of cheese sticks and I was hungry," Kensi continued. She sat up, brushing back her hair which now was in all its curly, untamed glory. "So we came back here and had a couple more beers. And...some tequila?"

"I remember kissing you, why do I remember kissing you?" Deeks asked suddenly, his mind filling with a very vivid memory of Kensi sitting in top of him as they made out on his couch.

"Oh my god," Kensi whispered, clearly recalling the same moment, and turned to him with a horrified expression.

"And you're wearing my shirt." He gestured to the black V-neck he'd worn the day before. It looked much, much better on her, he thought idly. Without thinking, his eyes dropped to the V again.

He saw her gaze flick to his chest, her cheeks flushing a deep red he wasn't sure he'd ever seen from her before. He lifted his hand, intending to take hers, but she jerked back, stumbling out of bed.

"I need to get home," she said abruptly, looking around the room a little hysterically. He tried very hard not to stare at her perfectly tanned legs extending from beneath his shirt as she bent to pick up her jeans and one shoe.

"Kens, we should probably talk-"

"No." She jabbed her finger at him, cutting him off. "No, this-" she paused to shove her jeans on. "This never happened." Deeks scratched at his jaw, frowning as he watched her scoop up the rest of her clothes.

"That seems like a terrible way to deal with this, but ok," he said dryly. Kensi sighed and turned to face him.

"Deeks, I am hung over and confused and really mortified," she told him. "I can't deal with this right now." He nodded, wondering when she would ever be ready to deal with it.

"Ok." Her expression softened a little and she started to reach for towards him, but abruptly smoothed some hair behind her ear instead.

"I'll see you at work." As she quickly left the room, he leaned forward and shouted,

"Hey, I want that shirt back! It's one of my favorites." His front door slamming closed was her only answer. "Crap," he repeated, falling back onto the bed.