I've no idea what I'm doing. =D

Forty-five minutes later, Kensi had a brand new wetsuit, a waxing brush, what Deeks had cited as the best wax available, and a bag to carry all of it. Now, Kensi was out back in front a row of surfboards of varying lengths.

“Here, try this one,” Deeks said, setting a blue and green board in front of her to replace the bright pink one she’d just tested. “It’s a little bit longer but slightly firmer.”

He’d explained since she was less experienced, a longer board with a softer top might be helpful. So far, she’d tried out four different boards. The last one, which had also been the longest, Deeks had immediately rejected as soon as she’d tried out a basic stance.

“Are you sure this will really make a difference?” she asked. She could feel the slight give in the top material, but not enough that she imagined it would make or break her performance.

“Absolutely. You’ll be able to stay on your board longer, have greater stability while standing, and have a better chance of catching waves,” Deeks explained while observing her. “You know what, I think I have one inside that might be an even better fit for you. I’ll be right back.”

“Mr. Deeks, you don’t need to—”

“Deeks,” he corrected with a soft laugh. “The last person to call me Mr. Deeks was my high school chemistry teacher and he may or may not have hated me just a little bit.”

“Ok. Deeks.” Kensi nodded in acceptance that they were taking down another small barrier. “I think you’re going a little overboard. We can compensate you for some of the merchandise, but I don’t know if our supervisor will approve of all these extras. I don’t want your business to suffer because of this.

“Call it the NCIS special,” Deeks said with a shrug. “Having the right equipment will help you keep up. Besides, I told you Branston thinks he’s some kind of surfing guru. He’ll want to impress you and prove that he’s better if he sees you decked out with the best.”

“So, I should probably not show him up,” Kensi guessed.

“Eh, you can a little bit. He’s a competitive guy. Sometimes he tries to engage with random surfers who are way out of his league. You’ll just want to pull back before he pulls the adult version of ‘that’s my ball and I’m leaving’.”

“Dealt with my fair share of those before.”

Deeks disappeared for a few minutes, then returned with the promised board. Kensi walked across the surface, dropping into her knees a little, and paying attention to the way it gripped the bottom of her bare feet.

“How’s that feel?”

“Actually, a lot better,” Kensi admitted with rueful chuckle. “I guess I should have listened to the master.”

Deeks’ upper lip lifted in a satisfied smile, but he shrugged off the implied compliment. “I’m just a guy who grew up on the water and had a lot of great mentors. Now I get to do that for other people, which is a pretty amazing feeling.”

“That’s really admirable,” she murmured, smiling back without thinking.

“I don’t know about that.” Clearing his throat, he gestured to her. “Can I?”

After a second, Kensi realized he was asking permission to adjust her stance.

“Be my guest.” She held her arms in the air, not unlike of she was about to be frisked. A shiver of anticipation ran through her as she waited for Deeks touch her. He very carefully place one hand at her waist and the other on her right shoulder. The warmth of his hands permeated the thin material of her t-shirt.

“Is this ok?” he asked, his voice lower and slightly rougher than normal.

“Yes,” Kensi said, annoyed at how breathy she sounded.

With the same care, Deeks shifted her position, gently pressing on her shoulder or nudging her leg a few inches one way or the other.

“This should help you keep your balance with less effort,” he explained. One of his hands drifted down her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

Kensi was acutely aware of how close he was to her; if she turned her head a little—

Deeks cleared his throat and abruptly stepped back, taking the warmth with him. “I think that’s, uh, that’s enough off water practice. We should probably go down to the shore before it gets too busy.”

“Right.” Kensi nodded several times and knelt to pick up the board, hoping it would cover her annoyingly flushed skin.

“Hey, remember that you’re going to be seducing Meyers, not the surfer,” Callen reminded her in her ear.

“Shut up,” she hissed back. Deeks gave her a confused look, which she ignored in favor of stalking towards the water.

***

Thanks for tagging me @romancemedia!

Tagging @mashmaiden, @bluenet13, and @wanna-be-bold.

"Knock, knock," Sam said as he walked into Deeks's room.  "I thought Kensi would be here."

"Nope, just me.  Kensi's cleaning up in a suite at the Fisher House.  A family just left, they're letting her shower and freshen up before another family goes in."

"I got to clean up this morning by myself.  The best thing I've done a in a month."

"How are you doing?" Deeks asked.

"Sore but they took the stitches out when I got here.  I was discharged an hour ago."

"Callen?"

"It's going to be a while before he's discharged.  Punctured lung, back injuries.  He's probably down for a month, at least."

"Oh God."

"He's alive, that's what matters," Sam said more to himself than Deeks.  "What about you?"

"Double concussion, cuts and scrapes.  Tried to stand up when I saw Kensi wasn't here.  I won't make that mistake again."

"In hindsight, I had a couple of concussions playing high school football.  Don't fool around with this."

"I don't think Kensi is going to let me fool around with much."

"Things better between you two?"

"We're good.  If we lived more normal lives, this would have been a big blow up at home that lingered into the next day or two until one of us apologized.  Instead we got blown up and that hurried up the apologies."

"She dragged you through the desert alone," Sam told him.  "You find a woman like that, you keep that woman at all costs."

"That's what I was arguing for.  I wanted no part of this for her, for you, for Callen.  I'm glad Mosley got her kid back but that's not worth all of us nearly getting killed."

"About that…"

"It was Hidoko in the desert."

"Who told you?"

"A decade working narcotics at LAPD."  Deeks was disgusted – what an absolute tragedy.

"Mosley and the team are under investigation."

"How did we not know about her kid?  That seems like something Nell and Eric would find out pretty quickly.  Certainly Hetty."

"She used a friend in the Diplomatic Security Service to bury everything about her son so if she found him out of the country, she could go in, get him and bring him home."

"And we were just the cannon fodder for her snatch and grab."

"Deeks," Sam started to warn.

Deeks was having none of it.  "She fired me, I don't have to even pretend to play nice."

"Admiral Kilbride unfired you.  He's trying to keep the office opened and all of us employed.  There are a lot of unhappy agencies out there – NCIS, DEA, Secret Service, Diplomatic Security and CIA.  We are going to be writing a lot of reports.  And if you don't care about nuking your career, remember Kensi's got a career worth saving."

"True," Deeks would behave for Kensi's sake.  "So, I should milk this concussion for all its worth?"

"I think our injuries may cloud some of our memories of ending a drug cartel, uncovering a corrupt member of the Mexican military and causing the cartel or other corrupt military members to kill a known American gunrunner and his security team."

"Look at you, already building our defense," Deeks said shaking his head and immediately regretting it.

Dave Flynn half knocked as he walked in.  "Hey Sam."

"Ah, my ride back to LA," Sam said with a smile.  He walked up to Dave and gave him a hug.  "Good to see you."

"Very good to see you, Sam.  We all heard about Mexico.  Good to see you too, Detective Deeks."

"Just Deeks is good."

"Just Deeks it is," Dave shook Deeks's hand.  "We need to hit the road.  Admiral Kilbride wants me in your offices as soon as possible.  Nell and Eric have been in the office for four straight days, just napping when they can.  He wants them to go home to their own beds."

"A plan for us all," Deeks said.

"Tell Kensi to call me," Sam said as he shook Deeks's hand.  "And call me when the two of you are back in LA."

***

Deeks, pulling out his wallet: It was good seeing you, man. We need to do this more often.

Kip, outraged: Wait, where you going? Dude, we just got here and I haven’t seen you in six months. You’re leaving after one beer?

Deeks, apologetically: Sorry, man. It’s a school night. My boss will do scary things if I come in with a hangover.

Kip: I’ll write you an excuse. Better yet, I’ll buy your agency.

Deeks, laughing: As much as I’d love to see the look on Hetty’s face if you sent me in with a sick note, I have to pass.

Kip, squinting at Deeks: You’re lying. Don’t think I can’t read your face. You’re just dying to get out of here. *he grins then* It’s your partner, isn’t it? Kensi.

Deeks: No, I’m just very tired and I bumped my shoulder on the—

Kip, crossing his arms: Right. You’re abandoning me so you can play house with Special Agent Blye.

Deeks, rubbing his jaw: Do you blame me?

Kip, delighted now: Not a damn bit. In fact, you’re an idiot if you don’t leave right now. It took you long enough to make a move in the first place.

Deeks: What happened to me, what was it you said, “abandoning” you?

Kip, spreading his hands: Who am I to stand in the way of love? Now go get your girl before she gets tired of waiting for you.

Deeks: Thanks, man. Next night out is on me.

Kip: I’m gonna hold you to that. And, I want all the dirty little details!

***

It isn’t until the entire team arrive for dinner, that Kensi realizes just how small her apartment is. Although she’s had more of a social life than Deeks, she hasn’t been entertaining.

The entire team had encouraged her to take a chance with Deeks, but that was so much different than leaving. Now that the moment is here, nerves have kicked in. She’s completely certain of her decision to leave, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to be easy.

So here she is watching the team talk and laugh from the kitchen while what-ifs paralyze her.

“Thinking of making a break for it?” Deeks says unexpectedly from behind her, making her jump slightly.

“I thought you were checking the pizza.”

“It’s out. And you’re avoiding the question.” Deeks makes the observation lightly, but with obvious compassion.

“No, I haven’t changed my mind,” she promises. “I’m just realizing that making such a big announcement is easier in theory.” With a sigh, Kensi leans against Deeks’ chest, appreciating the stability and comfort. “How did you do it?” She twists her head in time to see Deeks lift an eyebrow.

“If you recall, I wasn’t exactly doing too well emotionally at that time. Resigning didn’t seem like that big a deal in the grand scheme of things,” he replies sardonically.

“Right.” Kensi winces. “Stupid question. I just don’t want to disappoint anyone.”

“Kens, they love you and they’re gonna support you no matter what.” Deeks kisses her cheek and wraps and arm around her shoulder, hugging her against his chest for a second.

“You’re right. Thank you for always knowing how to talk me down,” she says, squeezing his arm before she lets go and walks back into her small living room.

“Oh good, we were just getting ready to stage an intervention if you didn’t come out soon,” Callen jokes.

“Is everything ok?” Eric checks.

“We’re fabulous,” Deeks answers. “We were neither fighting nor engaged in any unmentionable activities.”

“Thank goodness for that,” Sam mutters as Callen chuckles.

Kensi looks around the room, at all these people who have supported her, loved her, and put up with her in her worst moments. Eric and Nell share a couch with Jared squeezed in at the end.

Jared has handled keeping her secret surprisingly well. Unlike Kensi, he seems completely calm and hasn’t given any sign that he knows anything. He’s come a long way and she feels proud at the realization. He’s going to be ok without her. They all will.

“Actually, there is another reason why we invited all of you here tonight besides celebrating us getting back together,” Kensi begins, sharing a nervous look with Deeks. He nods encouragingly and she wishes this didn’t feel so much like a high school presentation. “Even though I’ve spent hours thinking about it, I don’t really know how to say this.”

“Can I say something first?” Sam asks, standing up from his spot on the couch.

“Sure.” Kensi nods uncertainly, but lets Sam move to the center of the room.

“I remember when you were just a rookie agent who was so determined to make a difference and prove yourself. I’d say you more than met your own expectation because you are one hell of an agent, Kensi.” He gave Kensi a half-smirk as he paused. “And you’re going to be amazing at whatever you do next. Whether it’s with NCIS or somewhere else.”

“How did you—?” Kensi asks, looking first to Deeks and then Jared, but they look equally surprised.

Sam rolls his eyes. “You’ve been on edge all night. I couldn’t take you biting at your nails anymore.”

“We also kind of made bets as soon as Deeks came back on board,” Callen reveals shamelessly. “Figured it wouldn’t be too long until you started thinking about the future beyond NCIS.”

“There’s also the fact you actually took your full medical leave for a change,” Sam adds.

So, you are leaving?” Eric confirms. He’s been unusually quiet all evening and now she knows why.

“Three months,” Kensi says. “I promise I wasn’t hiding this from you guys. I just had to make sure everything was in order before I shared the news.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Nell tells her, coming over to hug Kensi tightly. “I’m gonna miss you so much, Lady. But I’m also happy for you.” Nell laughs wetly, then reaches for Deeks, hugging him just as fiercely. “And you too. You have no idea how hard I’ve worked for this.”

“Oh, we know,” Deeks assures her. “Thank you for all your meddling and pushing. I don’t know if we would have figured it out without you.”

“Definitely not,” Callen teases. “You two idiots were prepared to be miserable for the rest of her lives.”

Well, it’s actually been 30 years now, but here’s a spew I did 5 years ago on the bird app to commemorate my 25 years as a TV writer. 

I’ve edited it a bit for clarity. Hopefully some of you will find it useful.

1. In TV writing (and writing in general) there is only one unbreakable rule: Thou shalt not be boring.

2. Write characters people want to hang out with for an hour or so once a week for years to come. Even if they’re bad people, make them interesting, engaging bad people.

3. If your lead is a bad person, make them funny and/or sexy. Direct most of their bad behavior toward other bad people or themselves. Make them well motivated. Maintain rooting interest.

4. What makes a character special should be intertwined with what makes them struggle. Perfect people are boring.

5. Characters should complement/conflict with each other. No two characters should serve the same purpose/have the same backstory/have the same voice.

6. Cast the best actor, adjust the character to suit.

7. Give your leads the best lines/moments. No one is tuning in to watch the funny guest star. Like Garry Marshall said back on HAPPY DAYS, “I’m paying Henry Winkler $25,000 an episode. Give the Fonz the jokes.”

8. Your characters, good & bad, should reflect the reality of our wonderful, diverse world. White male shouldn’t be the default.

9. Avoid stereotypes. Stereotypes are boring.

10. If all your POV characters know some secret, the audience should know it too.

11. If your show hinges on a big mystery, know more or less what the truth is from the beginning. You can change it later if you need to, but write to a specific.

12. If your story doesn’t test your characters mentally, physically, psychologically, emotionally, or spiritually, you don’t have a story.

13. You can start by figuring out the Beginning, the Middle, or the End, but you don’t have an episode until you have all three.

14. Big suspenseful act outs (the last moments before the commercials) aren’t just a gimmick. They’re a good way to structure an hour of entertainment to make sure the audience is invested and your pacing is solid.

15. Every scene should be a consequence of the previous scene or a refutation of it.

16. A scene also needs a Beginning, Middle, and End. The end should propel the characters and/or audience into the next scene.

17. Every scene is a negotiation/confrontation between two or more characters who want different things or have different ideas on how to solve the same problem.

18. A good action scene is still a character scene. With punching. (This applies to sex scenes too, but you know, with sex.)

19. A crap page is better than a blank one.

20. It’s easier to cut than to add.

21. Good things rarely happen in the Writers Room after dinner. Go home, get some rest, write pages at home if you have to, start fresh in the morning.  Writers who have a life outside the writing room are better writers. Beware the showrunner who doesn’t want to go home to their family. That said…

22. Script by day one of Pre-Production. No matter what.

23. You’re a writer first. Almost nothing happening on set or in post is more important than the writing. Delegate when possible.

24. Make an extra effort to surround yourself with writers who are different from you (background, race, gender, orientation, etc). Listen to their perspectives, especially on experiences alien to you.

25. And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make. In TV writing and life in general. 

PART TWO HERE:

***

Caleb, poking at Deeks’ chest: Daddy, what’s dis?

Deeks, squinting at his scarred bullet wound: It’s a boo-boo.

Kensi, under her breath: A very, very big boo boo.

Sophia, rushing to climb on Deeks’ lap: I wanna see it! Where’s da blood? You needa bandaid, daddy?

Deeks, chuckling: Thanks, kiddo, but I’m ok. This one happened a long time ago.

Caleb: What happened? Did you fall down? Did you cry?

Deeks: Uh, I was stopping a bad guy.

Kensi, squeezing Deeks’ shoulder: Daddy was saving me.

Sophia, with a soft gasp: Like a superhero!

Caleb, delighted: Like Spiderman! And da Captain of America.

***

Deeks: Sir, I need to leave early on Monday.

Kilbride, sighing: What is the current catastrophe? A family illness, perhaps. You’re adopting more children? No, I suppose your dog has an emergency vet appointment.

Deeks, after a lengthy pause: Actually, I need to pick Rosa up from school early.

Kilbride: I see. Well, why not have an agent pick her up instead and bring her to the boat shed? I can work from there.

Deeks, uncertainly: So you’re offering to stay with Rosa?

Kilbride, tersely: It didn’t go that badly last time. Your daughter is a decent conversationalist and surprisingly respectful.

Deeks: I’m sure there’s a compliment in there somewhere. That’s a very kind offer, sir. Unfortunately, I don’t think that will work out since Rosa has a vocational activity at a local museum. I missed the last one. Unless you’d like to help supervise fifteen or so 16-17 year olds.

Kilbride, with obvious distaste: Absolutely not. *he waves his hand* I approve the time off. And do not even think of bringing any of those other children here.

ERIC CHRISTIAN OLSEN AS MARTIN DEEKS NCIS: LOS ANGELES l INTERNAL AFFAIRS

***

Summer Nights

Deeks sat on the back patio, a can of cool sparkling water in his hand. Even though it was after 9pm, the air still felt thick and hot around him. Naturally, their AC had given out during the hottest week of the summer.

By running every fan he and Kensi owned, they’d managed to keep the house livable until their maintenance guy could replace the air conditioner.

He heard the sliding door open behind him and scooted over to make room for Kensi to join him.

“Hey, sugar bear,” he said, looking up as he sat next to him. Taking her hand, he presses a kiss to her wrist, smiling against the already warm skin. “How was work?”

“Well, I had working AC, so nothing I’m going to complain about right now,” she answered, reaching out to brush his slightly damp hair back from his forehead. Deeks noticed she’d changed into her smallest shirt and a crop top already. “Thank for taking care of the Sophia and Caleb through all this. I can’t imagine they were too happy.”

“Eh, we spent most of the day at mama’s house, so it wasn’t too bad. They went to sleep about twenty minutes ago with the fans on full blast. The projected cost for the replacement AC and labor is gonna hurt in a few weeks.”

Kensi grimaced. “Yeah.” She swatted away a mosquito. “What are you doing out here, baby?”

“I was getting a little stir crazy,” Deeks explained. He tracked a lightning bug across the yard. “I used to catch lightning bugs with Ray when I was a kid. We never did anything to them. We’d just catch them, see how long they’d stay on our hands before they flew away. Then start all over again.”

“That’s a sweet memory,” Kensi said, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Nights like this make me think of when I was a kid. The air conditioning always seemed to go out once a summer. Or if money was tight, we’d keep it off to save a little. It would get so warm in my room, I couldn’t sleep. A few times, mom took me to the corner store to get stale ice cream. Mostly, we’d stay up half the night just talking to pass the time. Then mom would go to work and I’d go to the library or beach as early as possible.”

Deeks smiled as he stares distantly across the small patch of ground Rosa had helped cultivate into a thriving garden.

“Even though it’s miserable, I don’t completely hate these hot, muggy nights.”

They were silent for a few minutes, the only sounds permeating the air those of frogs and insects.

“I had a few days like that after I ran away,” Kensi revealed unexpectedly. “The closest cooling center was a library. The first time I went in, I didn’t really know what to expect. A lot of times, people didn’t like it that a teenager was wandering around all by myself. So, I found a spot at the end of a bookshelf in the biography section cause no one else was around.”

Deeks didn’t say anything, but rubbed his thumb along Kensi’s shoulder, quietly encouraging.

“I’d only been there for about ten minutes when this tiny, older lady found me. I thought she was going to kick me out or ask where my parents were. Instead, she told me it was much cooler downstairs in the juvenile section. I tried to tell her I was fine, but she insisted that I was going to pass out if I stayed there and she didn’t have time to call an ambulance.”

Deeks chuckled at that. “What did you do?”

“I followed her downstairs and she gave me a popsicle, Gatorade, and a book and told me not to spill anything,” Kensi answered, her tone caught between amusement and melancholy.

“It’s weird how objectively crappy things make you feel nostalgic,” he mused.

“Yeah.” Kensi twisted her head to kiss his cheek. “Wanna stay up all night and eat popsicles?”

As in, do any of your memories take place during the 90s (yes, a single memory from 1999 counts).

***

*The Deeks family are walking on the pier, close to dusk*

Deeks, pushing the sleeping twins in a stroller: So, Rosalie what are you planning for this summer?

Rosa, shrugging: I’m going to pick up a few more hours at work. I also need to test out of a couple classes and I’m debating getting a couple core classes out of the way.

Kensi, teasing: Oh, is that all? *then more seriously* Please don’t burn yourself out. You’ve worked so hard this whole year. You deserve a break.

Rosa: Don’t worry, mom. In comparison to fall and spring semesters, I’ll be getting done with classes so early. I’ll have so much time to relax.

Deeks: Man, I remember when I had that much energy. Or at least could drink enough caffeine to feel like I had energy. *he pulls Rosa into a one-armed hug* We’re proud of you, Rose.

Rosa, smiling: Thank you.

Kensi: And maybe you can find time to squeeze in a vacation with us.

Rosa: I probably have a week or two free. *she smiles a little slyly* I think Steven wouldn’t mind coming along too.

***

On a Wave’s Edge, Part 3

Surprisingly, Kensi endured very little teasing on the way back to the mission. They were all too busy discussing how their original plan for Meyers would need to change. From Kensi’s point of view, the surfing lesson gave her a much better excuse to meet Meyers and let him win her over than their original plan.

By the time they arrived back in OPS, they’d settled on a basic plan, but Callen and Sam wanted thoroughly vet Deeks before sending her back in.

In the past, she’d worked with less trustworthy people under significantly worse conditions, so she wasn’t all that worried Deeks would raise any flags.

“Ok, what’s this guy’s name?“ Eric asked when they made it upstairs.

“Marty Deeks.”

“Let’s see if he’s as uninvolved in Branston’s schemes as he claimed,” Callen commented.

“He seemed pretty honest to me,” Kensi said without thinking. She regretted it immediately, especially when Callen and Sam turned to her with twin knowing looks.

“Oh, is that a note of admiration I hear in your voice?” Callen asked.

Kensi groaned internally; sometimes it really sucked to work with people who knew her so well.

“No, just my professional opinion. He didn’t try to hide anything from me and even thought of things that would help. But he was also wary enough that he didn’t appear overly eager to get on my good side.

“Didn’t hurt that he was flirting the whole time,” Sam observed.

“Ok, Martin A. Deeks,” Eric said, drawing everyone’s attention to the big screen. Martin Deeks, better known as just Deeks, is the sole owner of The Perfect Wave surf shop and has been since 2008. Oh, interesting.”

“What?”

“He has a law degree, but it looks like he left the profession after a brief stint with the district attorney’s office. His record’s clean.”

“He’s cute,” Nell said, then added, “And his business has 4.8 stars on Google Reviews.”

“Any ideas why he quit law so fast?” Sam asked. “Takes a lot of commitment to get through law school and pass the bar.”

“Not really.” Nell squinted as she typed and sorted through search results. “He had a couple of verbal reprimands from judges while presenting cases, but those didn’t lead anywhere. It looks like he struggled with defending some criminal defendants who were accused of pretty awful crimes and reported a few dirty cops to LAPD. So, I’m guessing that didn’t make him super popular.” Looking up, Nell swiveled her chair around.

“Any unusual contact with Meyers? Or unexplained windfalls?”

“He sent text messages to one of Meyers cells. Both asking for confirmation of lesson times. Meyers did not reply,” Eric summed up. “Which is very rude.” He opened up a page of financial information. “Business has been steady and good. I don’t see any usually large payments or debts.”

“Oh look, he hosts monthly surfing sessions for vets and other vulnerable groups,” Nell added suddenly, her voice softening as she tilted her head. A few pictures from a public Facebook page populated on the screen.

Kensi’s squeezed with something dangerously close to affection at the images of Deeks grinning in obvious delight as he helped a child stand atop a board. She gave herself a mental shake; this was ridiculous. She’d only met Marty Deeks a few hours ago. She shouldn’t feel anything for him.

“He sounds like a real boy scout,” Sam commented dryly, drawing Kensi’s attention back to the conversation. “Alright, it sounds like you’re safe to bring him into the operation.”

“Hope you stocked up on sunscreen,” Callen added, winking at her.

***

Kensi arrived at The Perfect Wave early the day before her scheduled lesson. Eric had handled all of the phone calls with Deeks, which Kensi both appreciated and regretted.

When she walked in, the shop was completely empty other than Deeks, who sat up front with what appeared to be a month’s worth of receipts.

“Hey, Special Agent Kensi Blye,” he greeted her, his smile genuine and open despite the hour and what she had to imagine was a great inconvenience.

“Good morning. Thank you again for doing this.”

“It’s for a good cause.”

“Is your employee around?” Kensi asked, looking around as if the kid she saw yesterday might pop out of one of the few aisles.

“Jake? Yeah, I asked him to come in late today,” he explained. “I figured you wouldn’t want him to overhear anything confidential.”

“That was really thoughtful of you. Are you sure you weren’t a police officer in another life?” Kensi said jokingly.

“I’m sure you know I was a lawyer. Confidentially is kind of a big deal.” He said it with a vaguely sardonic tone and she didn’t know if it was aimed at her or himself.

“Well, that makes my job a lot easier. Just to cover all of our bases, you obviously can’t tell anyone about this. I don’t anticipate this to be a dangerous operation, but by working with NCIS you may be put into dangerous or comprising circumstances,” Kensi rattled off. “Do you have any questions?”

Deeks inclined his head and pulled a face. “As a former lawyer, I definitely shouldn’t agree to such vague terms.“ He made a show of mulling it over, then rolled his eyes. “I already said I’d help. I’m not backing out now.”

“Good. Oh, um, and my alias is Melissa Warren.”

“Sweet! I’ve always wanted to be a spy.”

“You’re not getting an alias,” Kensi reminded him, even though she figures he was joking.

“And you just killed my dreams,” he sighed, pausing a beat and made Director eye contact. It was a little disconcerting and definitely overwhelming. “I agree to all your terms and conditions, Melissa.”

“That’s going to get old fast,” she muttered. “Ok, what are doing today?”

“First, you get to pick out a surfboard, wetsuit, and accessories and then you’re gonna get a surfing crash course.” He held up a hand as if expecting an objection. “Just for my peace of mind.”

“Thinks pretty highly of himself,” Sam observed. Kensi managed not to flinch at the sudden intrusion over comms. Nell was supposed to be monitoring, but she hadn’t known anyone else jumped on too.

“I’ve had a couple lessons,” Kensi said, neglecting to mention they’d been from Eric and she’d gotten frustrated after the third time she’d fallen. Or that she’d asked Eric for a refresher on boards last night.

“Good. Then this should be simple.” He stood up, setting the receipts to the side. Once again, he was wearing a blue t-shirt, though this one was a darker shade and he paired it with an equally tight pair of jeans.

Kensi followed the broad line of his shoulders down to his waist, where the hem of his shirt had ridden up, revealing a small strip of his lower back. Her cheeks flushed at the tanned skin and she had the sudden, ridiculous urge to touch it.

Deeks turned around before she could act on her absurd impulse, his smile turning to one of mild concern. He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Are you ok? You look a little…off.”

“I’m fine,” Kensi lied. “But you could invest in better air conditioning. It’s a little warm in here.”

“Uh-huh. I’ll bring it up to management.” He gestured across the room to a wall entirely lined with different surfboards. “Let’s find something that says ‘my name is Melissa and I’m definitely not a secret agent’.”