Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: NCIS: Los Angeles
Word Count: 1,468
Date Written: 15 September 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owner, not the author, and are used without permission.
“I still don’t believe you did this to me!” Kensi hissed through gritted teeth as she tried to subtly adjust her costume’s bodice.
“You said it couldn’t be a maid or a nurse.”
“Show a little originality!”
“I think,” Deeks said with a smile she knew he thought was cute, “Morticia Addams is very original. And it’s not like the costume shows a lot of skin.”
“Look at how low it’s cut! Carolyn Jones never wore her dress this low on the show!”
“Aha!” Deeks exclaimed triumphantly, his smile both widening and brightening until a part of Kensi wanted to slap it off of his good-looking face. “You did watch the show!”
“Everybody watched the show,” Kensi replied with a roll of her eyes. “It doesn’t mean that all the female fans wanted to be Morticia!”
“No,” Deeks admitted, “you’re probably more of a Wednesday Addams. Cut off any dolls’ heads lately?”
Kensi glared at her partner. Still grinning, Deeks just chuckled. Pulling her closer, his arm still linked with hers, he whispered to her, “I could’ve gone Elvira.”
She narrowed her blazing eyes at him. “And I wouldn’t have been caught dead in the damn thing.”
“Come on. It’s all for the sake of the mission.”
“Next time, I pick the costumes.”
“I’m not wearing whatever caveman or clown costume you drag up.”
“Is that what you think I think of you?”
“Don’t you?” he asked, one shaggy, dark eyebrow raised in question.
She glowered at him again, but then relented just a slight bit, “I could have gone Scooby Doo. You already have Shaggy’s haircut.”
“Then you’d have to be Daphne,” he said with a low whistle. “I could live with that!”
She slapped his arm.
“Ow! You’d have to be Daphne, though, unless you wanted to be the dog. We already have a Velma. Or would you want to be Fred? That’s it, isn’t it? You’d wanna be Fred.”
Kensi almost growled at him, but the sound died in her throat as she heard laughter in her earpiece.
“All right, you two,” Callen’s voice sounded in their ears. “Our targets are out on the dance floor.”
“We should dance.”
“No way -- “
“You wanna get closer to them or not?” Deeks asked, turning and bowing to her.
She had to admit, even if only to herself, that he did clean up nice. Gomez’s suit hugged his body in all the right places. At least he wasn’t the only one in a costume so tight that it left little room in which to move. “I do, but -- “
“Then come on,” he said, grinning and tugging her out onto the dance floor. He removed a prop from his pocket; she was surprised to see it was a black rose. He clenched the rose in his big, white teeth and began to turn her onto the dance floor.
She knew the moves. She had been an avid fan of The Addams Family, though that was another thing she would never admit. He was right, though: She was far more of a Wednesday Addams than a Morticia. She’d never have Morticia’s body or passion, but she could chop heads off all day. He murmured something around the rose, but she couldn’t tell what he was saying. She narrowed her eyes. He motioned for her to take the rose from him, but another glare stopped him short. He removed the rose from his own mouth and, while continuing to dance with her, said, “You can’t blame a guy for having fantasies.”
“Is that what this is?”
“Yeah,” he said quietly, looking up at her with surprising humility. “Getting to turn a woman like you around on the dance floor is a fantasy come true. Rather you’re Morticia, Elvira, a sexy nurse, a bad librarian, . . . or just Kensi Blye, NCIS agent extraordinaire.”
She lowered her gaze. She couldn’t face him when he talked like that. “We should get off the dance floor,” she commented as the song came to an end. “Keep a closer eye on our perps.”
“We can watch them closer out here. They’re still dancing. Actually they’re doing a bit more than dancing. Besides -- Do you really want to cut the fantasy short so fast?”
Her high cheekbones burning, Kensi slowly raised her gaze back up to his. She’d always been able to tell when Deeks was lying or just fibbing to make himself sound better or tell a girl what she wanted to hear, but the truth she saw resonating in his gaze stunned her speechless. She froze in that moment, and it wasn’t until she heard a familiar voice crackling over her ear comm that she was able to move again.
“Wow!” Nell exclaimed in her ear. “Don’t worry, Kens. No one else can hear me. Well, except for Eric, but he doesn’t count -- except for how Deeks counts to you, partners and all that.”
And all that, Kensi thought. Yeah, she knew just how Nell meant. Neither of them wanted their partners to just be partners, but they also didn’t want to risk losing their friends or their status in the team. Getting together with one’s partner and then breaking up was a sure fire way to ruin a woman’s friendship with guys and her career. She’d seen too many police women suffer that very problem in the time she’d been a cop and an agent.
“But how can you say ‘no’ to that?” Nell continued. “I mean, it’s Halloween. Everyone has a fantasy, and everyone wants a chance to live it just a little.” She dropped her voice to a hushed whisper as she added, “Besides, I definitely wouldn’t mind being someone’s fantasy. Maybe that’s something you’re used to, but I’m not. Is it really that bad a thing?”
Kensi smiled despite herself. Nell was right. She could get away with this. It was all in the line of duty, after all, and being someone’s fantasy, especially Deeks’, wasn’t exactly a bad feeling. “Fine,” she said, gritting her teeth to make her partner think she was still reluctant. “One more. That’s it.”
Deeks grinned from ear to ear like he’d just won a grand prize. She realized, as he spun her around, that there were plenty of other, more beautiful women at this costume party. There were sexy nuns and nurses, bad librarians, stripper cops, and even a couple of Elviras. Her costume had more cloth than just about any other woman there. Yet Deeks wasn’t looking at any of them; he wasn’t even glancing. His eyes were steadily on hers.
He put the rose back in his mouth. Holding it between his teeth, he dipped her and brought her slowly back up. Her heart beat in her throat and ears as she began to angle her mouth to receive the rose from him. But just then, their comms sounded again. “They’re on the move!”
“Damn it!” she hissed before she could stop herself.
She would not have thought it possible, but Deeks’ grin became even bigger at her slip. He winked down at her. “We’ll continue this later,” he said as he let her up.
“In your dreams,” she shot back as they broke into a run, following Callen’s and Sam’s calls. And in mine, she thought as she ran, glancing again at her truthfully quite handsome partner. Even if she never admitted it.
She wasn’t sure if their interrupted dance was a trick or a treat, but she did know a few things. She looked forward to her next excuse to let him spin her around a dance floor, and her next reason to let him hold her close. She looked forward to the next Halloween spent with him, the next night, and the next year. She looked forward, she cussed silently as she finally accepted the truth, to every moment spent with her partner, her best friend, and the guy who came closest to lighting the fire she claimed not to have -- but most certainly did whenever he was near. She remembered calling him Shaggy, thought about his shaggy hair running across her breasts, her neck, her mouth --
She blushed and cut off her own thoughts as she leapt onto her target. She wouldn’t be the only woman upset this Halloween, but their perps would spend far more than just one haunting night trapped behind bars. They’d spend their lives behind bars for the crimes they’d committed and what they’d been planning to do, but she . . . Maybe she didn’t have to live the rest of her life behind bars. Maybe she could have a little freedom, a little fantasy in her life. Maybe she could let herself think of Deeks as possibly being more than a friend and a partner. But again, she’d never say it out loud.