Summary
KENSI/DEEKS at a wedding. "Oh, and you're not a hardened cop this week, remember? I'm a lawyer and you're supposed to be my rich trophy girlfriend."/ "Deeks." Kensi whined, even though they had already gone over their cover stories last night, curled up haphazardly on Kensi's couch with some leftover champagne from some bar she had been to last week.