Previously on How Did We Get Here

Deeks and I haven't talked about the intimate kiss we shared 3 weeks ago. Deeks came back to work 2 weeks ago and got re-evaluated and had his psych test he is now cleared for field work. We've had a few open and close cases nothing major.

I'm on my way to work and stopping off to get my normal coffee and donuts. I'm going to have to talk to Deeks at some point. I just can't bring myself to do it. What if he doesn't like me anymore? What if he doesn't think we can make it anymore? What if he thinks he's given me... us enough chances? What if... what if... I'll never know unless I talk to him, I'll just have to be brave and accept it. My father once told me that 'a life lived in fear is not a life lived at all.' So I need to live my life and talk to Deeks, I'll ask him over tonight and I'll tell him then. Let's just hope he still wants us to be together.

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I arrive at OSP 10 minuties later and walk into the bullpen seeing Sam and Callen having another one of their normal friendly arguments, over, I have no idea.

"G, come on please"

"No I am not dressing up for your daughter's birthday, end of argument"

"Come on I already told her that Uncle Callen is going to be the best dressed princess there, now she can't wait to see you. She's all like Uncle Callen this and Uncle Callen that, so you have to." Says Sam etherising 'Uncle Callen' and 'princesses.

"You did WHAT! That's not fair. You're guilt tripping me to dress up, cause if I don't she will be really upset however if I do I will never live it down"

"Yea, Basically" Sam says chuckling.

"Fine BUT just remember, if ANY photos are shown around here I will personally make sure the... uh... photos of you..." Callen says making gestures with his hands, before Sam cuts him off.

"Yep, got it. No photos. None."

"Oh. My. God. Callen dressed as a princess. Deeks is going to have a field day." I manage to say before bursting out laughing

"Why uh... why am I going to have a field day?"

"Callen... dressed... as princess." I get out between laughs. Deeks' face light up like I haven't seen in a while, his smile is genuine. God I've missed that smile.

"Really 'cause I have to see that. Who wouldn't? On second thoughts a fully grown older male in a pink dress? Not particularly an image I want in my head... Do they even sell man sized princess dresses? Wow... uh... Callen I... uh totally support your decision to cross-dress everyone should be able to express themselves any way they see fit. So good on you man, just uh don't ask me for advice on what colour complements your completion. "Once Deeks finishes his rambling me and Sam are cracking up at Callen's facial expression.

"Wow, Deeks you've left the mighty G. Callen speechless." Sam gets out once he's recovered which was some time.

"Deeks I'm not a cross-dresser it was for Sam's daughter's birthday" Callen finally gets out once over the shock.

"You're going to go to a kid's party dressed as a princess. Do you want to scar them for life? I love kids and even I wouldn't be that low, unless I had my own mutant ninja assassins." As Deeks says this he looks me directly in the eye, his gaze is so intense it's like were the only ones there.

WHISTLE

"No-one will see Callen in a dress, unless we get this case done. Let's go!" Eric said bring me a Deeks out of our gaze.

We all head up to OPS Deeks and I go to our normal place behind the island. As we stand our arms brush against each other sending chills down my spine. I have this feeling every time he innocently touches, taps or brushes against me; it makes me just want to stop and kiss him but we need to talk first.

Deeks' POV

I need to talk to Kensi about getting bad pictures of Callen in a dress. Huh... Kensi... All I ever think about is Kensi and how I messed up. We have stopped having 'partner bonding' nights; where we just ate bad food and watched bad TV or movie. Where we would end up cuddling; her head on my shoulder, hand on my stomach as I pull her in to me by the waist. I miss them, those nights. I need to talk to her, tell her how I feel not just show her. I don't just want a physical relationship; I want her, all of her. I love her; I am in love with her. Her bad houmer; her lack of the correct use of touché; her sometimes scary laugh; her smile; her eyes the ones I can get lost in; her body; her mind; her tomboyish nature at work but also letting go with me and being more girly; our banter; flirting; playful fights (mostly her hitting me); our thing.

"Deeks?" I snap out of my deep thought by the person I was thinking about. I realise I have zoned out on the hole briefing, everyone else has left.

"Sorry I must have zoned out."

"It's ok, I covered for you. Come on Hetty wants to talk to us. We're trying to trace a domestic terrorist leader and we don't know who or what he looks like."

With that we walk out of OPS and down to Hetty's office. Kensi and I take a seat as Hetty closes her laptop and takes a sip of her tea.

"Are we in trouble? 'Cause I feel like we're in trouble."

"Did you do something wrong Detective?"

"No...No I don't think so."

"Great. Now you and Miss Blye will be going undercover in a gated community where we believe the Leader of the terrorist group is staying."

"Ok, what are our aliases and when do we go under?"

"You will be Mr Jake Tyrell and Mrs Lucy Tyrell. You go under now so head over to wardrobe and get ready there is a LandRover outside with in and directions to your undercover house. Go."

We get up and head to wardrobe putting on our undercover clothes. We head into separate changing rooms, I put on black trousers with a blue shirt that I tuck in. as I step out I look in the mirror and see that the shirt matches my eyes perfectly and I have to say I look dashing.

As I admire myself Kensi steps out in a pale green summer dress that fits her perfectly, she looks stunning. I notice her noticing me looking her up and down and she blushes ever so slightly, I don't tell her I noticed 'cause I don't want to ruin the moment.