#Kensi’s junk food habits

[ejzah]

Would you do a short fic where Kensi freaks out about Twinkies being discontinued and Deeks tries to help her? Then maybe a time jump to when Twinkies were brought back?

A/N: I feel like someone has done a fic on this before, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me. Hopefully my fuzzy memories of said fic won’t influence this one two much.

Also, elements of this are fairly ridiculous.

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Comfort Food

November 2012

“Oh my god,” Kensi gasped, stopping in the center of the bullpen as she stared down at her phone.

“What’s wrong?” Deeks asked with mild concern. She lifted her head, a distant, horrified look in her eye, and Deeks stomach sank.

“Something horrible,” she whispered.

“Is it—is someone sick?” He was by her side in a second, gently cupping her elbow. In all his time as her partner, Deeks had rarely seen Kensi so upset.

“No, it’s not like that.” She licked her bottom lip and gave the phone a little shake. “The Hostess company declared bankruptcy. There’s not going to be anymore Twinkies.”

“Wait, this is about snack cakes?” Deeks clarified.

“Not just any snack cake,” Kensi said, voice raising. “Twinkies. They’re soft and fluffy, cream in the middle. There’s nothing else like them, and I’ve been eating them since I was four.”

Although his first reaction had been bemusement, followed by the urge to laugh, he could tell Kensi was genuinely upset.

“Um ok, well I’m sure we can figure something out. Come on and sit down.”

Kensi did as he said, her shock quickly turning to anger. “I bet they’re going to be sold out everywhere too. I knew I should have restocked my supply last month, but I was on that whole health kick and it’s been bikini season.”

“Understandable,” Deeks replied while she rambled mindlessly. Despite his desire to comfort her, he felt his lip twitching.

“Now I’ll have to make do with Little Debbie,” she continued with obvious disdain. “Fancy Cakes are just not the same.”

“Yeah, they’ve got that whole waxy coating, like you’re eating a sweet candle.”

“Exactly.”

“You know what, I have a friend who works at one of the stores around here. I can ask him I he can set a couple boxes aside for you,” Deeks offered.

“You do that for me?” Kensi said softly. As though he’d just offered her a kidney.

“Sure. If it makes you happy.”

“Thanks, Deeks.” Kensi squeezed his hand. “You’re a good partner.” As he grabbed his phone, she added, “Um, maybe you can see if they have the family size boxes?”

“I’ll check.” Deeks grinned as he pulled up the right contact. There probably wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for Kensi Marie Blye if it meant she was happy.

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October 2013

“Ok, what are we watching?” Kensi asked, coming back from the bathroom. Deeks was already reclined on her couch, sorting through the stack of DVDs she’d pulled out for movie night.

“I’m thinking “Somewhere in Time”,” Deeks decided.

“Sap.” Kensi gave him a fond look. “I approve though since it has both Christopher Reeve and Jane Seymour in gorgeous dresses.”

“It always surprises me that you like those styles. But then I remember your obsession with “Titanic”.”

“Oh hush up and put on the movie,” she said, curling up beside him. “Wait, what’s this?” She pointed to the light blue paper gift bag on the side table.

“A present for you.”

“Okaaay. Should I be worried? You didn’t put some kind of gag gift in here that’s going to jump out at me, right?”

“Nope, that’s more your style than mine,” he said, glancing back as he slid the DVD into the player. “C’mon, open it.”

Sending him another suspicious glance, she pulled out the fluff of tissue paper on top, and pulled out the content without looking inside.

“Twinkies?” She glanced up with mild confusion now.

“Yeah, I kind of missed the grand reopening, but still wanted to celebrate the occasion,” Deeks explained with a shrug. “I figured you could never have too many Twinkies, right? I guess it’s kind of stupid.”

“No, it’s sweet. Thanks,” Kensi said, offering him a soft, genuine smile. “And you’re right, you can never have too many.” Tearing open the box, she dumped out a couple packages, tossing one to Deeks. He caught it in one hand before it hit the lamp.

“Uh, don’t you want to get one of the older boxes from last year, since those will expire sooner?” he asked.

“Um,” Kensi mumbled guiltily, a cake already halfway to her mouth. She bit into it, cheeks flushing slightly.

“Kensi, did you eat all of them already?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she muttered around the Twinkie.

“Well, now we know who’s single-handedly keeping the company afloat,” he teased. When she didn’t answer, he nudged her shoulder. “Don’t worry, I still like you, Kensalina. Twinkie obsession and all.”

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A/N: The second part was a little difficult because the production of Twinkies started back up smack in the middle of post-Sidorov time. So, I had to shift things a bit, because that’s all little too dark for this particular fic.

Thanks for the prompt!

[ejzah]

Random head canon ( in which I think about the team’s eating habits perhaps a little too deeply).

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One of the reasons Kensi loves junk food so much is because she didn’t have the luxury when she lived on the streets. When she did have enough money to by food, she had to use it wisely, meaning she rarely had extra for treats. Most people might view Twinkies as cheap, but to Kensi they’re a luxury.

Similarly, Deeks often waits until the day after holidays to shop because that’s the only way his mom could afford anything. He got used to buying chocolate hearts from the clearance bin and party favors for the next year. At first, he was a little embarrassed when he didn’t have what all the other kids did, but now he appreciates his mom’s thriftiness.

Unlike Kensi and Deeks, Callen’s appreciation for greasy hamburgers and other food Sam finds abominable comes from a different appreciation. After running from the latest hellish foster home, he’d manage to steal just enough to buy some fast food. Maybe he should associate it with those bad times, but he doesn’t. It makes him think of the brighter moments in his life at that age.

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The Agent and the Lawyer, Part 9

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2-3 Weeks Later

“Wait, is that hair?” Deeks asked pointing at the tv screen where a young woman had just walked up wearing a bizarre looking dress. Kensi nodded enthusiastically.

“Yup. That’s Krista. She’s definitely going to win this challenge,” she said, like it was perfectly normal to wear dresses comprised of wigs.

“Why?”

“Um, because she’s awesome.”

“No, I mean, why the hair dresses?” By now, Deeks wasn’t that phased by the bizarreness, but he was definitely morbidly fascinated.

“Because it’s art,” Kensi said, like it was obvious, gesturing to the screen again as she popped a French Fry in her mouth. “Oh, and that’s Angela. She is a witch with a B.” Deeks smiled, thoroughly amused at Kensi’s enthusiastic commentary.

Over the last few weeks, they’d had dinner together on a increasingly frequent basis. So far it was always at his place, which Deeks was fine with for the time being.

In that time, he’d discovered that Kensi had a truly awful sense of humor, had strange tase in TV, loved junk food, and was fairly messy.

The messiness had surprised him most; given Kensi’s military upbringing, he’d expected her to be neat and orderly. After her first few visits, he’d discovered that was not the case at all. She had a habit of shedding things and never returning for them.

Already he had a growing collection of her clothing and accessories, including a pair of sunglasses, a hoodie, a spare evidence glove, and for unknown reasons, a pair of jeans, housed in one of the spare bedrooms.

He’d also discovered that she was fiercely loyal and protective of her team. Although she couldn’t give him too many specific details, when she talked about her day, he could tell how much she cared about them all. It was like a strange little family.

If he was honest, it made him a little jealous. It had been a long time since he’d anything resembling a family.

“So you catch any bad guys today?” Deeks asked during a commercial. It was a question he’d started asking after their third dat-dinner.

“Yeah, but not before he murdered three people.” Kensi shook her head, finding solace in her food.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Nope,” she said firmly, turning on a bright smile. “What about you, how was your day?” Deeks sighed heavily.

“Well, not super great. Last week I got a client’s sentence reduced to community service. He got in an “ altercation” with his barber and broke the guy’s nose. Then today I found out he beat up his girlfriend. Which he was able to do because I kept him out of jail.” He realized his voice sounded incredibly bitter and he forced a smile. “Perks of being a lawyer, right?”

“That’s awful. Is there anything you can do?” Kensi asked and he sighed again, leaning against the back of the couch.

“Not really. The original complainant settled out of court for damages. This will be an entirely new case against him and he has the money to make it go away,” he said, turning his head towards Kensi. She had her bottom lip trapped between her teeth and he fought the urge to gently tug it free. That would definitely earn him an elbow in the ribs.

“You don’t have to represent him again, do you?”

“Hell no.” He’d resign before that. “I’m pretty sure he’d like me to and some of the other partners at the firm will probably try to push for it, but I’ll decline. I do have some morals.”

Kensi frowned at him.

“I know you do, Deeks,” she assured him. “You seem pretty disillusioned with the law right now.”

“I am,” he admitted. There was something in her expression he couldn’t quite identify as she stared at him contemplatively.

“If this is leading into another joke about my hair, I’m not really feeling it tonight,” he warned her and she rolled her eyes.

“I was actually thinking that maybe you need a change from being a fancy lawyer all the time.”

“What kind of change?”

“You could always accept Hetty’s offer,” she suggested and he snorted. Kensi looked mildly offended, leaning towards him earnestly. “I’m serious. I happen to know she hasn’t filled the position yet and she is still interested in having you.”

“I don’t know,” he said doubtfully. Kensi pushed the remnants of her burger onto the table, tucking a leg underneath her as she turned to face him.

“Four of the five last times I’ve come over you’ve had some issue with your law firm, whether it be the the actual cases, the other lawyers, or the way the law is so easily subverted. You’re obviously having serious questions about what role you play in that world,” she said with a shrug. Deeks shifted uncomfortably, but didn’t deny what she said.

He was quiet for a minute contemplating her suggestion. The day he’d gone undercover, had been one of the most terrifying and exhilarating experiences of his life. It had been nice to the bad guys not win for once, as brutal as their deaths were. Still, he wasn’t sure he really wanted to be around that constantly.

“You really think I would make a good consultant?”

“Well, you’re clearly a decent lawyer-“

“Such praise.” Kensi glared at him briefly before continuing.

“You definitely have enough confidence, you can handle us (not everyone can) and I think with a little training, you’d have no problem with criminal law. It might make a nice change.”

“But if I work with you guys, won’t that make this-“ he gestured between them-“a conflict of interest?” It was one of his bigger concerns. He wasn’t willing to risk his growing relationship with Kensi, whatever it might turn into, for a job he might not even like.

Kensi leaned a little closer, the scent of something (he thought it might be her shampoo) fanning across his face. This close he could see the distinct coloring of her eyes and he had to force himself not to get lost in staring at her.

“Well, in order for it to be a conflict of interest, you’d have to actually ask me out on a date,” she started, giving him a pointed look.

“Touché,” he said, earning a slight grin from her.

“Plus, Hetty’s pretty relaxed about relationships as long as they doesn’t disrupt the team in any way.”

“So you’d be fine with me being around almost every day?” Kensi gave him a once over.

“I think I can handle it.” She snatched a French fry off his plate and added, “Especially if you wear suits to the office.”

“Did you have any particular suit in mind?” he asked, his voice lowering as Kensi’s eyes skimmed over him again.

“I don’t hate that black one you were wearing for your LinkedIn picture,” she said, definitely flirting now as she leaned to whisper in his ear. A shiver went up his spine. “With a blue shirt.” Her nose just barely skimmed his cheek and he felt puff of breath against his cheek before she pulled back.

“Any other demands you want to make?” he drawled. Kensi shrugged, gesturing to his head.

“You might want to do something about that. Maybe wash it, run a comb through it.” He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Alright, if, and it’s still a big if. If I decide to accept Hetty’s offer, then I will definitely wear a suit and comb my hair.”

“Good,” Kensi said, grabbing her phone and slipping it into her back pocket. “Ok, well I need to skip out a little early tonight because Hetty wants us in early tomorrow. Something about mandatory safety trainings.” Deeks stood and watched as she tugged on her boots. “See you on Tuesday?”

“Sounds good,” he agreed. Kensi leaned back in to press a kiss to his cheek. She pulled away before he could react, her eyes twinkling.

“Have a good night, Deeks,” she whispered, smirking at him.

[ejzah]

Am I the only one who finds it weird that Kensi and Deeks’ eating habits suddenly switched halfway through the show? I'm watching ‘Recovery’ and I've always found the ‘Kensi as the nutritionist’ part super bizarre, particularly the scene where she's criticizing Deeks’ food choices. I don't particularly care if Kensi is now super health conscious, but I don't like that it seems like they've forgotten the junk food era of her life.