Indisposed

Peachy on the Beach

Deeks took Kensi’s hand and they descended the stairs from the restaurant’s deck to the beach. He risked a quick glance to the left.

“Callen and his lady are still at their table. Let’s go this way.” They meandered to the right around joggers and volleyball players.

“You don’t want to be sociable and go introduce ourselves?” asked Kensi. She knew perfectly well that he did not.

Deeks turned to look at her. “No. Do you?”

She shrugged. “Not especially.”

They both laughed. “Glad we’re in agreement,” said Deeks. “ I don’t want to be distracted by thoughts of what Callen may or may not be doing with his date, who’s pretty hot, by the way. I bet she’s some kind of fed.”

Kensi appeared to pout. “Shouldn’t you be focusing on other things?”

“Oh, you mean other people?” He smiled playfully and was leaning in to kiss her when . . .

“WATCH OUT, DUDE!” yelled a teenage boy as an errant volleyball sailed their way.

Deeks grabbed Kensi and jerked her to the side.

“Hey! Sorry, man,” panted the kid. He retrieved the ball and tossed it back to his teammates.

“It’s all good,” said Deeks.

Back at the restaurant, Callen and Gemma were also coming down the stairs. “I’m guessing you want to go this direction so we don’t run into Kensi and Deeks.”

“You’re very perceptive,” said Callen.

“Because it might be awkward?”

“Somewhat.”

“Why? Even agents and cops are allowed to have personal lives.”

“Sometimes they are.”

Gemma shook her head. “You so need to lighten up, Callen.”

Kensi and Deeks walked well away from the evening crowds. “Wait a minute,” said Kensi. She latched onto Deeks’ arm and bent to remove her wedge sandals. In doing so, she lost her balance, yelped, and pulled both of them down onto the sand. She landed on top of Deeks, her breasts pressed against his chest.

“I didn’t know you liked to be on top,” grinned Deeks. “You should have mentioned it sooner.”

She was trying not to smile. “I didn’t plan that, Deeks. It was an accident.”

“These are the kind of accidents I enjoy.”

Her lips hovered over his and she contemplated kissing him. But Deeks beat her to it and raised up for a quick one. His hand went under her dress and slid slowly up her leg and over her smooth, firm derrière.

“I knew it – nothing!” he declared triumphantly. Then he encountered the thong.

“Well, almost nothing.”

Had any other man tried that, he would be in a world of hurt right now. But this was Deeks, so it was okay. Expected, really. After all, what other man did she know half as well or trust every day with her life?

He pinched her butt. “Yeow!” she shrieked.

“Payback for earlier.”

“So we’re even now?” asked Kensi.

“Not even close, Fern.”

Suddenly, Kensi frowned. “You know, I’m really tired of jerks hitting on us.”

Her abrupt change in mood took Deeks by surprise. “There is a solution for that,” he said. “And I don’t mean whipping out your weapon to shoot them.”

“That would be the quickest thing. But what’s your idea?”

He waited. His solution was one he’d been advocating for a while and the only one that made sense to him.

“We become a real couple, not just one for undercover work.” He held his breath, wondering what lame excuses Kensi would come up with now. He reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Her eyes searched his for a long moment and her lips parted slightly. He could practically see the gears in her brain turning as she weighed the pros and cons.

“You’re absolutely right. We should be a real couple. I’m ready to take that step, put our relationship out there.”

Deeks grinned so wide he felt his face would split. “You . . .you are? So to clarify, I’m really your boyfriend now and you’re really my girlfriend?”

Kensi sighed and rolled her eyes. “Yes, silly. Now shut up and kiss me.”

He raised up and did just that before grabbing her hips and rolling them over. He kissed her deeply. When they paused for air, they realized they weren’t so alone as originally thought. A group of teenagers were passing by with loud hoots and whistles.

“Hey, dude! Get a room!”

“You the man! Go for it!”

Then another buzzkill. Deeks’ cell phone rang. He blew out a frustrated sigh. “Seriously? It’s Densi interruptus.”

“Interruptus I get, but what’s Densi?”

“You don’t know? That’s Eric’s code name for us. Deeks plus Kensi equals Densi. Pretty cute, I’d say.”

“I’ve never heard that. And why are you first? I’ve been at NCIS longer than you.”

“It has nothing to do with that, Kens. I’m the guy so I should go first so I can protect my partner, now my girlfriend.”

“Are you implying that I can’t take care of myself?”

“Of course not. You are the toughest woman I know. You can kick anybody’s ass. Don’t blow this out of proportion.”

“Does he have a cute little combo name for Callen and Sam?”

“Hah! So you admit that Densi is cute.”

Well, does he?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Hey, can you reach my phone? It’s in my left back pocket.”

“Oooh, I get to slap your butt again,” laughed Kensi. She extracted the phone and handed it to him. “It’s Callen,” she said.

“Go, Callen.”

To Kensi he whispered, “We’ll never be even.”

“The body of an AWOL marine washed up under Santa Monica pier.”

“Wow. Not good.”

“Not good at all.” Callen paused a beat. “Is Kensi with you?”

“Of course. Where else would she be?”

“Didn’t even have to ask, did I?”

“Touché, Callen.”

Several hours later, everyone was back in Ops to touch base and update Hetty.

“Turns out, he’s not a real marine,” said Callen. “He borrowed his brother’s uniform for a fraternity costume party.”

“But there was almost $8,000 and some crack found in the uniform,” added Kensi.

“Plus, a flash drive which Nell-a-saurus is working on. Campus security is also checking the drug angle,” said Deeks.

“Where is the brother?” asked Hetty.

Sam spoke up. “Honorably discharged six weeks ago and currently on his honeymoon in Fiji.”

“Hetty, LAPD on line two,” said Eric.

Under his breath, Deeks said to Kensi, “That’s where we should go. Killer waves there.”

“Is that the only reason you’d want to go?”

He regarded her with a leer. “Well, there might be another reason.”

Hetty disconnected with LAPD. “It appears there’s nothing more we can do tonight. Everyone go home and get a good night’s sleep.”

“Kensi, Deeks. What’s with all the sand?” asked Callen.

Kensi touched her cheek and hair. She noticed there was still some in Deeks’ hair and on their clothes. They left the beach in a hurry and couldn’t brush off all of it.

“Oh, that. Kensi read in a magazine about microdermabrasion. We thought beach sand would work just as well.”

Callen’s eyebrows lifted. “That’s your story?”

“And we’re sticking with it,” confirmed Deeks.

Callen looked at them for a moment. “Right. Goodnight then.” He turned and walked out.

Kensi and Deeks were left alone in Ops. “Microdermabrasion?” laughed Kensi. “Never a dull moment with you, Deeks.”

“Part of my charm, Kensalina.” He slid an arm around her waist. “Let’s get out of here.”


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