A/N: The return of our second favorite Russian criminal. For today's prompt. This assumes that Deeks is able to attend FLETC or grandfathered into the NCIS for years of service.

"Congratulations Mr. Deeks, or rather Agent Deeks," Hetty said grandly. He stooped to give her a hug, squeezing her as tightly as felt safe without hurting her.

"Thanks, Hetty. You really outdid yourself with this party. This is, wow, I definitely didn't expect any of this."

He turned to take in the elegant tables covered with white tablecloths and fancy appetizers and black and silver balloon. Through some magic, Hetty had somehow managed to arrange a banquet in his honor and invite several dozen law enforcement officers, Julia, and his mom all without him realizing.

"You have Nell to thank for most of this. She was very eager to make sure that everything was just so. And you deserve it."

"Well, I still appreciate it," he insisted. "Even though you almost gave me a heart attack when I first walked in."

"Always so dramatic, Mr. Deeks. Now, you enjoy yourself. I saw Director Vance skulking by the dessert table and I'd like to have a word with him."

Shaking his head, Deeks glanced around the room again. His mom was in what appeared to be a very animated conversation with Sabatino, a glass of white wine in one hand. He snorted at the vague look of discomfort on Sabatino's face and wondered if he was being treated to a retelling of Deeks' birth.

"Having a good time?" Kensi asked, coming up behind him. She rested her chin on his shoulder and loosely wrapped her arms around him.

"Honestly, I'm a little overwhelmed, but yes, I'm having a good time." He craned his head to look at her. "Is it common practice to have a celebration when you become an agent?" Kensi shrugged.

"Not really. But you know people aren't going to pass up the opportunity to have free food and drinks."

"True." She circled around to face him and brushed his bangs back, her smile nod.

"Plus, you've worked really hard to get here and deserve the recognition," she added. "I'm so proud of you baby."

"Oh, it is indeed a impressive accomplishment, Marty."

"Oh my god, no," Deeks muttered, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. "Kensi?"

"Yup, it's him," she confirmed. He turned around slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Kirkin." Anatoli Kirkin smiled at him, taking a step forward with his arms extended, like he planned to embrace Deeks."

"Marty," he said. Deeks took a step back while Kensi's grip on his hand tightened. Kirkin looked mildly disappointed by their reaction, but didn't attempt further contact.

What are you doing here?" Kensi asked. And more importantly, how did you even get in? This is a closed party." Kirkin smiled at them benignly.

"I heard about this from a friend and just couldn't pass up the opportunity to celebrate with you."

"That's, uh, that's very kind of you Kirkin. I guess," Deeks said as diplomatically as he could.

"And Kensi, as always it is a great pleasure to see you. I'm sure you're taking good care of our Marty," Kirkin continued. Deeks made a face at "our Marty", but didn't comment. Past experience had taught him that it was easier to go with Kirkin's delusions most of the time.

"Thanks," Kensi said with an awkward smile.

"That dress is absolutely divine. And Maaarty, that suit fits you like a glove. That blue brings out the color in your eyes perfectly." Kirkin continued looking Deeks up and down and gave a shuddery little sigh.

"Kirkin-"

"I see you cut your hair as well. It's a pity to see those lovely curls, but I suppose in time it will grow again." He suddenly moved forward again, apparently unable to help himself, and briefly made contact with Deeks' cheek.

"Hey, no touching," Kensi said firmly. She didn't raise her voice, but Kirkin still blanched, obviously remembering suddenly that she could easily take him down without breaking a sweat or her platform stilettos.

"I apologize," Kirkin murmured, looking a little embarrassed. He smoothed down his tie, drawing in a shallow breath. "It appears I've over stayed my welcome for today." Deeks started to relax a little, until Kirkin added, "But I want to give you your present before you go."

"What is it with you and presents?" Deeks asked, but Kirkin either didn't hear him or was ignoring him. He reached into his suit jacket-Kensi tensed again-and removed a slim box from his inner pocket. As always, it was wrapped in the finest of papers and an ornate bow.

"A token of my deep and abiding affection," Kirkin said solemnly, offering Deeks the package.

"Again, this really wasn't necessary." He really hoped it wasn't another nude. It would just be like Kirkin to give him a handy wallet-sized print. With this thought in mind, he gingerly opened the box while Kensi peered over his shoulder.

Instead of something wildly inappropriate, he found a burnished platinum tie clip. It was surprisingly simple and in good taste with only the brand's label on the front, in the far left corner.

Kensi made a slightly disappointed noise and he gave her a mildly disgusted look. Only she would be upset that Kirkin hadn't gifted him with an imagined naked rendering of him.

"I figured it would be useful to you now that you're an agent," Kirkin explained hopefully. "There's a small message on the back. I had it specially engraved."

Deeks lifted it out, flipping it around to read the minute flowing script.

"To my dear friend Martin. Think of me when you wear this."

"Oh, that's actually pretty nice. Thanks, Kirkin," Deeks said, feeling oddly touched.

"At least this way I can feel close to you even when society objects."

"Society is the only one objecting," Kensi said under her breath.

"As I said it was just a token of my affection. Now I really must be going. My men will be worrying about me by now," he said. Then before either of them could react, he'd wrapped his arms around Deeks.

"Agh, ok we're doing this. We're really doing this," Deeks groaned.

"Remember, I'm always a call away," Kirkin whispered. He stepped back from Deeks, gripping his forearms firmly. "Goodbye Marty."

As Kirkin walked away, Deeks finally let himself shudder.

"Are you ok?" Kensi asked, resting her hand on his chest.

"Yeah, I'm good. I might need to burn this suit though."

"Let's get you something to drink." Kensi squeezed his arm soothingly, leading him towards a table loaded with large quantities of alcohol.

"Can you burn titanium?" he asked idly.

A/N: And as always, I have to throw in at least one "Maaarty" when writing Kirkin. Also, if you haven't read my previous Kirkin stories-you should-I've written several where Kirkin gives Deeks a series of wildly inappropriate gifts.