Deeks handed Kensi a beer as they sat down to eat the Korean barbecue they’d picked up on the way home. It had been a day of secrets and some revelations, and he was anxious to talk about it with his fiancée away from the prying eyes and ears of everything NCIS.
“So tell me, how close did you come to popping a cap in Joelle’s ass when she went running toward Prince Kamal?”
“Please, she was in my sights from the moment I got situated up there. She’s lucky I didn’t shoot her for what she did to Callen,” Kensi scoffed.
“Beale told me Nell pulled a gun on her in ops. You two mama bears are so protective of your little G-Bear.”
“I bet if Hetty had been around then, Joelle’s death wouldn’t have been fake.”
“Yeah, what’s up with that, Callen not telling us about it?”
Kensi shrugged, “Not sure. But I was glad you let him off the hook relatively easily. I mean, it’s not like we haven’t been keeping a little secret of our own.”
“Yeah, I can’t wait to see the looks on their faces when we summon them to the boatshed and they figure out what’s about to happen,” Deeks grinned.
“The boatshed! I thought we agreed it would be at the beach?”
“How are we going to get them all to some random spot on the beach?”
“By sending them the coordinates, just like we talked about.”
“Wait, you were serious about that?”
“Of course. It’s not like we can bring everyone else to the boatshed.”
“I don’t see why not. Practically every bad guy in LA, not to mention at least two CIA agents whose motives are consistently questionable, knows about that place. I don’t see a problem with bringing in a handful of civilians. Besides, if we do it on the beach they’ll figure it out a hundred yards away and we won’t get to see their expressions.”
“It’s our wedding, Deeks. I’d think you’d be more interested in seeing me than our guests.”
“No, yeah, of course I’ll be riddled with anticipation waiting to see you, Princess. But the stunned expressions of our team, including she-who-knows-all-except-this Hetty Lange, when they realize we planned and got them all to a surprise wedding without them having a clue will help quell those butterflies in my stomach.” When Kensi remained unconvinced, Deeks continued, “I’ll take pictures, I swear!”
“This is just another reason to rent a small party tent like I wanted to.”
“You may have a point there,” Deeks conceded. “Okay, so that’s the one last thing we need to agree on, aside from the date.”
“Check,” Kensi said as she started ticking off items on her fingers. “We have our marriage license. You’ve got your suit and I have my dress. The food truck’s reserved, cake order is placed, and permits are approved for both of the possible dates, and your judge friend is available either day as well.”
“The only thing we need now is for the Cupcake Girls to figure out which weekend they’re all free for what they and the moms think will be your bridal shower, and we’ll have the most magical and mysteried marital moment ever.”
“Thankfully both dates are long before when your mother expects to go blind,” Kensi chuckled.
“You know the next thing she’ll be on us about is giving her grandchildren while she can still watch them grow up,” Deeks said, then cocked his head. “Maybe she needs to start practicing how to feel people’s faces to ‘see’ what they look like.”
Kensi laughed as she placed a hand over Deeks’. “This really was a great idea, babe. I’m glad we decided to ditch the big wedding plans in lieu of the smaller one we originally talked about.”
“And you can’t deny I’m much more involved now that it’s fun—er, now that we’ve made a little game of it by trying to keep everyone in the dark until the last possible minute. Best laid wedding plans ever,” he said gleefully, “which will not go awry.”
“After the secret Callen, Sam, and I’m betting Nell kept from us about Joelle, I won’t feel the least bit guilty about sending the team a text letting them think we’re in trouble just to get them there.”
“Oh! If we get a tent, they’ll come in guns a-blazing and we won’t have to worry about my mom going blind because she’ll have a heart attack and die right there.”
“So we have the team show up before the moms and the Cupcake Girls are due to arrive. Problem solved.”
“Good thinking, my beautiful bride-to-be,” Deeks gave Kensi a quick kiss. “Speaking of, I thought you were going to blow it today, going on about everything we still need to do. A little over the top, don’t you think?”
“Hey, you started it, saying you hadn’t found a tux. I was just following your lead, partner. We were doing fine all day, truthfully letting it be known we still don’t have a date selected to make everyone believe the wedding isn’t any time soon and then you go and start with the ad libs.”
“What are you talking about? That was masterful vamping. Sam’s suit came up, so it was only natural I mention my wedding apparel, or lack thereof, to further sell our little ruse. But in the meantime, why don’t you follow my lead again,” Deeks picked up his phone. “While I research a tent for the wedding, you can reach out to the Tiffanies et al to see if they settled on the date yet. I know in either case it’s less than two months away, but I can’t wait to find out when I’m going to become your husband.”
Kensi beamed and returned his kiss before grabbing her own phone, as eager as Deeks to have the last detail of their plan finally in place.