Some Like It Hot!

By Phillydi

Chapter 5

Kensi and Deeks are out of breath by the time they reach the Mission parking lot. After a quick shower, change of clothes and a debriefing from Eric, the two agents head out to meet their contact.

"I can't believe you whipped me with that towel back there," Deeks whines.

"Oh you're such a baby Deeks and besides you deserved it," Kensi responds.

"What? How did I deserve that?"

"By initiating this whole challenge," quips Kensi.

"Well at least Hetty enjoyed it. And what's with the packing left comment? Am I going to have to worry that every time we talk, you're going to be staring at my junk! That's just not right."

Deeks glances over at Kensi who is looking straight ahead with a crooked smile on her face.

"Look, can we just concentrate on the mission Deeks?" Kensi asks.

"I don't know if I can, I just feel so violated right now," Deeks pouts.

"Give me a break Deeks…men do it all the time to women," Kensi complains and rolls her eyes.

"Yeah but that doesn't make it right either," Deeks says seriously.

Kensi looks over at Deeks to be sure he's just teasing her. Deeks keeps a straight face but Kensi can tell that he's trying hard not to smile.

Kensi's phone rings.

"Callen?"

"Sam and I just left the Mission and we've headed for your location," says Callen. "We just got word from Nell that the call you received last night came from a well known Venice Beach pimp. Turner's got a rap sheet as long as your arm, including suspected murder and extortion. We may have found our ring leader in this case. We'll be outside the house in case you need us."

"Ok, thanks," says Kensi. "Callen, is everybody alright back there?"

"We'll survive…. despite ourselves Kensi," Callen laughs.

"Just worried about Hetty," Kensi adds.

"She's fine. The old girl will be around long after we're gone. But I don't think she's ready for a rematch anytime soon."

"Well I guess I won then!" Kensi cries out and pumps her hands in the air.

"Sorry Kensi! You're breaking up…"

"This isn't over, you know," Kensi yells into her phone as her conversation with Callen has abruptly ended.

"You heard Callen. Hetty's out." Kensi smirks.

Deeks pulls up in front of the house. "We'll continue this later, shall we?" Deeks grumbles.

"You bet your boots, cowboy!"

Kensi and Deeks walk up to the small suburban house that has seen better days.

"Charming," Deeks comments as he studies the neglected property. Aluminum siding is tattered and hanging from the front of the house. Window screens are ripped and a collection of old newspapers line the walkway.

"What does your spidey sense tell you Deeks?" Kensi asks.

"That this house has been vacant for awhile and they probably use it as a front. I doubt if anyone has been living here in a long time by the look of the yellowed news papers."

"Yeah, who wouldn't want to take a kid away from all this?" Kensi wonders. "I'd give them any amount of money they asked for, wouldn't you?"

Deeks didn't have time to respond as the front door swings open suddenly.

"What do you want?"

The agents are accosted by a tall man dressed in jeans and a ripped t-shirt. If this was their pimp, he certainly wasn't spending his money on clothes or accommodations.

"Yeah, hi I'm Chris Thomas and this is my wife Lucinda," says Deeks. "We're looking for Jess Turner."

"That's me. You come about the baby?"

"Is it still up for adoption?" Kensi asks.

"Yeah if you want to call it that," Turner drawls. He lets the door open wider and motions them to enter the house. Deeks gives Kensi his standard 'be careful look' as she walks through the door first.

"Cindi," he calls out gruffly. "We got company." A small, petite woman with light brown hair and sunken eyes slowly enters the living room. Her stained maternity blouse is thread bare in spots and her belly fills the bottom half, looking ready to burst. Her hand sits on the small of her back as she looks suspiciously at Deeks.

"When are you due?" Kensi asks.

"Soon," she answers as she places her hand protectively on her extended belly.

"Well that narrows it down," Deeks says under his breath.

"Enough small talk, so you want to talk business or not?" Turner presses Deeks.

"Well, we want to adopt but we would like to know more, like if it's a boy or a girl, is it healthy and what kind…."

Kensi interrupts Deeks and addresses Turner.

"Excuse me, do you mind if I use your bathroom? Weak bladder, sorry."

"Down the hall," Turner points the way.

Deeks knows Kensi is up to something but he tries to keep the conversation moving to distract Turner.

Kensi walks slowly down the hall and looks back as she passes the bathroom. She surveys the first bedroom but keeps going until she finds the room that confirms her suspicions. In a corner, an old crib is pushed up against the wall and a small bundle of cotton and felt is jumbled against the wooden bars. An infant is asleep peacefully sucking on his thumb and breathing softly. Kensi picks the child up gently.

"Deeks, there's a baby back here. Momma Cindi has already giving birth. This is a complete sham," Kensi whispers.

Deeks smiles at the unlikely couple and taps his foot impatiently and crosses his arms.

"What's taking her so long?" Turner asks.

"Well you know woman and their bladders. Oh, what am I talking about?" Deeks points to Cindi. "Of course you would know all about that."

Turner starts down the hall and Deeks can see from the outline in his back pocket that he is packing.

Deeks immediately follows Turner, who spins abruptly around and pulls out his gun. Deeks ducks quickly into the bathroom.

"Kensi," he yells. "Get out of there now, he's armed!" Deeks peeks around the door and gets rewarded by a bullet ricocheting off the wall next to his head.

"Callen, we could use a little help in here?" Deeks yells louder as he takes cover again in the bathroom.

"We're closing in," Callen answers.

Deeks looks around and can see he's trapped in the bathroom with only an exhaust window as an escape route. In the distance, he can hear the sound of a door exploding into the living room. Callen has sent a bullet through the lock and has kicked the door open. Sam follows and points his weapon at the woman cowering in the corner.

"Watch her," Callen orders.

Deeks has his back plastered against the wall of the bathroom and he can hear Turner running down the hall closer to his location.

"Deeks, where are you?" Callen calls out.

Callen rushes down the hall just as Turner reaches Deeks.

"NCIS! Put down your weapon Turner!" Callen commands as he extends his gun.

Turner turns to fire at Callen. Instead, he is hit first by Callen and then Deeks who whips out from around his cover. Turner falls to the ground. Callen and Deeks stand over Turner with their guns still aimed at the suspect. Deeks kicks Turner's weapon out of the way and kneels down to feel for a pulse.

"Dead," Deeks informs Callen who turns to walk away.

"Callen," Deeks calls out. "Thanks."

Callen looks back over his shoulder and smiles at Deeks.

"All in a day's work for the Three Musketeers."

Hetty joins the team in the bullpen for a debriefing after the team returns to the Mission.

"What I want to know Ms. Blye is what made you suspect that the woman wasn't really pregnant and that her baby was in the house?" Hetty asks.

"Well there were a couple of clues," Kensi begins. "The girl was lactating; you could see it on her blouse. Of course you can lactate during pregnancy but I figured she could have given birth already too." Kensi continues. "Also she hadn't been sleeping. Did you see the circles under her eyes? Something was keeping her up at nights. And the final piece to the puzzle was a dirty pacifier on the table next to the couch. Put them all together and I was sure I would find a baby somewhere in that house."

"You're a regular Miss Marple, aren't you?" Deeks smiles at his partner.

"Lt. Worley and his spouse have confirmed this is the pair who extorted the $10,000 from them," said Eric as he displays a picture of Turner and Cindi on the small monitor. "They were just one of many who were duped by Turner. It seems he had a very lucrative operation when his Janes became pregnant. He would force them to sell the babies but also scam as many couples before the baby was born with promises of adoptions that never happen."

"It's amazing what people will do when they want a baby so bad," Kensi adds.

"LAPD has taken over the case and they inform us that Cindi or AKA Cynthia Willis is the sister of one of the dance studio instructors," Nell informs the group. "They arrested the sister and the owner of the studio who was in on the act as well, so with Turner dead it looks like the baby trafficking business is affectively out of business."

"Too bad I won't get a change to teach that Zumba class, I really enjoyed leading our workout challenge," Kensi laments and turns to the group. "Speaking of which…"

"Yes, Ms. Blye since I feel totally responsible for not being able to finish the challenge, it is only fair that I make amends," Hetty says as she pulls out a small leather book from her pocket.

"No, this was a team effort Hetty we can't let you take full responsibility for the loss," Sam looks at Deeks and Callen.

"Yeah, he's right Hetty, it's only fair we all chip in for those shoes," Deeks agrees.

"Well, I was hoping that Ms. Blye would accept this prize in lieu of the shoes." Hetty leans over the desk, opens up the leather book and scribbles a few lines and rips out the check. She hands the piece of paper over to Kensi.

"It's a check made out to the Navy-Marine Relief Society for five thousand dollars!" Kensi marvels. "That's very generous of you Hetty."

"Please present it to them in your name, Ms. Blye," Hetty smiles.

"I'd be honored. Thank you," Kensi says.

"And as for my Three Musketeers, you made a valiant attempt to save king and country, so as a reward you will get your feast at Spago's as my treat." She hands Deeks a credit card. "I trust you will use it wisely Mr. Deeks?" Hetty asks.

"Of course, Hetty. Thank you," Deeks says in appreciation.

"Enjoy. And good work!" Hetty turns to leave the bullpen.

"Wait up Hetty," Callen calls out and walks her to her office.

"So are you really unable to continue the challenge?"Callen whispers.

Hetty just smiles.

"I thought so. Saving my butt one more time, I see. What did I tell you about that?" Callen asks.

"What matters is you tried Mr. Callen. And I appreciated the effort," Hetty explains.

"So do I get a gold star for playing well with others?"

"It will be duly noted," Hetty smiles at her senior agent and walks into her office.

Much later that evening, Kensi challenges Deeks to a private dance competition of their own.

Man it's a hot one

Like seven inches from the midday sun

I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone

But you stay so cool…..

"Que lindo, Corazon," Kensi whispers into Deeks' ear.

Kensi has her back to Deeks with her right arm wrapped tightly around his neck pulling him closer. She is swaying seductively to the music of Santana, while brushing Deeks lightly with her every movement and sending shivers up his spine.

"Me vuelves loca," Deeks moans as he sweeps his hands down her long curvy body pulling her hard against his chest.

"I drive you crazy, hmmm?" Kensi turns slowly around to face Deeks. She drapes her arms up to encircle his neck and smiles up at her beautiful lover.

You got the kind of lovin that can be so smooth

Give me your heart, make it real

Or let's forget about it.

"Te deseo," Deeks pleads as he cups her soft face in his hands.

"How much do you want me Deeks?" Kensi teases as she keeps in time with the sexy Latin rhythm.

"There is no man in the world who will ever want you as much as I want you right now, including Roberto." Deeks looks deep into her eyes.

"You do know he could never take your place, mi amante?" Kensi murmurs sweetly and places a light string of kisses on his neck. "But you're ever so cute when you're jealous."

Deeks wraps his arms tightly around Kensi to claim her body and soul. His kiss is possessive and all encompassing. This woman is his and the whole world would know about it by the time he is done with her tonight.

Deeks sweeps Kensi off her feet and begins to carry her into the bedroom.

"Wait, we're not done with our dance challenge," she laughs.

"We'll do all our dancing under the sheets from now on, if you don't mind?" Deeks is a man on a mission.

"Mind? Never," Kensi sighs and leans her head on Deeks chest. As they leave the room, the sexy melody lingers on…

My munequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa

You're my reason for reason

The step in my groove

And if you say life ain't good enough

I would give my world to lift you up

I could change my life to better suit your mood

Cause you're so smooth.

Fin

I hope you enjoyed all the shenanigans that went on in this story. It was fun to show another side to our heroes. Let me know what you think….and thanks for all your great reviews and giving me some terrific ideas as I went along.