Prompt: Would you do a short fic where Kensi freaks out about Twinkies being discontinued and Deeks tries to help her? Then maybe a time jump to when Twinkies were brought back?

A/N: I feel like someone has done a fic on this before, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't me. Hopefully my fuzzy memories of said fic won't influence this one two much.

Also, elements of this are fairly ridiculous.

November 2012

"Oh my god," Kensi gasped, stopping in the center of the bullpen as she stared down at her phone.

"What's wrong?" Deeks asked with mild concern. She lifted her head, a distant, horrified look in her eye, and Deeks stomach sank.

"Something horrible," she whispered.

"Is it—is someone sick?" He was by her side in a second, gently cupping her elbow. In all his time as her partner, Deeks had rarely seen Kensi so upset.

"No, it's not like that." She licked her bottom lip and gave the phone a little shake. "The Hostess company declared bankruptcy. There's not going to be anymore Twinkies."

"Wait, this is about snack cakes?" Deeks clarified.

"Not just any snack cake," Kensi said, voice raising. "Twinkies. They're soft and fluffy, cream in the middle. There's nothing else like them, and I've been eating them since I was four."

Although his first reaction had been bemusement, followed by the urge to laugh, he could tell Kensi was genuinely upset.

"Um ok, well I'm sure we can figure something out. Come on and sit down."

Kensi did as he said, her shock quickly turning to anger. "I bet they're going to be sold out everywhere too. I knew I should have restocked my supply last month, but I was on that whole health kick and it's been bikini season."

"Understandable," Deeks replied while she rambled mindlessly. Despite his desire to comfort her, he felt his lip twitching.

"Now I'll have to make do with Little Debbie," she continued with obvious disdain. "Fancy Cakes are just not the same."

"Yeah, they've got that whole waxy coating, like you're eating a sweet candle."

"Exactly."

"You know what, I have a friend who works at one of the stores around here. I can ask him if he can set a couple boxes aside for you," Deeks offered.

"You'd do that for me?" Kensi said softly. As though he'd just offered her a kidney.

"Sure. If it makes you happy."

"Thanks, Deeks." Kensi squeezed his hand. "You're a good partner." As he grabbed his phone, she added, "Um, maybe you can see if they have the family size boxes?"

"I'll check." Deeks grinned as he pulled up the right contact. There probably wasn't a thing he wouldn't do for Kensi Marie Blye if it meant she was happy.

October 2013

"Ok, what are we watching?" Kensi asked, coming back from the bathroom. Deeks was already reclined on her couch, sorting through the stack of DVDs she'd pulled out for movie night.

"I'm thinking "Somewhere in Time"," Deeks decided.

"Sap." Kensi gave him a fond look. "I approve though since it has both Christopher Reeve and Jane Seymour in gorgeous dresses."

"It always surprises me that you like those styles. But then I remember your obsession with "Titanic"."

"Oh hush up and put on the movie," she said, curling up beside him. "Wait, what's this?" She pointed to the light blue paper gift bag on the side table.

"A present for you."

"Okaaay. Should I be worried? You didn't put some kind of gag gift in here that's going to jump out at me, right?"

"Nope, that's more your style than mine," he said, glancing back as he slid the DVD into the player. "C'mon, open it."

Sending him another suspicious glance, she pulled out the fluff of tissue paper on top, and pulled out the content without looking inside.

"Twinkies?" She glanced up with mild confusion now.

"Yeah, I kind of missed the grand reopening, but still wanted to celebrate the occasion," Deeks explained with a shrug. "I figured you could never have too many Twinkies, right? I guess it's kind of stupid."

"No, it's sweet. Thanks," Kensi said, offering him a soft, genuine smile. "And you're right, you can never have too many." Tearing open the box, she dumped out a couple packages, tossing one to Deeks. He caught it in one hand before it hit the lamp.

"Uh, don't you want to get one of the older boxes from last year, since those will expire sooner?" he asked.

"Um," Kensi mumbled guiltily, a cake already halfway to her mouth. She bit into it, cheeks flushing slightly.

"Kensi, did you eat all of them already?"

"I don't want to talk about it," she muttered around the Twinkie.

"Well, now we know who's single-handedly keeping the company afloat," he teased. When she didn't answer, he nudged her shoulder. "Don't worry, I still like you, Kensalina. Twinkie obsession and all."

A/N: The second part was a little difficult because the production of Twinkies started back up smack in the middle of post-Sidorov time. So, I had to shift things a bit, because that's all little too dark for this particular fic.