Deeks could feel Kensi's hand trembling in his as they walked the distance to the private rooms. He didn't know if he should feel bad for her or amused by her obvious trepidation.

He chose the furthest room, keeping close to Kensi until they were inside the small room. It was furnished with a couple of couches in velvet-like material, a table, and a few other accessories.

"Ok, how does this work? Do I get on the couch, do you get on the couch? Are we supposed to take off our clothes?" Kensi asked rapid-fire.

"What exactly did you think was going to happen in here, Agent Blye?" he tossed back, raising an eyebrow at her.

"We have to maintain out covers, right?" She tugged at her short skirt, which did absolutely nothing.

It dawned on him that she didn't realize he'd pulled her in here so they could talk privately. She'd apparently spent the last few minutes thinking she they were going to engage in some salacious activity.

"Oh, so you thought you'd get a private show for free? You must be really eager to get into my pants.

"Am I not! I just—" She broke off, entire face flushed, her lips setting in a firm line, and he decided to take pity on her.

"Relax, there aren't any cameras or audio in here. Nothing's going to happen," he assured her. "Unless you want it to."

"Oh," she muttered. "That's good then." She nodded sharply, and he swore she looked ever so slightly disappointed.

"You really thought I was going to make you sit through a lap dance or something? While your team listened in," he asked, generally curious what she'd been anticipating.

She scratched the side of her face, sighing heavily. "Look, I don't know. This whole case has been unpredictable and you, you kissed me on that very first night." She pointed a finger at him accusingly.

"Yeah, cause I thought you were a femme fatale who I needed to get information out of. And I seem to recall you kissed me first."

"I was trying to distract you, which I think I did fairly successfully," she countered, suddenly drifting closer to him. Close enough that the ruffled top of her dress brushed against his chest.

God, she was confusing, infuriating, and completely mesmerizing. One moment hesitant and outraged, the next actively flirting with him. He was so tempted to call Kensi on her unspoken challenge, but they had a job to do, he reminded himself.

Taking a step back, he smirked at her, not letting his reaction show. "As much as I would love to continue debating this topic with you, I actually had a reason for coming in here. I need you to break into the owner's office," he explained.

"Why? What did you find out?" Crossing her arms again, Kensi immediately shifted into agent mode.

"I heard one of the other dancers talking about a shipment with the boss. Apparently he doesn't feel he's being fairly compensated and asked what was stopping him from taking what he wanted. I need you to look for a thumb drive, files, any kind of evidence of money laundering."

"Well, thank goodness you have something specific in mind," she drawled.

"Hey, I would have asked, but somehow I think that might have tipped them off." He paused, gauging her demeanor. "Do you think you can pull it off?"

Of course I can," she scoffed. "The question is, how do I get in there without the boss noticing or walking in halfway through?"

"Oh don't worry, he'll be plenty busy," Deeks assured her with a smirk. "I'll let you know with this nifty little gadget your tech people gave me."

"Ok. I'll have our technical specialist, Eric, tap into any computers."

"Sweet." Deeks glanced at his phone. "I think we've been in here long enough we won't cause too much suspicion," he said, winking at Kensi, heading for the door.

"Wait." She grabbed his hand, and he staggered back a few steps, confused when she tugged him into her. He was even more shocked when she grasped the front of his shirt, wrinkling the fabric, and very deliberately popped two more buttons. "We want to make it look realistic, don't we?" she asked, not giving him time to respond before she kissed him firmly, tunneling her fingers into his hair.

Deeks cupped the back of her head, leaning into the kiss. Just when started to feel a little lightheaded, Kensi pulled back with a gasp.

"There," she announced, sounding breathless. "Covers maintained."

"Well, se certainly gave your team a show," he managed.

"Oh, I turned my comm off the second we headed up here," she informed him with a smirk.

A/N: Alas, poor Kensi did not get a lap dance. Whatever shall she do?