RP: Kensi & Derek
Who: Kensi Blye, Derek Morgan Where: Hotel terrace, Miami When: 23rd March 2011 Summary: Derek wants to speak to Kensi about something.
Kensi was over the moon to be in Miami where there was actual sun and sand and it was warm enough for her to wear a dress or a skirt without running a risk of catching pneumonia. This climate suited her far better than the North-East and she was going to be kinda sad when they left, even though they would be going home to friends. She did think that this trip was necessary though and not only for the reason that they had a dead guy to investigate. Their team was relatively new - Three out of four agents hadn't been there even half as long as most of the others on the other teams and Kensi thought that the only way they would really bond was by working away from the others. It was easier to make friends and learn more about your work colleagues when there were not as many outside influences getting in the way.
She had just jumped out of the shower when Derek texted to say he wanted to see her on the terrace and she swore, dressing quickly and towel-drying her hair to get the worst of the wetness out of it. Skipping the make-up, Kensi let Dom know where she was headed and went downstairs.
"Hey Goldman, got your text. Everything okay?" she asked as she took a seat next to him and gave him a questioning look.