Hey guys! I'm back with another NCIS:LA fic and I promise that this Densi fic isn't quite as angsty as my first one. That doesn't mean to say that there are some elements of angst within this fic.

I'm not really good at keeping up with multi-chapter fics, but I'll try and do my best. Yes, you read the words that I typed. Multi-chapter.

I was kind of mean (in a bad mood because of stuff) and left you guys with a sorta cliffhanger. Nothing major, just something to get a medieval riot started. :P

I kind of love love triangles and the Kensi-Deeks-Talia one is no exception. Not to mention the fact that jealous Kensi is awesome to watch and write! This idea had been stirring in my head for weeks now and I finally settled on a plot and setting. (Not really. It was always the same. Though, I never expected this chapter to end like this.)

Anyways, enjoy~

Oh, congratulations are in order for Daniela Ruah and David Olsen on their marriage! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS:LA or any of the characters.

Kensi was definitely not the jealous type.

Okay, maybe that wasn't the truth. If she had to admit it, she really was the jealous type. Especially, when the subject of her affections and object of jealousy was one witty, shaggy haired, blonde detective.

Ugh.

She threw her head onto her desk and into her arms.

What the hell did she do to have life throw a bunch of curveballs at her and make her life a living hell? At least, Callen and Sam were fine.

The team had stayed up all night in OSP to track down the submarine that Callen and Sam were trapped in. Not to mention, capture whoever was responsible for it.

However, in the process of all the saving, Hetty had thought it was a good idea to let Talia into the mission. You know, with the urgent case at hand and the high priority mission needing all the help that was available. Kensi had been glad to get all available help to rescue the other half of the team. If only, it hadn't been Talia that was the one that was helping.

If the circumstances had been different, Kensi would've probably taken a liking to the DEA agent, but under the current circumstances, Kensi loathed her.

She knew she was being petty, but she couldn't help it. It was Deeks.

…

"You were on another assignment the last time we hooked up."

…

Hooked up? What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

Ugh.

On top of all her problems, Hetty had appointed Talia as the DEA liaison for NCIS: Office of Special Projects. Occasionally, of course. Unlike Deeks' liaison position, Talia's was part-time.

Oh, how much she hated Hetty right now. If this was Hetty's way of trying to get her and Deeks together, it was a pretty lousy one.

"What I could use after a long day like this is a nice cold beer. You guys in?"

At Deeks' voice, she rose up from her position and laid back onto her chair. Sam and Callen were by their desks packing up to go home, Nell and Eric were descending down the stairs, and Deeks & Talia were standing awfully close to each other in front of the entrance of the bullpen.

Ugh.

"I just want to go home, kiss my wife, tuck in my kids, and have a normal day for a little while," Sam smiled apologetically at Deeks. "Nice working with you, Agent Del Compo. I guess we'll see you around here more often now."

"I guess so," she replied with a smile. She shook hands with Callen and Sam as they walked out.

"What? Callen, you're not going?" Deeks called after Callen.

Callen shook his head and didn't even turn back before responding, "I got a date."

A smile came to Kensi's face. Good for Callen.

Deeks turned around as Eric and Nell walked by him.

"What about you two?"

Nell shook her head. "Tired."

Deeks gave her a disappointing glare, but he relented.

"Eric san?"

Eric shook his head.

"You guys are no fun." The two technology wizards parted apologetically as Deeks turned to Kensi.

"Please, please tell me that you're in, Kens."

Deeks had that pouty face on.

As much as she wanted to spend her night with Deeks and Talia, she refused.

"After a night like tonight, I just wanna go and visit my mom."

She knew how pathetic that sounded to someone who didn't know the full story; i.e.: Talia.

But she didn't give a shit.

Okay, that was a flat-out lie, but still.

Deeks nodded in understanding. "Tell her, Marty says hi."

Kensi gave him a small smile as she picked up her stuff and headed towards them. "Will do."

As Kensi walked past them, she doubled back for a quick second and added, "Thanks for taking care of my mom while I was out. You know, vaguely looping her in."

Deeks gave her a small smile of his own in return and replied, "No problem. She makes a mean lasagna. I have no idea how you can be related to her. Your cooking sucks." He teased her. In all honesty, she loved his teasing. She would never, ever admit that publicly though. Especially not to Deeks.

Kensi turned to leave, but she quickly doubled back again. "Oh! Sorry, I almost forgot." She dug around her bag for something. She half-expected him to crack a joke about how messy she was. Actually, she fully expected it. Maybe it was the third party - *ahem* Talia *ahem* - in the room that was restricting him.

She finally took out the thing she had been looking for and tossed it over at Deeks.

"A ball?" Deeks asked curiously.

"For Monty. Marine on one of the bases gave it to me. Asked me if I had a dog. Just said yes." That made Deeks smile.

She smiled.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

Kensi turned back around and walked towards the double doors and this time she didn't double back. Before she pushed the doors open, she heard Deeks distant voice as the two of them walked the other way.

"Guess it's just you and me, partner."

And that just damn well broke her heart.

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