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Here's another Sam and Kensi . . . multi-chaptered, I hope.

This is set right after "Ambush" and contains quite a few spoilers, so if you haven't seen it yet, you might want to go over to the CBS site first and watch it--it's a good one! Just don't forget to come back, please!


Kenzi managed to hold onto her adrenaline-induced temper until almost everyone had left the locker room.

She stalked toward her prey on silent feet, but he turned before she reached him. "If you ever do anything like that again," she snarled, "I'll--I'll--"

"You'll what?" he said. If he'd smirked, she could have hit him, but he looked completely serious.

She sighed and unclenched her fists. "I'll get out of the way and back you up. But, damn it, Sam," she said, smacking his chest. "You scared the hell out of me!"

"Hey, ow." He reached out and pulled her into his arms. "I know. It wasn't a high point for me, either--I'm not the cowboy around here."

"I know." she said, snaking her arms around his waist. "Calculated risk."

"Yeah. Plus I knew you and Renko had our backs. You two kept us alive until the cavalry arrived." He rtubbed her back in slow circles.

"Yeah, well. . . " She rested her chin on his chest. "It was your idea to make us into a battalion."

"And whose slick idea was it to bounce a laser sight off Callen's head?"

She grinned. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time."

"I hear you." He kissed the top of her head and let her go. "Don't tell Mike I gave him any credit. He's worse than Callen."

"Did I hear someone taking my name in vain?" Renko sauntered in and stopped at a locker. "Just where I left it," he said, fiddling with the lock. He opened the door, grabbed a gray gym bag and began stuffing various things into it. "I don't know about you guys, but I've done enough damage for one day."

"Finish your report?" asked Sam.

"Hetty won't be back until tomorrow. I thought I'd type it up at home and send it in."

"Living dangerously," said Sam, shaking his head.

"You know it," said Mike. "Mind if I run a load of laundry tonight?" he asked Kensi, lifting the bag.

"Please," she said. "Run two. In fact, run all of it. Start with that nasty-looking pile in the corner of my living room."

"Yes, ma'am. See you back at the ranch." He closed his locker and walked away. "See you, Sam," he called over his shoulder.

Kensi moved closer and grinned up at Sam. "So, since I saved your life and everything, what say you take me back to your place and show me a little gratitude?"

Sam stared at her. "You're the 'friend' Renko's living with?"

"Yeah," she said. "He needed someplace to bunk for a few days, and since Callen finally found a home--"

"He's sleeping in your house."

"He's sleeping on my couch." She stepped away and folded her arms. "What's the matter, Sam? You don't trust me?"

"I don't trust Renko. You know what he's like, Kensi, he's got no respect—"

"He's all talk. You know that. He's never laid a finger on me."

"Yet. I see how he looks at you when you--"

"So what? I can handle Renko if he starts anything."

"That's what I'm afraid of--" he stopped.

Her eyes widened. She nodded, lips pressure together. "Okay."

"Kensi, I didn't--"

"I have to trust you when you waltz unarmed into a camp full of paranoid mercenaries like a suicidal idiot, but you can't give me the benefit of the doubt when it comes to having a fellow agent—one of your friends, who saved your ass today--sleeping in my living room for a couple of nights." She walked to her locker, threw it open, yanked out her purse, and slammed the door shut. "I don't think it's Mike who's showing a lack of respect, here."

"Kensi—" he reached for her. " I didn't mean—"

"Don't, Sam. Just don't." She stomped out, narrowly missing Callen, who threw himself to one side and watched as she marched away.

"Whoa," he said, dropping onto a bench. "What did you do?"

Sam scrubbed his face with both hands. "Acted like a complete idiot."

"There isn't a chapter on dating co-workers in your Ultimate Agent Handbook?"

"Yeah--it's indexed under Mission Impossible." He looked at his partner. "Renko's sleeping on her couch."

"Really?" Callen raised his eyebrows. "Kensi's the 'friend' he was talking about?" He whistled. "I would have acted like an idiot, too. I've seen the way he looks at her when she--"

"Not helping, G."

"Right. You want me to move back in? I could have a little trouble with my loan."

"Thanks, but I'd better fix it on my own. 'Sides, she'd figure it out and shoot both of us."

"True,' said Callen, rubbing his chin. "She's good."

"She's very good."

Callen grinned. "Then you'd better get her back."


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