#also also i love how hanna has heels on n yet she still looks so small

[killa-trav]

SEB AND HANNA!!!

[ejzah]

A/N: Part six. I’m glad you’re enjoying the ridiculousness. I think Kensi and Deeks are too.

***

The Agent and the Lawyer, Part 6

“I don’t know why you always insist on driving,” Kensi complained, walking into the mission with Sam and Callen. It was a discussion , carried over from the day before when Kensi had been cramped in the back seat, if you could call it that, of the Challenger once again.

“I just got the Challenger detailed,” Sam explained dismissively.

“You always say that.”

“That’s because I take very good care of my vehicles.”

“Yeah, it’s a little weird,” Callen commented, receiving a glare from his partner. “What, it is!”

“The point is, you get yourself a partner, then you can drive whenever you want,” Sam told Kensi as they rounded the corner into the bullpen. Kensi raised a finger, not about to be blamed for the string of short-lives partners she’d had in the past year.

“It’s not my fault that none of the guys Hetty sends me work out. They just can’t take a-Deeks, what are you doing here?”

He was lounging in “his” seat, looking greatly amused.

“I thought you already gave Hetty your statement last week,” Callen added suspiciously.

“I did, but she called me this morning, at 6AM might I add, and said she needed to speak with me. Urgently.

“Why?” Kensi asked. His face still bore faint bruises from his encounter with Davies, but overall he looked good. More than he had any right to.

“I have no idea. She just said she needed to talk to me about something,” he explained, shrugging. “Actually, I’m supposed to be in court right now, but Hetty called the judge and got the hearing pushed back. And Judge Dansit doesn’t do favors for anyone.” He shook his head. “She’s a little terrifying.”

“Well, you must’ve gotten something wrong in your report,” Sam said, eyeing Deeks distastefully.

“I’m a lawyer, Agent Hanna,” Deeks said and Kensi noticed the pointed use of Sam’s title. “we live in the details. We’re the guys who make sure your cases are by the book. I didn’t make a mistake.”

Sam seemed surprised by Deeks’ adamant, no none sense response. Callen looked between them, apparently reluctant to interrupt their stare off.

“Alright then, well I’ll let Hetty know you’re here,” he said. Deeks held up a lazy hand.

“She already knows. I ran into Eric on the way in-which remind me, you guys could probably do with some better security-and he let her know. Apparently she’s in a meeting with some senator.” He managed to rattle off without taking a breath. Kensi was mildly impressed. Sam just looked annoyed again.

He smirked at Kensi and she folded her arms over her chest, silently going to her desk. Now that her initial reaction to seeing him had subsided some, she’d remembered how things had ended the other night.

“I’m going to the gym,” she announced, abruptly standing back up, enjoying the way Deeks’ expression fell before she turned away.

***

“Oh man, I don’t know what you did, but you are in trouble,” Sam said, chuckling to himself. Deeks frowned and gestured down the hall to where Kensi had disappeared.

“You mean-I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t do anything to Kensi,” he insisted. It wasn’t strictly the truth, but it was close enough. Sam and Callen didn’t need to know what had occurred between them in his kitchen.

“Uh-huh, then why is she so pissed at you?”

“Whatever it is, I suggest you invest in a lot of chocolate,” Callen said distractedly as he searched for something on his desk. He glanced up at Deeks and added, “And maybe a bullet proof vest.”

“This is ridiculous,” Deeks said, standing up. “I’ll just go talk with her.”

“It’s been nice knowing you, Deeks.” He ignored them, heading in the direction Kensi had gone. After wandering a little bit, he found the gym. Surprisingly, no one stopped him along the way.

Kensi was beating the crap out of a practice dummy, her fists and feet making sharp noises with each impact. For a second he wondered if he should wait until she was less likely to kick him. Then he pulled in a deep breath and walked to the center of the room.

He watched her for another minute, impressed with her level of skill.

“If that guy was real, I think he’d be dead by now,” Deeks commented. He saw Kensi’s shoulder jerk before she froze, her gloved hands clenching into fists.

“I came here to be alone,” she said shortly, her gaze focused downward. Deeks shrugged, even though she couldn’t see him.

“I know.”

“Yet you followed me anyway.” She resumed punching the dummy, even more aggressively than before.

“You wanna tell me why you’re so angry with me?” he asked and she let out an incredulous chuckle, finally spinning around. She was wearing a bright blue sports bra and workout pants. With considerable effort, he pulled his gaze away from her golden skin.

“If you don’t know, then we don’t need to have this conversation,” she said, shaking her head. She seemed disappointed, more than he would have expected given that they’d met less than two weeks ago.

“If this is about me almost kissing you-“

“Of course it is, you idiot!” She made a frustrated noise and in a movement so quick her arm was a blur, she punched him.

“Ow!” Deeks yelped, surprised for a moment. “That’s gonna bruise.”

“Good,” Kensi said, crossing her arms over her chest with a satisfied smirk.

“Geez, I didn’t think you get this mad about me almost kissing you,” he said and Kensi shook her head, stalking closer to him.

“First of all, I’m not mad, I’m angry. Secondly, I’m angry at you for stopping.” Deeks paused for a moment, stunned into silence. Then he grinned.

“Really?” Kensi rolled her eyes in disgust. “So, what you’re saying is that you wanted me to kiss you?”

“That is not what I said at all,” she protested, flushing a little. Deeks stepped even closer and watched her swallow harshly.

“Liar. You totally want me to kiss you. In fact, I would argue, that right now, you’re wondering what it would be like to kiss me,” he goaded her, delighted at the furious expression it produced. For a second he thought she was going to hit him again, but she ended up placing her fists on her hips.

“Fight me for it.” He frowned, completely thrown off track.

“What?”

“If you want a kiss, fight me,” she clarified, jutting her chin at him. “If you win, I’ll kiss you. If you lose...” she grinned. “Well, I’ll have to think about what you owe me.”

“I’m not exactly dressed for a sparring match,” he pointed out, gesturing to his jeans and t-shirt. Kensi rolled her eyes again.

“If I can take down a two hundred pound body guard while I’m wearing heels and a miniskirt, then I think you’ll be fine. Or maybe you think you can’t handle it.”

“Oh, I can definitely handle it.” He reached into his pocket and removed his phone, keys, and wallet, tossing them on a foam mat to the side. “Do your worst.” He spread his arms wide.

Kensi narrowed her eyes, lifting her hands to chest level and adopting a fighting pose. In the back of his mind, he remembered his still tender ribs. The inevitable pain was worth it, he decided. Plus, he wasn’t about to back down from a challenge issued by Special Agent Kensi Blye.

“You are so dead.” He just barely evaded her first kick, jumping back quickly and edging around her in a circle. Kensi charged him, ramming him hard enough with her upper body to move him back several feet.

Grasping her shoulder, he flipped her onto her back. Kensi stared up at him for a moment in apparent astonishment and he nodded, feeling pretty pleased with himself.

“I taught self defense classes in college,” he informed her with a grin. Kensi glared at him, suddenly kicking out and swiping his legs out from underneath him. As he fell, she flipped him onto his back and growled,

“And I have a black belt in karate.” She tried do hold him down with her knee, but he reared up, dislodging her. They each gained and lost control several more times; Kensi definitely had an edge on him skill wise, but he was able to use his size and weight to his advantage.

Kensi also played a lot dirtier than he did. She has zero compulsion about hitting him anywhere she could reach while he tried more evasive tactics.

“Is that all you got, Blye?” he panted. She growled again, running at him and wrapped her legs around his upper body. He lost his balance and as he fell to the ground, she clamped his head in between her thighs.

“Um, is this a bad time to interrupt?” A hesitant voice asked. Deeks craned his head, which was fairly painful in his current position, and found Eric Beale looking down at them with a vaguely disturbed expression.

“Nope,” Kensi told him, releasing her hold on Deeks. “You came just in time.” She ruffled his hair obnoxiously and then whispered, “I win.”

“I can come back later.” Deeks had a feeling Eric would love any reason to escape right now. “You’re good, Eric.” She jumped to her feet and offered Deeks a hand. He took it and pulled himself to his feet with a groan. He was definitely gonna have bruises tomorrow.

“That was pretty impressive,” Deeks said, still breathing heavily.

“Did I forget to mention I’m pretty much versed in all mixed martial arts?” she asked, grinning.

“It’s ok, I’ll just know better for next time.” She laughed. Actually it was more of a terrifying cackle and he stared at her in alarm.

“Oh my god, that is hilarious.” She patted him on the shoulder condescendingly. “You will never beat me,” she leaned in closer, “so I guess you’ll just have to win your prize some other way.”

As she walked out of the gym, Eric turned to Deeks.

“What was-never mind, I don’t want to know.” He put up a hand before Deeks could respond to his half asked question. “Hetty’s waiting.”