A/N: Couldn't let the day go by without throwing together something for our fave couple on Valentine's Day. This one is inspired by my recent foray into Trivia Night. Enjoy!
"Oh my god. Oh. My. God." Deeks sat at his desk in the tiny back office of the Squid and Dagger, head in his hands as he stared at the computer in front of him.
"Babe? You back here?" Kensi's voice floated toward him but all he could do was continue to look blankly at the screen until she finally came and found him. "Hey, what's going on?"
He turned to look at her, his hair mussed from frantically running his hands through it, eyes slightly wide with panic. "It's over."
"What's over?" she asked.
"Valentine's Day. It's done. It's caput. Finito."
"Deeks, what are you talking about?" Kensi asked in the calm tone she reserved especially for her husband when he was spinning out over unreasonable things.
"I've ruined Valentine's Day," he said it in a pained whisper. "It's a mess. The whole thing."
"Deeks. Martin. Babe. Calm down," Kensi said. "It can't possibly be as bad as all that."
"Oh it is. It is as bad as all that. It's worse." He shook his head.
"Well why don't you tell me about it and we'll see what we can come up with. Whatever it is, I'm sure it's fixable."
"Fixable? Fixable. Right. You know the wine order? The one with all the special, sparkly wines with the fancy French names? It's not here. I asked Derek to check the other night when the rest of the inventory came in. And apparently he didn't. So I didn't find out until I got here tonight."
"Okay, that's not great, but it's not a Valentine's deal breaker."
Deeks shook his head. "The computer updated itself and dropped half the reservations. Two of the bartenders quit and the last one called in sick. And the woman who was coming to run the RomCom trivia got a corpse gig on CSI so she's not coming." He slumped in the chair. "We've got eighty people coming here in two hours and the whole thing is a disaster. We're done. This will ruin us. The Facebook comments alone will shut us down within two weeks."
"Honey, nobody goes on Facebook anymore."
"Maybe we can still cancel. It'll be bad, but not as bad as having everyone show up with no wine, no service, and no entertainment."
"We're not cancelling."
"Kensi, I don't think you really understand the situation we're in here!"
"Yes, as a Federal Agent I have no idea what it's like to be in a high pressure environment when everything is going down the toilet," she said dryly.
"We only have," he looked at his watch, "one hour and fifty-seven minutes to fix things. That's not enough time to hire another bartender. Or get the wine or new entertainment. And the reservation list is gone forever."
"Deeks. Love of my life," Kensi put her hands on his shoulders. "Would you please listen to me? I think I know something that might help."
Deeks firmly grasped her wrists and pushed her away, his eyes serious. "Baby, I love you so much, and you look sexy as hell in that red dress, and I really, really want to take it off you but now is NOT. THE. TIME."
"Oh my god," Kensi rolled her eyes. "As delightful as having sexy time with you in this teeny, tiny, smelly bar office sounds, that is not what I meant. I can help. With all of this."
"Seriously?" He looked skeptical, something she would remind him of later when they finally did get to some Valentine sexy time.
"Yeah. Seriously. Call Nell. She worked as a bartender in college. She and Eric were planning on coming anyway, I'm sure they won't mind helping out. He can take a look at the computer and try to fix the reservation issue. If you stay behind the bar with Nell and have Bertie run service we'll be fine."
"Okay," Deeks said slowly.
"Then call Hetty. She can get you the wine."
"But we'll owe her a favor." It was a mark of how well they both knew Hetty that he didn't question how their boss could procure said wine on such short notice.
"No you will owe her a favor. Do you want the special sparkly wine or not?"
"Point taken. Call Hetty, sign over first born child. Got it. But what about trivia? The people coming are all diehards. Only true romcom devotees choose to go to trivia night on Valentine's Day."
"Well," she slid onto his lap, looping an arm around his neck, "that is a tricky one. If only you knew someone who has watched 'Love Actually' every Christmas since 2003. Someone who can quote the entirety of 'Sleepless in Seattle' and paid a lot of money to go on a tour of famous romcom movie sites in New York the last time she was there."
He blinked at her. "You?"
"I'm honestly a little offended you didn't ask me in the first place."
"Are you sure? That's not going to be a very romantic evening for you."
"It'll be fun. Besides," she leaned close to whisper in his ear as she trailed a hand up his thigh, "I think we can find a way to make up for it later."
His sharp intake of breath told her she'd accomplished exactly what she'd wanted to. She'd drop a few hints later about the lacy underwear she was wearing to give him some incentive to close up quickly at the end of the night. Or maybe just leave the cleanup until tomorrow altogether.
She gave him a peck on the lips and then sashayed to the door. "Call Nell. Then Hetty. I'll go check and make sure the kitchen is ready for all these hungry lovebirds then start setting up the sound system."
"You're my favorite Valentine. You know that right?" Deeks called as she walked away.
She turned back and gave him a saucy smile. "Oh, I know."
A/N: At this point I assume Hetty is capable of anything, including getting fancy wine on short notice. Leave your love in the reviews!