A/N: Densimber day 20.
"I cannot wait to get these heels off," Kensi groaned, leaning on Deeks' shoulder to take some of the weight off her ridiculously high stilettos.
"We just have to get through this meeting with Malachi and then you can get out of that extremely sexy but uncomfortable shoes," Deeks said as they started walking again through the main lobby of a business center.
"Why Mr. Levine, if I didn't know better, I'd think you had ulterior motives," she teased.
"Miss Boyle, I have nothing but the purest intentions." Deeks put one hand over his chest with feigned sincerity.
"That's too bad. Because I was looking forward to—"
"Oh crap!" Deeks hissed, looking slightly beyond Kensi.
"What?" She started to scan the area for signs of potential danger, but Deeks took her arm, casually pulling her in the opposite direction.
"I just saw someone I know."
"Again?" Kensi said and he glared at her briefly.
"I've been around a lot, it's bound to happen sometimes," he answered under his breath.
"So, is it a former girlfriend or convicted felon this time?" Kensi asked. They came to a small sitting area and Deeks led them to the farthest corner, letting out a breath of relief.
"No, it's a former classmate. I haven't seen him in twelve years, so maybe he wouldn't recognize me," he explained, then inclined his head. "Of course, we were up for the same scholarship two years in a row and he kind of hated me."
"Fantastic." Sighing, Kensi put her hand on his arm. "Let's just hide out for as long as we can, and we might be able to salvage the meeting. I mean, how long can he stick around?"
"Oh, I wish you hadn't said that."
"Marty Deeks?"
Kensi turned around as a dark-haired man around their age in an immaculately tailored suit approached them. Deeks pasted on a smile, feigning surprise.
"Gary?"
"I thought I saw you running away earlier," Gary said, eyeing Kensi with a lascivious grin. "Let me guess, this is your little side piece. She's cute." With a nasty little laugh, Gary patted Deeks on the shoulder.
Deeks' arm tensed on Kensi's back, and she gently squeezed his arm, holding back her own distaste.
"Actually, this is my associate, Miss Boyle," Deeks replied, clearing his throat. "And I'm afraid we have a meeting."
"Oh, and you can't spare a few minutes for your old friend?" Winking at Kensi, Gary nodded to Deeks. "Is he still a tight ass?"
"He's a wonderful colleague," Kensi said tightly, her smile polite. Apparently that wasn't the response Gary wanted because he made a disgruntled sound, tucking his hands in his pockets.
"Well, when we were in college, this guy acted like he was the morality police. Drove everyone crazy with his debates, but I guess that's why he was the teacher's pet," Gary said, not fully concealing his lingering grudge. "Last I heard, you were working for a DA, which I have to say, surprised me a little for the Great Marty Deeks."
Kensi winced at Gary's volume, thankful no one else was around at the moment. They needed to end this quickly before he blew their cover.
"We really do need to go," she interrupted.
"What's your hurry? We've barely even caught up." Holding up both hands, Gary moved in front of them, effectively blocking their path.
"How about we go out for drinks sometime?" Deeks offered, getting out his phone. "We can talk without any interruptions and I won't miss my meeting. My treat," he added, when Gary looked reluctant.
"Alright. What's your number?"
Deeks rattled off a phone number that definitely wasn't his, waiting for Gary to enter it into his cell. "I'm going to hold you to this, Marty," Gary told him with an annoying little wave of his phone, almost like a scolding.
"And you can come too," he added with a wink in Kensi's direction.
Finally, he left, and Deeks expelled a long sigh. "Damn, I hate that. He did not improve with time."
"Well, you got rid of him in the end. That was pretty quick thinking, but whose number did you give him?"
"The one to the Chinese restaurant by the gym," Deeks said proudly.
"It's things like this that make me love you," she said, looping her arm through his.