Prompt: Would you be interested in writing a little something related to Kip and Deeks? I've always wanted to read about how Deeks tells Kip about Kensi. Obviously he knows a bit of his feelings/attraction based on how he was teasing Deeks. Would love to read a few small snippets of conversations between them.

2011

Deeks first met Kip Brigham in sixth grade. Back then, Kip was a skinny little kid five inches shorter than Deeks and on the quiet side. They played basketball every chance they got; sometimes with Ray or a couple other guys, but mostly just each other until they got on the high school team in ninth grade.

Since then, their friendship had experienced ebbs and flows. Before NCIS, Deeks hadn't seen Kip in months due to his undercover work.

Now, they were spread out on Kip's couch—a ridiculous leather thing that probably cost more than all of Deeks' furniture combined—after spending the morning surfing.

"You know, if you hadn't been all about pursuing justice and all that crap, you could have gone pro," Kip commented, slouched in one corner with his feet up on a glass table in front of him, an overpriced smoothie bowl in his lap. Deeks didn't begrudge Kip's success at all, but he certainly didn't mind the perks.

"I'm glad you think so highly of my former professional aspirations," Deeks said, grinning to let him know he didn't take it to heart. "You know if I'd try to surf full time it would have ruined it for me."

"Right, because you're too good to be rich, Saint Marty Deeks."

Deeks dodged Kip's elbow jabs, digging his phone out of his front pocket as it buzzed twice. There were two texts; one alerting him to a new case and the other asking if he wanted a ride.

"Who's Kensi?" Kip asked, peering over his shoulder. Deeks shoved him away.

"Hey, personal space, man."

"You didn't tell me you had a new 'ladybird'." Nodding in approval, Kip held his hand up for a fist bump.

"I don't. She's my partner."

"Ah, partner. Is that the new term for friends with benefits?" Kip said, smirking.

"No, and if she heard you say that, she'd knock you down without breaking a sweat and smile the entire time," Deeks warned him.

"Ooh, she sounds like my kind of girl. Is she hot?"

"I'm done talking to you," Deeks informed him, standing up.

"Oh Marty-Mar, don't be like that. I won't tease you about your girl anymore. Sit down and finish your smoothie bowl."

"Once again, she's not my girl and I have to go to work."

"You keep telling yourself that, brother!" Kip called after him.

2012

"And that, my friend, is a slam dunk, and you owe me five dollars," Deeks panted, basketball tucked under his arm as he jogged back to Kip. "Pay up."

"You were a much better winner when we were 15," Kip informed him. "I told you I tweaked my calf yesterday, right?"

"Uh-huh." Deeks held out his hand, waiting until Kip slapped the money into his palm.

"Whoever wins this round, buys lunch."

"Since you're a professional NBA player, that seems slightly unfair, but alright," Deeks replied dryly. He paused to check his phone for any missed messages. It was a Sunday, but that meant little when it came to bomb threats and international incidents.

There was a string of texts from Kensi, and he chuckled under his breath as he read them.

"Alright, who's making you smile like that, Martin A. Deeks?" Kip asked suspiciously.

"It's just Kensi," he answered reluctantly, anticipating Kip's delighted grin.

"Oh really? So what did your "partner" say to make you look happier than the day you got accepted into law school?"

"She was just telling me about this professional development training she's at." He couldn't get much more specific than that since the topic was interrogation techniques. "Apparently she made one of the guys in her group cry."

"I take it that's a good thing," Kip guessed. He paused a moment. "What's this Kensi look like?"

"Brown hair, brown eyes, little taller than average."

"Oh man, you gotta give me more than that. Is she pretty?"

Deeks huffed the softest of laughs; Kensi was the most gorgeous women he'd ever met. "She's gorgeous," he allowed.

"Alright, now we're getting somewhere. Now tell me about how she looks in a bikini—"

"And it's time for round three," Deeks interrupted, ignoring the flashes of Kensi in said bikini flashed through his mind.

"Oh, you got it bad, man." He heard Kip say from behind him.

Early 2013

Deeks glanced around the bar, noticing the peeling wall paper and rickety tables. He and Kip used to come here all the time backs when Deeks was a broke college student and Kip hadn't made his millions yet. Somehow it seemed a lot more depressing now as a fully grown adult.

"You know my partner, Kensi?" he asked, twisting a half-empty beer bottle between his palms, head lowered so he didn't have to see Kip's expression. He'd only had a couple, but it was enough to encourage his already melancholy mood.

"You mean brunette, makes you laugh like a school boy and go all starry-eyed Kensi?" Kip confirmed, rolling his eyes when Deeks looked up in surprise. "Man, you only talk about her every time I see you. Kensi likes sushi, Kensi is so pretty. Kensi beat up a guy twice her size and I thought it was really hot."

"I did not say that," Deeks protested. He took a long drink of his beer, holding up a finger. "Though she admittedly has beaten up a lot of guys."

"Like I said."

Deeks shifted uncomfortably, hunching over the table. He didn't know why he'd brought Kensi up here and now of all places.

"So, what about your Kensi?" Kip prompted, and Deeks didn't bother denying that Kensi might be his.

"I think I'm in love with her," he sighed. Kip outright laughed at that, slapping his knee.

"Well thank god you finally figured that you. Took you long enough. What finally tipped you off?"

Deeks glared at him, but didn't have the will keep it up for long. "I guess I've known I had feelings for a while. I convinced myself that we were just friends, and colleagues, but she makes me happier than I've ever been. She makes the suckiest day better and," he stopped, raising his hand slightly as he tried to find the words to explain exactly how much Kensi meant to him. "When I'm with Kensi, I feel like I'm not just some broken, screwed up guy."

"It sounds like she's a good woman." For once, Kip didn't go for a joke and Deeks appreciated it.

"She is. She has the most amazing smile." He looked slightly beyond Kip, smiling himself as he imagined the way her face lit up, and how much he adored it when he was the source of that happiness. "And she has the most insane laugh. It's like a cackle. It's crazy, but it's the best thing I've ever heard. I'd do anything for her, which is kind of terrifying if I think about it too much."

"Oh brother, you're really gone," Kip commented.

"Yeah," Deeks agreed softly. He didn't add that he'd willingly followed her into bomb-rigged buildings and would jump in front of every bullet if he could.

"So what's keeping you from taking the next step? Don't tell me she's not into you."

Deeks shrugged. "Sometimes I think she's interested, but uh, I think she might be as scared as I am. Besides, it's kind of frowned upon since we work together."

"Well, that's a load of crap," Kip declared bluntly. He took a long drink of his beer. "Ok, here's what we're gonna do. We finish these beers, take my limo over to your lady friend, and then you express your undying love to her."

"Oh god," Deeks groaned. "Kensi would kill both of us."

"What if we throw in a couple dozen roses and a trip to my bungalow in the Caribbean?"

"That's a wonderful offer, but I don't think we're just ready for grand declarations of love."

"Well, when you are ready, my bungalows and limousine are at your disposal," Kip told him, raising a slightly unsteady finger. "With the promise that you tell me all about it."

"You got a deal," Deeks agreed, because he doubted that moment would ever come.

A/N: I hope I did Kip, and his and Deeks' friendship, justice.