A/N: The first time Deeks comes to work after a surfing session, he causes quite the stir.
"Did we really need to come in on a Saturday?" Kensi groans, plopping into her desk chair.
"Oh, sorry. Is real National security disrupting your life?" Sam asks sardonically.
"I'm supposed to be on a plane right now." She jabs at her chest and then in the general direction of the windows. "I'm missing mimosas with my friends."
"We all face hardships," Sam says easily.
Resisting the urge to stick her tongue out at him, Kensi rummages through her drawer, pulling out a flattened Snickers. Since she'd planned to eat on the plane, she never ate breakfast, and now she's starving. And cranky.
"Hey, if we solve this quickly, you still might get to go," Callen offers helpfully.
"Ok, I'm here. I'm not happy about it, but I'm here. This national security emergency better not be another case of Hetty wanting to test our response time," Deeks says, his voice preceding him by a few seconds.
He saunters into the bullpen, dressed in dark blue board shorts, and a white t-shirt. His hair is messier than usual, curling up at the edges with a few strands sticking to his cheeks and forehead.
Kensi's eyes drift over him of their own accord. His skin looks especially tan against the pure white of his shirt, which clings to his torso, showing off the definition of his muscles. She catches herself just as she reaches his waistline, dragging her gaze away with a guilty and shocked start.
"What the hell are you wearing?" Sam demands, looking Deeks over. His gaze is far less approving.
"I was at the beach when you called," Deeks explains with a shrug. "You said it was an emergency, so I figured you didn't want to wait for me to go home and change."
"Least you could have done is put on some real pants."
"Hey, at least I'm not in a wetsuit." Dragging a hand through his hair, which only makes it that much more tousled, he winks at Sam. "Or a different kind of suit."
"And I'd have to gouge my eyes out," Kensi comments sweetly. Thankfully Deeks hadn't seemed to notice her temporary lapse in sanity.
"You keep telling yourself that, Fern." Deeks' grin is just teasing enough that she knows he still thinks this is their usual type of banter.
"Personally, I don't care, but Hetty will probably say something," Callen intervenes. "Go change, and then meet us up in OPS."
"Aye, aye, Captain," Deeks says with a mocking salute. He stops to grab his go-bag, then turns to head in the direction of the locker rooms.
Kensi watches him as he leaves the room, eyes drawn to the dark blue of his trunks. They're shorter and tighter than she realized, and she feels her skin flush with unexpected warmth at the way the fabric clings to muscle and round—"
"Kens!"
"What?" she snaps, head whipping around to face Sam. She quickly affects an annoyed expression even as her heart pounds with a mix of embarrassment and feelings she will not examine.
"You were staring," Sam informs her.
"At Deeks," Callen adds helpfully.
"As if," she huffs. "More like I was trying not to kill him for being so annoying."
"Uh-huh, had nothing to do with that sun-kissed hair and baby blues."
"Definitely not." Kensi turns back to her desk, pretending to concentrate on a blank expense report.
Under her breath, Callen sings "So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold, and starlight in your eyes of blue."
She's going to kill them, Kensi decides. Starting with Deeks and his stupid blue eyes and ridiculously tight shorts.
A/N: The song referenced is "Close to You" by the Carpenters.