A/N: I’m glad you enjoyed part one! As usual, Kensi and Deeks are instantly smitten.
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On A Wave’s Edge, Part 2
“Do you have room for another client?”
“Why?” Deeks asked, now eyeing her warily, though she had a feeling he knew where this was headed.
“I need to get close to Branston Meyers, so you’re going to give me lessons too,” Kensi explained reasonably. Before she even finished speaking, he started shaking his head.
“Branston pays for one-on-one lessons and he’s not gonna like anyone else being there. He likes having all the attention on him.”
“Convince him.” Kensi gave him a playful look. “I’m sure you could be persuasive if you want to.”
“You have no idea,” Deeks said in a slightly hoarse voice that made Kensi’s stomach swoop pleasantly.
“Or I could always make it an official NCIS order,” Kensi suggested.
“You, uh, might have better luck with asking nicely. Historically, I don’t do well with being forced to do things.” He smirked, the expression slightly mocking and yet Kensi didn’t hate it.
“Then, Mr. Deeks, would you please help NCIS catch a serial con artist?”
“I’ll see what I can do,” he agreed. His eyes flicked over her. “Is there a number I can reach you at? You know, to let you know when to come.”
“Someone from my office will be contacting you. We have access to your information,” Kensi said, trying to get things back to a professional tone.
“That would be concerning new if you weren’t a federal agent.” Crossing his arms, he nodded to the row of boards lined up. “Do you have your own equipment? Board, wetsuit, wax, brush.”
“No,” Kensi admitted. “I can probably borrow what I need.”
Deeks chuckled at that, shaking a couple curls out of his eyes. “Yeah, that’s not going to work. If you want this cover to work, you’re going to need your own equipment.” He studied Kensi for a few moments. “Come the day before the lesson and I’ll get you set up with everything.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“No, I don’t. But I hate to see a surfer using stuff they’re not comfortable with. Beside, it’ll give you a chance to get acquainted with the shop and make sure you’re ready for your first lesson. Because the last thing you want is to rub your wax in the wrong way.”
“I think I could figure it out,” Kensi said dryly.
“That’s what everybody thinks. It takes a, uh, a practiced touch. You put too much on and you’ll slip right off.” He winked and Kensi couldn’t stop her smile in response.
“Well, we can’t have that. I guess you’ll have to show me all your special tricks.”
“I look forward to it.” His voice dropped again and Kensi realized he was openly flirting with her now and she didn’t mind at all. He held her gaze for a few extra seconds, then cleared his throat, and looked away as if pulling himself out of the moment. “I got a group lesson with twelve year olds in about twenty minutes, so you might want to leave before this place is overrun with children.”
“Right.” Kensi nodded quickly, holding out her hand before she could stop herself. Deeks took it after a second, humor in his eyes as he shook it once more. “I appreciate your help.”
“Anytime, Kensi Blye.”
Kensi turned away before she did anything truly embarrassing and exhaled quietly.
“Kensi, what did you just do?” Sam demanded in her ear. “That was completely off script.”
“I have to pivot,” she explained quietly. “I think this actually works better than our original plan.”
“Yeah, but did you have to plan a date while you were at it?” Callen asked.
“Shut up. I’m headed back your way.”
“What does your surf instructor look like?” Sam asked. “I want to get eyes on him. Make sure he isn’t tipping Meyers off.”
“He’s about six feet tall, curly blonde hair, blue board shorts,” Kensi rattled off, omitting the exact shade of his tan skin and blue eyes from her description. She picked her way around a family’s large sand castle and moat, trying to hurry, but not catch anyone’s attention. “He was the only instructor around, so he shouldn’t be hard to find.”
“Definitely wasn’t hard for you to find.” Before Kensi could object to Callen’s comment, he moved. “I’ll meet you two back at the SUV and we can head back to the mission.”
Kensi walked down the beach, trying to forget the exact feeling of Marty Deeks hand on hers and his stupidly nice smile. The next few days were going to be rough.
This is fun!!

















