She was always washing her car. In the last three weeks she had washed it four times. He knew she didn't have OCD or anything like that. She was just picky when it came to her car. Her standards of her house and of her car were like chalk and cheese. It wasn't that he had a problem with her washing her car; it just seemed so unlike Kensi to keep her car so clean and sparkling. It was as if there was car Kensi and house Kensi.

He pulled up short in front of her house. The next thing Deeks saw made him feel as if his eyes were about to fall out of his head.

There was Kensi Blye. Special Agent Kensi Blye dressed in a soaking white tank top, which clung to each and every luscious curve. Her tiny denim pants helped showcase her gorgeously long legs. Her outfit left little to the male imagination. Deeks couldn't help but smirk. He couldn't resist one little dig to push her buttons, while he stared at her chest.

"Yo Fern, didn't you wash that car yesterday?" There was a hint of laughter in his voice as he waited for her reaction.

Kensi straightened up, a scowl etched on her face. "Nothing wrong with having a clean car."

"You know maybe if you spent as much time cleaning your house as you did your car, maybe TV producers would spend less time wanting you to go on another episode of Packrats: Hoarders Extraordinaire."

Kensi grinned maliciously. "Has anyone ever tried to punch you?"

Deeks smirked back casually. "Who would want to punch this pretty face."

Kensi took a step closer to her partner. She could see his adam's apple bob as he gulped. Kensi felt like a wolf cornering a deer.

She began to run her hands up Deeks' chest, he tensed. She smiled seductively, taking obvious pleasure at his discomfort.

She began to mutter his names as she kissed his neck. He groaned in ecstasy. "Deeks…Oh Deeks…Yeah Deeks…"

Special Agent Kensi Blye groaned as she nudged her partner awake. Marty Deeks had fallen asleep, on a stakeout, again.