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[ejzah]

A/N: Happy 5th Anniversary to Kensi and Deeks! I can’t believe five years ago we were wondering if it would ever happen. We’ve got a little bit of fluff, domestic Densi, babies, Rosa, and of course, romance.

This story ignores the fact that Sam is now in Hawaii.

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Here’s to Five and Many More

When Rosa first met Sam Hanna and G. Callen (it would be a couple months before she heard what the G stood for thanks to Sam’s teasing), she thought they seemed nice, but fairly intimidating. She never imagined that they’d ever consider her their honorary niece, or that she’d feel comfortable to have them over for dinner.

Even more surprising was that they both accepted and didn’t seem fazed when they found out Kensi and Marty wouldn’t be in attendance.

“Have you ever considered opening your own restaurant?” Callen questioned after his first bite of chicken stew.

Rosa dipped her head at the compliment, shrugging. “Thank you. I’m glad you like it. But I think I’ll keep cooking as a hobby for now.” She shifted her weight. “And thank you for coming last minute.”

“Hey, I’ll never say no to a good meal, but something tells me that you didn’t invite us over just to sample your cooking,” Sam observed.

“You’re right, I didn’t,” Rosa admitted, brushing her hair back. “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

Callen paused with a pepper halfway to his mouth and Sam’s face instantly shifted into something darker.

“Who is he and what did he do?”

“Uncle Sam, it’s nothing like that,” Rosa assured him quickly before he could find some poor and unsuspecting boy. “Steven is still wonderful. It’s not something bad.”

“Ok, but if that changes, I’m a text away, and have no problem lightly abusing my power to make arrests.”

By now, Rosa was fairly used to such offers, so she took it in stride. “Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.” Folding her hands together, she breathed in once, not sure why she felt so nervous. “So, Marty and Kensi’s fifth anniversary is coming soon and I want to plan something special for them,” she explained.

“Yeah, March 17th.” Callen nodded.

“Yes. It’s four weeks away.”

“I want to plan something special for them. It’s been a really exciting year, but also so much has changed, and I know it hasn’t all been easy,” Rosa continued. “Maybe a nice dinner out or even a couple days away. Although I don’t know if Kensi and Marty will want to leave the twins overnight.”

“Hm, it would take some planning to pull off, but it’s possible,” Sam mused.

And don’t worry, I’ve saved some money from my job. All I need is help with the actual scheduling and execution,” Rosa assured him.

“Kid, we’re not making you pay for anything,” Callen interrupted with a roll of his eyes. “Kensi and Deeks would kill us if they found out we let you spend all your money on them.”

“I can afford it,” Rosa said stubbornly, pride getting the better of her.

“But you don’t have to. That money is supposed to be for your needs. Like tuition, and books, and ice cream during finals week ,” Sam told her gently.

Rosa smiled reluctantly at the last part. “Ok. I’m chipping in though since it was my idea.”

“Always so stubborn.”

“Well, it’s a Deeks-Blye trait,” Rosa explained with a self-deprecating shrug. Then more added more earnestly. “Thank you for helping me.”

“Anytime kid.”

***

“Babe, have you seen my breast pump?” Kensi asked, rushing from their bedroom.

“Uh, it’s in the hallway bathroom,” Deeks told her without looking up from wrangling Sophia into a clean onesie. He finished and tucked her under his arm.

Kensi hurried out of the room, coming back with pump and a couple fo bottles.

“Alright, you’re all clean, how about some tummy time?” Sophia made a sighing sound at Deeks’ suggestion, palming at his nose. When he had her settled on her stomach in the middle of a blanket with some toys, he grabbed Caleb.

Roughly three months in, they’d found a rhythm to caring for the twins. It was an exhausting and completely insane rhythm, but it worked for the most part.

“Now we have two clean babies,” Deeks announced, setting Caleb next to his sister. “Which should last anywhere from ten minutes to an hour and a half.”

Kensi laughed wryly from the couch, head flopped back on the cushion as the pump whirred quietly.

“Did Rosa say if she’ll be home for dinner?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Ok, I’m going to start some chicken and broccoli. Maybe potatoes if I’m feeling ambitious,” Deeks replied. Crouching briefly, he tickled each of the twin’s tummies. “Now don’t get into any trouble while I’m out of the room.”

***

Rosa arrived shortly before six with a loaf of crusty bread and a chocolate cake in hand. Deeks accepted both, grateful to have something to round their dinner out.

“¿Cómo están mis hermosos hermanitos y hermanitas?” she asked the twins, getting down on the blanket with them. They cooed happily, Caleb lifting his head higher in excitement. “Mira lo fuerte que eres.”

“I swear Sophia almost rolled onto her side this morning,” Deeks said, responding to the one-sided conversation.

“Isn’t that really early?” Rosa asked.

“It is,” Kensi confirmed. “It’s exciting, but I’m not quite sure I’m ready for them to be mobile yet.”

“Eh, it figures given their mom’s a ninja assassin.” Deeks winked at Kensi, who rolled her eyes.

“And their dad excels at any sport that involves ice or water.”

They held each other’s gaze for several seconds, Kensi’s eyes darkening, until Rosa pointedly cleared her throat.

“Do I need to leave the room?”

“No, no we’re good. Uh, dinner will be ready in five minutes,” he said, moving back into the kitchen. Rosa followed him. “How was your day?”

“It was ok. Do you need any help?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

Leaning against the counter, Rosa watched him put everything on the stovetop and begin dishing out servings.

“My literature class and ethics are always interesting. But I’m regretting taking history more every day.”

“Still unreasonably boring and complicated?” Deeks guessed.

“Yes.” She groaned and rubbed her hands over her face. “I never want to hear about 15th century kings again.”

“Ooh yeah, that’s not fun.” He winced in sympathy. “If you want any help studying, I’m always here. I might ask for payment in the form of baby-holding, but I’m always happy to help or just commiserate.”

Rosa giggled, her entire face brightening. “Thanks, Marty.”

“Any day, Rosalita. You wanna grab the last plate and bread?”

They set everything on the table while Kensi settled the twins in their car seats. Generally one of their toys kept them busy long enough for a quick dinner.

“Before we eat, I have something for both of you,” Rosa spoke up, pulling a gift out of her bag. “Happy Anniversary.”

“Oh, thank you, Rosa.” Kensi took the package, which was about dinner plate sized and based on the way her hands dipped, heavier than anticipated. She started peeling at the tape holding the paper together. Whatever it was, Deeks knew it would be creative; he’d learned very quickly that Rosa gifted from the heart and usually with her artistic side in mind.

“I know it’s not for a couple more days, but I wanted to give it to you early. I hope you like it.”

“Oh my god, this is gorgeous,” Kensi gasped as she let the wrapping paper fall away. She ran her fingers over the smooth mahogany stained wood. Across the front surface two raccoons with their noses pressed together were engraved in the very middle, set against a backdrop of trees.

“I know it might be kind of silly—”

“No, it’s perfect,” Deeks interrupted, glancing up from the gift. He held out an arm, pulling her into his side. Kensi wrapped her free arm around Rosa too. “Thanks you so much.”

“It’s really beautiful.”

“Actually, it’s not your only gift. Did you have any specific plans for your anniversary?”

“Uh, dinner here, and then falling asleep to Titanic?” Deeks suggested. He did have a gift for Kensi, but the last few months had taught them that planning for outings were best left flexible and without too much expectation.

“Why, did you have something else in mind?” Kensi asked.

Rosa folded her hands together, looking unusually timid. “Uncle Callen and Sam and I might have orchestrated a little surprise. We made reservations for you at your favorite sushi restaurant and then booked an Air BnB nearby for two days.”

“Rosa…” Kensi shook her head, and Rosa hurried to explain,

“You don’t have to stay overnight if you don’t want to be away from Caleb and Sophia that long, but I thought it would be nice for you to get away for a little bit.”

Deeks pressed his lips together, feeling the prick of tears building behind his eyes, overwhelmed by Rosa’s love for them.

“Rosa, that is so incredibly generous of you,” Kensi said, hugging her again.

“You deserve a break,” Rosa said simply, as if it wasn’t a big deal. Her excitement growing, she dove back into her backpack, and came back with a large envelope. “This has all the plans and reservations. If you do decide to go, Sam and I will take turns watching Sophia and Caleb.”

“That’s asking an awful lot of you.”

“You didn’t ask me to do anything,” she pointed out. “I’m offering, and I want to.”

“Man, we sure are lucky. Thank you,” Deeks murmured, pressing a kiss to Rosa’s forehead.

“Like you said, any time.”

***

“That was phenomenal,” Kensi sighed, dropping onto the bed in the master bedroom of their Air BnB with a graceless flop. She’d forgotten what it was like to enjoy a meal without any interruptions, to hold a conversation that didn’t involve at least one break for a diaper change or feeding. Of course she missed Caleb and Sophia, but she couldn’t deny the reprieve was nice. “But I might die.”

She looked up at Deeks, who had come in more slowly with their few bags. He grinned, tugging the first couple buttons of his shirt open. For once, he’d dressed up, choosing a deep blue shirt that matched her dress. He looked amazing, but she knew he was probably dying to get into something more casual.

“I’m saying nothing,” he said, though his smug grin pretty much said it for him.

“I know, I know. I shouldn’t have had that last spicy California. It was just too good.” Sighing, she rolled onto her side, patting the spot next to her, and held out her hand invitingly. “Come join me.”

“I should put our stuff away while I’m up.” He didn’t sound too certain about it though.

“You don’t always have to be so responsible,” Kensi teased. “C’mon, it’ll wait for a few minutes.”

Giving in, Deeks dropped the shirt he’d just pulled out of his suitcase, and slid onto the mattress next to her. He let out a contented groan as he sank into the thick quilt.

“Just a few minutes,” he repeated. They were both asleep in thirty seconds.

***

Kensi woke up with her nose buried in Deeks’ chest, arms loosely wrapped around her back. Untangling her arms, she stretched them above her head, her spine cracking as she arched her back. She felt better rested than she had in months.

“So much for just a few minutes,” Deeks muttered, eyes still closed.

“I think that was the best nap I’ve ever had,” Kensi said. She studied Deeks’ features, brushing back the pieces of hair that had grown more unruly in sleep. He leaned into her touch, one corner of his mouth lifting when she trailed her fingers down his cheeks and neck.

Scooting closer, Kensi pressed her lips to the warm tan skin left exposed by his open shirt. His hand tightened on her back, pulling her that much closer.

“Mm. I’m suddenly wide awake,” he drawled. Kensi pulled back enough to see his eyes were now open and slightly hazed with desire rather than sleep. He cupped the back of her neck, gently guiding her mouth to his.

They’d barely had any times to themselves, let alone the energy to consider sex since the twins were born, but suddenly the desire came back in full force.

Kensi dropped her hands to the front of his shirt, fingers scrabbling over the buttons and to tug the material free from his pants.

“Woah, and here I thought I got lucky with the nap.” Deeks gasped in between kisses.

“Oh, you’re about to get a whole lot more lucky,” Kensi promised, not caring how cheesy it sounded. She rolled Deeks onto his back, crawling up the length of his body, and then settling across his thighs. Hovering over him, she stared down at his flushed face, loving everything about him. “Happy Anniversary, baby.”

Deeks pulled her back to him, and they spent the next few hours making a very enjoyable anniversary.

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He Plays the Violin

If someone had told 20 year old Marty Deeks that one day he would be sitting on the couch with his girlfriend, watching a rebroadcast of a symphony, he would have scoffed. Yet here he sat, happily doing just that. It had taken a little coaxing to convince Kensi, but now she seemed enthralled by the performance.

During a particularly lively version of Rhapsody in Blue, Kensi nudged his shoulder with her elbow. “You know, something you’ve never shown me—?”

“Can’t be much at this point,” Deeks interrupted, speaking over the music. “I’m pretty sure I’ve shown you everything I’ve got.” He winked at Kensi, just in case she didn’t get the innuendo.

“Yes, it’s very impressive,” Kensi said, pausing to give him a once over. “That’s not what I’m talking about though. It’s something more skill-based.”

“Oh, I’ve got all kinds of skills.” Deeks grinned at Kensi’s groan.

“Deeks, stop it.”

Shifting to face her, he adopted a serious expression. “Sorry, go on.”

Inhaling shallowing, Kensi pressed her palms together. He couldn’t imagine what was about to say.

“Remember when you mentioned taking violin lessons?” she asked.

“Yeeees. Why?”

“Well, this concert reminded me that you’ve never played for me.”

“Kensi—”

“Baby, please?”

“I’m not that good,” Deeks protested, even as Kensi looked at him pleadingly. “I haven’t had a lesson in years.”

“But you’ve played since then, right?”

“Yeah,” he admitted reluctantly. Smoothing her hand up through his hair, Kensi cupped one of his cheeks.

“Hey, I won’t push it anymore if you really don’t want to, but I would really love to hear you play,” she said, which was remarkably convincing.

“Fine.” Sighing, Deeks pushed himself off the couch, heading for his bedroom. He felt Kensi’s eyes on him the entire way.

Even though he didn’t play regularly, he still kept his violin in good condition and stored it along with some other fragile items in his closet. When he came out a few minutes later with the violin tucked under his arm and the bow in his other hand, Kensi sat up, clapping her hands together in delight.

Deeks gave her a wry look, tucking a leg under him as he sat down. He plucked a couple strings, lowering his head in concentration. He spent a several minutes tuning the strings, adjusting the little knobs on either side. When he was reasonably satisfied with the sound, he turned to face Kensi again, and found her watching him.

“To reiterate, it’s been a few years since I even touched this, so listen at your own risk,” he warned Kensi one final time, tucking the violin under his chin, and bringing the bow up.

He chose a piece he’d taught himself in high school. The first few drags of the bow across the strings were a little rough, but he quickly fell into the rhythm, relaxing as motor memory took over. He closed his eyes, leaning into the emotion of the music, letting certain notes swell while other were softer and more subtle.

He played the final note, drawing the bow back slowly to end, and opened his eyes again. Kensi stared back at him, her lips slightly parted, her expression stunned.

“Sorry, guess I got a little caught up in the music,” he said, feeling oddly embarrassed. “My teacher always complained about that. Didn’t remember the audience.”

“No, Deeks, that was—that was beautiful,” Kensi quickly assured him. “I’ve never heard that song before.”

“It’s called “Ashokan Farewell”.

“It’s beautiful.” She leaned forward suddenly, cupping his face as she kissed him fervently. Deeks moved the violin out of crushing range. When Kensi pulled back, there was a fiery gleam in her eyes. “That was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen,” she told him, fingers slowly, but sure,y moving down his chest.

“Yeah, Mrs. Kayler definitely never said that,” he joked, a little breathless with Kensi’s unexpected response.

Sliding off the couch, Kensi took his hand, tugging him with her. Deeks started to set the violin to the side, but she shook her head.

“No, bring it with,” she said, guiding him back towards his bedroom.

***

A/N: “Ashokan Farewell” is a piece written by Jay Ungar and featured in several of Ken Burns’ documentaries.

Title taken from the song of the same name from the musical “1776”.

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Just got this notification from @ejzah and I'm ao excited to read it!!!

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[ejzah]

Hi! How are you? I'm so glad to see you're still writing for LA. I'm a big fan of your fics. And as I was randomly thiking about Densi, I was thinking we never got to see Kensi ask Callen and Sam to walk her down the aisle. I was wondering if you could write it? Especially Callen/Kensi because I love their friendship. Thanks again for taking the time to write wonderful stories! :)

A/N: Dear anon, so sorry for the delay (my constant anthem). Thank you for your kind words and continued support!

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Going to the Chapel

“No, no, I don’t actually have the wedding date yet, I’m it trying to get an idea of how much catering for between one hundred and two hundred people would be. Um, I’m not sure about that,” Kensi said, tugging on her bottom lip as the caterer on the other end of the line continued to ask questions she didn’t have the answers to. “Right. I suppose I should figure that out first. Yes. Thank you so much for your time.”

She hung up, rubbing her temples. There was another hour of her life gone with no results to show for it.

“I take it wedding planning is going well,” Callen commented from beside her. His sarcastic delivery made her crack the tiniest hint of a smile. She’d almost forgotten he and Sam were in the bullpen with her.

“At this point, I’m beginning to think Deeks was right and we should have just eloped. Would have been so much easier. And less stressful.”

“I remember when Michelle and I got married. We had a tiny ceremony and reception and it still took a couple months to plan. Trying to accommodate relatives was probably the hardest part,” Sam shared knowingly.

“Oh my god, yes!” Kensi groaned. “I love Roberta, but she has so many opinions, and even though my mom is less vocal about it, I know she has just as many. Deeks spent two hours convincing his mom that we did not need crystal centerpieces to give all the guests or beef prime rib.”

“Well, we’re here to support you guys however we can,” Sam offered. “Especially if it means we get this wedding on the road.

“I will help with everything but folding napkins,” Callen specified, nodding significantly when Sam gave him an odd look.

“Actually,” Kensi hesitated. She’d been debating the whole walking down the aisle issue for months. Did she ask her mom or walk alone? Just skip it altogether?

“There is something I wanted to ask you,” she finished before she could lose the nerve again. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to though.”

“Why, is it something weird?” Callen asked. “I also draw the line at helping pick out lingerie.”

“Oh my god, no. I swear you get ten times worse when Deeks isn’t around,” Kensi said, making a face. “No, I was wondering if you and Sam would consider walking me down the aisle.”

“You want us to give you away?” Sam said, sounding surprised.

“I like to look at it more like being transported to the next stage of my life.”

“Wow, wedding planning really has screwed with your brain.

Kensi jabbed her elbow in Callen’s direction, and he moved to the side, chuckling.

“I’m serious. I was going to ask Granger before he passed.” She paused, blinking away the sudden tears in her eyes. When she spoke again, her voice betrayed a slight shakiness. “You know, since he knew my dad and he turned out to be a pretty good mentor.”

“Granger would have hated that,” Callen predicted.

“Yeah, but he wouldn’t have let anyone else do it. The man had a soft spot for sure,” Sam added. He nodded to Kensi, his expression compassionate. “I’m sorry Don couldn’t be here to walk you down that aisle.”

“I think he would be happy to know it’s two of the best men in my life,” Kensi told them honestly.

“Well, after that I don’t think we can say no,” Callen said softly.

“Definitely not.”

Kensi stood to give each of them a hug, lingering a moment in Sam’s comforting strength. “Thank you.”

“We show up for family. But “two of the best”?” Sam pointed out, feigning offense. “Not the best.”

“Only because you’ll be leading me to the very best man in my life,” Kensi said.

“Smitten,” Callen sighed, shaking his head.

“Yep, she stood no chance against the curly blonde hair and blue eyes,” Sam lamented.

Kensi just rolled her eyes, secretly enjoying their teasing.

***

A/N: I hope that was ok. It’s very rare for me to write a fic that doesn’t include even a tiny bit of Deeks.

Thanks for the prompt!

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[ejzah]

A/N: Once again, a tiny idea morphed into a much longer than intended fic. Enjoy the angst!

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Relapse

Kensi had learned after Deeks was tortured by Sidorov that in addition to withdrawing from everyone around him when he was in a state of distress, he forgot to take care of himself as well. It had taken her a while to pick up on the pattern, but now, especially after living together for three years, she knew all the signs. He tended not to eat often enough, his meticulous cleaning schedule became disrupted, and he either barely moved at all, or spent hours exhausting his body in an attempt to quiet his mind.

So one week in the middle of summer when Kensi noticed the counters hadn’t been wiped down in a few days, and the laundry hamper was nearing capacity—something that never occurred since they moved in together—she took note. It wasn’t a cause for massive alarm, but enough that she decided to keep a close eye on Deeks. They’d just come off a horrific case that lasted over three weeks and had them all running on fumes.

Maybe he just needed the time to recuperate, she reasoned. She’d certainly been on edge and snapped at everyone more than usual, including Deeks, who had the misfortune of spending their few hours away from work with her.

On Tuesday, they had a fairly slow day, the latter part of which they spent cleaning out in-boxes and catching up on the procedures that got overlooked during intense cases. It gave them a much needed opportunity to bond and unwind.

Inevitably, Sam and Callen ended up in argument over who had actually taken down their most recent criminal.

“Nope, I definitely reached him before you did,” Callen insisted in that tone that meant he was just arguing for the joy of watching Sam grow more irritated. Kensi dipped her head to conceal a smile.

“Are you kidding me? You weren’t even close. He’d still be on the run if we left it to you,” Sam objected, shaking his head in exasperation.

“I don’t know, Sam, Deeks is the one who distracted him,” Kensi pointed out. She waited expectantly for Deeks to jump in with his own comment, but none came.

Kensi realized he’d been quiet through most of the teasing and banter, when normally he’d be egging Sam right alongside Callen. His body was turned slightly away, gaze focused in the direction of the back wall. She wondered if he saw anything at all.

The silence grew long enough for it grow slightly awkward, and Kensi hastily added, “I’m just saying it’s a group effort.”

“Yeah, you can keep your “group effort”, Sam made air quotes around the last two words. “I’m the one who tackled him, and that’s all that matters.” He jabbed a button on his laptop keyboard. “And I’m outta here. Don’t even think of calling me before 6 tomorrow morning.”

Callen left shortly after Sam, followed by Eric and Nell, who seemed in a hurry.

“You want to grab tacos on the way home?” she asked once she finished her own paperwork, leaning across the front of Deeks’ desk. “I’ll buy.” She let her tone drop flirtatiously, shimmying her shoulders.

“Uh, I’m really behind on my LAPD paperwork,” Deeks answered without looking up. “I think I’m going to stay a little bit later.”

“This is the first night we’ve gotten out before 7 in weeks.”

Finally looking up, Deeks sighed heavily, swiping his hair out of his eyes with a careless hand. Even in the dim light, she could tell his eyes were bloodshot.

“I know. LAPD will get on my case if I wait any longer though. I’ll just be a couple hours, ok?” He gave her a pleading, regretful look, that Kensi was powerless to ignore.

“Ok.” She leaned closer, tipping his chin a little higher to kiss him. “Don’t be too long,” she said.

“I won’t,” Deeks promised, returning her kiss with a brush of his lips. “Love you.”

***

It was a full four hours later when Kensi heard the front quietly open and shut. She’d tried not to wait up, even going to bed, but too many thoughts and worries circled through her brain to get anywhere close to sleep. She tracked Deeks’ movement through the house; he stopped in the kitchen, got a glass of water, checked on Monty in the living room, then finally headed to their room.

Kensi rolled over onto her side when he walked in, knowing there wasn’t any point in pretending to sleep. Deeks stood by the closet, taking off his shoes.

“Hey,” she murmured. He stilled at the sound of her voice, shoulders caving for a second before he turned around.

“Hey. Sorry.”

She didn’t know if he was apologizing for possibly waking her. Or coming home late.

“It’s ok.” Holding out her hand, she waited until he was within reaching distance, and pushed herself up enough to slide her hand around his neck. He let her pull him down, releasing a slightly pained noise. Kensi slid her fingers up into his hair, finding the strands damp.

She didn’t call him on it, just holding him tighter when their lips parted. She felt the tension in his shoulders and back, so tight it seemed he might snap at any moment.

“Come to bed,” she told him, pulling back the covers. When Deeks slid in beside her, she curled around him, hoping took some comfort in her touch.

***

Kensi’s worry skyrocketed as she watched Deeks withdraw more every day. This time around, he tended towards movement, which meant he either woke up early (assuming he’d slept at all) or stayed after work to work out. At the same time, his appetite seemed to have disappeared.

She tried to combat it all by bringing him a donut in the morning or cajoling him into bed and doing her best to soothe him to sleep. It wasn’t enough, but she was hesitant to push too hard.

“Hey, I brought you some soup,” she said one evening as she came back from a food run. Deeks had very noticeably not requested anything.

“I’m not hungry,” he said, not even pausing considering the bucket she plunked down in front of him.

“Baby, you didn’t eat breakfast this morning. It’s after six. You need to have something.”

“Kens—”

“No,” Kensi interrupted sharply, forgetting her decision to remain quietly supportive, to say nothing. “You are tired, you’re not eating, you’re not talking, and I am done letting you fade right in front of me.”

His head sank forward for a moment, and he rubbed his hands over his face, emitting the deepest of sighs. When he looked up again, the shadows in his eyes were even darker, and Kensi’s heart clenched painfully for him.

“I’m just struggling a little right now. I’ll get over it,” he insisted dully. “I always do.”

“You don’t have to do it alone though. You have me,” Kensi reminded him, moving around his desk to crouch in front of him. She grabbed his hands, clasping them between hers. “Let me help you.”

“I want to…” he shook his head, tilting his head back with a sorrowful expression. “It just feels like everything terrible feeling is amplified by a hundred and anything good is dampened.” He smiled sadly. “Only thing that helps sometimes is when you’re holding me at night.”

“I’ll do anything you need, anything. But please don’t push me away. I can’t bear that.”

“I’ll try.” He nodded, eyes damp. Kensi drew his forehead to her shoulder, weaving her fingers into his hair.

“And eat your soup.”

That got a weak out laugh out of him. Drawing back, he grabbed the tub across his desk, popping the lid off.

Kensi knew that one meal wouldn’t magically fix everything, but as he slowly worked his way through the soup, it was a step the right direction.

Under the table, Deeks reached for her hand, squeezing it tightly.

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[ejzah]

A/N: A random little fic where Kensi first recognizes she might feel more for Deeks than just friendship.

***

Missed Chances

“Well, you should come over and I’ll show you sometime.”

“Does that include a hands-on demonstration?”

Kensi stills in the tunnel as Deeks chuckles, a touch of surprise in his voice, in response to Agent Lesley Brown’s question.

“There will be a portion,” he responds, and Kensi thinks there’s a hint of flirtation to the words. Frowning, she slowly walks the rest of the way to the bullpen.

Deeks is casually perched on the edge of his desk, Agent Brown in front of him. The small blonde woman’s chest nearly brushes Deeks, her legs between either of his, and one hand resting on his right forearm.

Deeks and she had certainly found themselves in far more compromising positions over the years. Little touches, caresses, hugs, had all become commonplace for them. Yes somehow this seems so much worse.

As Kensi watches, Lesley reaches up and brushes a curl off Deeks’ temple. Something about the gesture, so simple yet intimate, makes Kensi’s heart clench with unexpected pain. She presses her fist to her chest, stunned by the intensity of her reaction.

Before Kensi has a chance to figure out what the hell is going on, Deeks shifts from behind Lesley, his lips quirking with a smile.

“Kensi! Hey, I didn’t see you come in,” he says, hopping off the desk.

“Hey. I’m surprised to see you here before 9 AM, Deeks,” Kensi replies, hoping she doesn’t sound as shaky as she feels. Moving over to her desk, she keeps her back turned as she sets her bag down, giving her the time to adjust her expression.

When she turns around again, Lesley is right at Deeks’ side again. Like they’re an established pair.

“I had a few questions about yesterday’s case,” Lesley explains with a fond, knowing smile in Deeks’ direction. She touches his forearm. Just a brief brush of her fingers. “Deeks was kind enough to come in early and help me out.”

“Yes, he’s very giving,” Kensi observes dryly. The space between Deeks’ eyes furrows, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Then somehow we got on hobbies, and Deeks mentioned how much he likes to surf. I think I’ve almost convinced him to give me a lesson this Saturday before I leave you guys,” Lesley continues without a hint of cattiness or possessiveness. Which would make it so much easier to hate her. She’s just too nice.

“I told you, I haven’t actually taught in years,” Deeks warns hers. Nodding to Kensi, he adds, “You wanna come with?”

She stares back at him. Is he joking? Making fun of her? Or worse, taking pity. Because there’s no way on earth she wants to accompanying him on a date disguised as a surfing outing.

“I already know how to surf. Besides, I already have plans.”

“Oh, that’s a shame.” This time, Lesley doesn’t sound all that disappointed.

“Ok, well, you know there’s always a spare board for you if you change your mind,” Deeks says.

“Thanks.” Kensi makes a show of getting out her laptop, logging on, and getting to work, though in reality, a blank expense report fills the screen.

After a couple minutes, Deeks and Lesley go back to chatting. She watches how comfortable they are with each other, the way Lesley gently shoves at his arm or leans in like he’s sharing something private. Deeks’ unbridled laughs at whatever Lesley has to say. The ache in her chest return, sharper and heavier than before.

It shouldn’t matter who Deeks flirts with or goes on surfing dates with. They’re just partners. Somehow that reminder doesn’t quell the ache.

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A/N: Just a little ficlet to continue the final scene of “Citadel”.

***

I Don’t Need You to Cook or Clean

“Marty, will you run out and get me a loaf of French bread for me?” Roberta requested, busy stirring pots and checking the foil rimmed baking dish in the oven. They’d all had a chance to grab a drink and settle in a bit.

Roberta had already made several vaguely inappropriate comments that had Kensi snorting into her wine. The first couple made Deeks groan quietly, but when he saw Kensi’s response, he seemed to realize that she wasn’t about to storm out.

“Uh, sure, mama. I’ll be back soon,” Deeks answered. As he grabbed his keys again, he shot Kensi a questioning look (Are you ok with me leaving you alone here?) Kensi offered him a reassuring smile. She could handle 15 minutes with his mom.

She still felt a little nervous, but meeting Deeks’ mom, especially as a complete surprise, had been far less awkward and painful that she would have anticipated. Maybe it helped that she didn’t have a chance to build the moment up in her head.

“Thanks, kiddo!”

“No problem. Just don’t tell any embarrassing stories while I’m gone,” Deeks called over his shoulder.

“Yeah, no promises there!” Roberta called back with a chuckle. She shook her head, almost speaking to herself. “How I raised such a little prude I’ll never know.”

Kensi doubted anyone had ever described Deeks that way before.

She watched Roberta bustle around the kitchen, managing multiple dishes at once. Suddenly, a hint of guilt and self-consciousness running through her as she remembered her knee-jerk response to Roberta’s question about cooking.

“You know, when I said I didn’t like cooking, I wasn’t thinking. I’d be happy to help,” Kensi said, unable to stop a nervous laugh. Deeks would call it a cackle. “Honestly, it probably wouldn’t hurt to learn a few things.”

“What are you talking about? I appreciate the honesty.” Roberta made a face, pausing to look up from the open oven.

“Well, I just want you to know that I care about Deeks. Marty. I don’t want to give the impression I’m taking advantage of him or anything.”

Roberta stood, staring at Kensi for a full, very uncomfortable, ten seconds. Then she pulled off her oven mitts, tossing them to the side.

“The moment I saw you, I knew you cared about my son. Hell, I knew it the first time he mentioned you,” Roberta told her. “Never even crossed my mind to think you weren’t treating him right.”

“Really?” Kensi asked uncertainly.

“Absolutely.” Her face took on a slowly melancholy look. “He hasn’t always had a lot of happiness in his life. It’s good to know he has you now.”

Kensi didn’t know what to say to that, and Roberta seemed to realize it. She squeezed both Kensi’s shoulders, her smile reassuring.

“Now, I gotta come up with a story to tell you before Martin gets back,” Roberta said, effectively switching the subject.

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Truth or Dare

***

“Truth or Dare?” Deeks asked, looking out the passenger window as he spoke. With an overnight surveillance shift, they’d exhausted most other forms of entertainment and resorted to middle school party games.

“Dare,” Kensi said immediately, just as she had the last three times after Deeks asked her to share her most embarrassing moment on a date.

“Ok. I dare you to clean out the middle compartment out. It’s filthy.”

“That’s a terrible dare,” Kensi scoffed.

“Yeah, well, I’m limited by our current circumstances,” Deeks answered, flashing Kensi a smirk. “And I figured we’re sticking with G-rated dares still.”

“Yes.” She rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ll clean it tomorrow. Your turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” He’d alternated between each answer, and in the process Kensi had learned that he once helped Ray write a final paper so he wouldn’t flunk.

She mulled over possible questions, wondering if it would be wrong to take advantage of the light-hearted activity to pose a serious and far more personal one. After a few more seconds, she shifted to face Deeks. He still was focused on the window.

“You’ve told me that you’ve never lived more than two miles from where you grew up, said your dad told you he hated you one Thanksgiving, and that you shot him when you were eleven. Which directly conflicts with your Thanksgiving story. So, which one is true?” she asked, watching as Deeks stilled completely.

“Wow, that’s quite a shift from petty shoplifting,” he drawled, turning to look at her. Kensi lifted her chin, not backing down just yet. She supposed he could always refuse to answer, but she hoped he wouldn’t.

“Well?”

“The two miles bit was a way to connect with a kid who we needed to help us. The rest…” he sighed and dragged his hands through his hair. “You’re right, I did not see my dad any Thanksgiving in the last 20 years, because he’s been in jail. He did tell me that he hated me, but I was 9.” He flicked an uncertain look at her, and Kensi tried not to let her expression change. “The rest is all true.”

“You never said exactly what happened,” she prompted before she could stop herself.

Deeks turned to face the window again.

“My dad was beating my mom like he always did. Then he grabbed a gun. Threaten to kill both of us,” Deeks said in an oddly wooden voice. “I think he was shocked I actually shot him. I think you can fill in the rest of the details.”

The car was absolutely silent in the wake of his response, and Kensi felt suddenly chilled and a little sick even though she’d instigated the whole conversation.

“I’m sorry,” she started to say, but Deeks just shook his head.

“It’s ok. It was a long time ago. Time heals right?”

Kensi didn’t respond, just stared at the back of his head, a darkened silhouette. Some things no amount of time could heal, she thought.

***

A/N: I figure Deeks told Kensi the full story once they got together.

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A/N: Once again, thanks to @mashmaiden for reminding me that today is Deeks’ birthday. I swear I just don’t have a brain anymore. In any case, happy 45th birthday to Martin Atticus Deeks.

***

The Best Birthday

“Shhh, you’re going to wake him up.”

“I’m being as quiet as I can. Can you grab the syrup?”

“Let me put the flowers down first.”

Deeks cracked one eye open, first registering the twins cradled in either arm. He vaguely recalled going to change them last night in a haze of sleep. He turned his head to the side where Kensi and Rosa were still whispering, bent over something on the side table. He heard the distinctive click of a lighter.

“Ouch!”

“Don’t get wax on the—”

“Do I wanna know what’s going on over there,” Deeks croaked, not bothering to lift his head. Kensi and Rosa spun around simultaneously, Rosa hurrying to block his view of the table.

“Baby, you’re supposed to be sleeping still,” Kensi lamented, moving over to the bed and leaning to kiss him.

“And you’re supposed to be taking it easy,” he reminded her. “Cause of these gremlins.” He lifted his shoulders in the direction of the oblivious twins.

“I think I can handle carrying a lighter upstairs,” she countered as Rosa stepped forward with a tray, laden with an omelet, fruit, coffee, and thick pancakes topped with lit candles.

“Happy Birthday, Marty,” Rosa wished him, waving her hand over the spread with a flourish.

He shifted himself higher against the pillows while keeping Caleb and Sophia cradled in his arms. “This is amazing, but I didn’t expect anything this year with everything going on.”

“It’s a very important day,” Kensi said with a fond smile. “One that I’m never, ever going to miss again. She kissed him again, sliding onto the bed next to him, and reached to take Sophia.

“Hey, I can still eat and hold them at the same time,” he protested, scooping both babies a little tighter on his chest.

“I know, but you don’t have to. I promise I’ll give them back as soon as you’re done.”

Kensi scooped up Caleb and Sophia, settling beside him, and Rosa set the tray over his lap.

Deeks gingerly blew out the candle stuck in the center of the pancake stack, putting it to the side. He was about to dig in when Rosa crawled up next to him. Something about that, maybe combined with the lack of sleep, made his heart squeeze with sudden affection, and the odd urge to cry.

“What’s wrong? Did we forget something?” Kensi asked, making Deeks realize he’d been sitting there with an empty fork for a while. He glanced between Rosa, the twins, and finally Kensi. His family.

“No. No, this is absolutely perfect,” he assured her, brushing a couple tears back. “Thank you, baby.”

“Happy Birthday, Deeks. We love you.”

***

A/N: I just love writing Deeks as the happiest dad.

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A/N: Superhero cookies start tonight for my younger nephew’s birthday, so you get a little random fic today. Takes place shortly after Nell’s arrival in season 2.

***

Through Another’s Eyes

“Deeks seems nice.”

“Huh?” Kensi looked up from the pile of personal belongings she and Nell were sorting through. It took her a moment to focus and register Nell’s observation enough to respond. She followed Nell’s gaze to across the room where Deeks paced as he talked—liaised—with someone from LAPD. “Nice? Yeah, I guess so,” Kensi said, shrugging.

“Why do you say it like that?” Nell asked, sounding surprised.

“I don’t know. It’s just not a word I would normally associate with him.”

“Really? So far he’s been really friendly and helpful. He jumped my car the other day. Did you know he surfs?”

Nell had been a fixture for approximately three weeks now, and had mostly settled. She supposed she should have expected that Deeks would attempt to charm Nell.

“Everyone surfs here. It’s LA,” Kensi commented dismissively.

“Yeah, but he’s good. I looked him up, and he won a few smaller competitions when he was younger,” Nell shared.

Now that was news to Kensi. He’d spent enough time describing the perfect wave and his favorite surfing spots that she would have expected any awards to come up too. Frequently.

“He’s cute too,” Nell admitted in a lowered voice. Her cheeks had just a hint of a blush, yet she didn’t look all that embarrassed. Kensi felt a twinge of unease that Nell had been checking out her new partner.

“Oh lord, you like him too,” Kensi groaned. At Nell’s raised eyebrow, she explained. “Wherever he goes, a trail of business cards and sharpie numbers follow him.”

“That makes sense. He’s got that whole easy going, surfer guy look going for him. The blue eyes, the blonde hair, and when he smiles? Best feeling in the world,” Nell gushed.

“He’s also loud, annoying, and full of himself,” Kensi added to the list. And loyal and protective, her mind supplied unhelpfully.

“Yeah, but aren’t most of us in this field a little egotistical? It kind of comes with the territory. We have to project that we’re the best to instill confidence.”

“Oh, he’s confident all right.”

Deeks turned their way at that moment, running his hand through his unruly curls in obvious frustration. He flashed them a quick smile, then immediately returned to talking a mile a minute.

“If you like him so much, why don’t you ask him out?” Kensi found herself saying. She immediately regretted the question.

“I would, but somehow I don’t see anything romantic working between us,” Nell said, flashing Kensi a speculative look. “For now I’m happy to admire from afar and become good friends.”

Kensi found herself oddly, and worryingly relieved by that. She snuck another glance at Deeks. Clearly they’d been spending too much time together. That was definitely the answer. Nothing else.

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Collateral Damage, Part 6

***

Kensi stumbled through the wood. It turned out that her legs were less stable than she’d thought, and it was taking considerable effort to stay upright.

Damn concussion.

She’d been going for about 15 minutes and heard no signs she was being pursued, so when she came along a thicker patch of trees surrounded by brush. Choosing a spot the would allow her the best vantage point, Kensi slid down the trunk of the largest tree.

She tipped her head back, willing back the lingering ache and nausea. She didn’t know if the rolling in her stomach was thanks to being knocked out or morning sickness. Either way, she really didn’t want to throw up right now. Drawing in several deep breaths, Kensi waited for her stomach to settle.

In her desperation to get out, she hadn’t taken anything besides the pocket knife. Her own knife had been tucked in the side of her boot as always this morning, and she wondered if anyone had thought to check for it. She reached down, wiggling her index and middle fingers into the shaft of her boot, smiling in triumph when she felt the familiar handle of her knife.

She secured her borrowed knife in the waistband of her jeans and kept her own clenched in her hand. It wasn’t as good as her Glock, but gave her a small sense of security. At least now she had some way of protecting herself.

Her stomach had mostly settled by now, so Kensi gave herself two more minutes, then pushed up against the tree trunk to stand. Although her head still hurt, thankfully the nausea didn’t return. Taking stock of her location, she headed in the direction that seemed less densely populated.

As she walked, Kensi found herself talking to the twins. She didn’t know if they could feel her fear or anything else that was going on, but once the idea occurred to her, she couldn’t shake it.

“Don’t worry, we’re going to get out of here soon. Before you know it, we’ll be home and maybe Daddy will make tacos or frittata.”

She pressed her palm over her abdomen, reassured by the slight bump underneath. The thought of Deeks sent a sharp wave of pain through her chest. He’d be terrified right now. Usually he channeled that terror into anger, and she imagined him punching through the closest thing at hand.

“I think I might take that time off Kilbride keeps offering. We could go to Malibu again. Or finally go on our honeymoon, five years too late,” she said, thinking it sounded like something Deeks might say.

Continuing on with her one-sided conversation, Kensi walked for about 15 minutes before the foliage began to decrease and she saw the hint of road through the trees. She broke into a run, tripping slightly over roots in her hurry to reach the road, and possible freedom. When her boot hit the worn asphalt, Kensi let out a quiet gasp of relief.

She swiped a a few strands of dirty hair off her damp cheek, ignoring the exhaustion weighing on her body, determined which direction led away from the house, and started off at a slow jog.

Not more than five minutes had passed when Kensi heard the unmistakable sound of a vehicle quickly approaching. She stood frozen, caught in indecision.

Did she wait and see who was coming, risking running into the third kidnapper? Or hide and lose a chance of being rescued.

At the last second, she backed up into the woods, crouching among bits of fallen trees, and waited.

***

A/N: This one’s a little short and not the most interesting. Although Kensi is being her usual amazing self.

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A/N: Happy Valentines Day to you all! Enjoy some Densi.

***

We’ll Make Our Own Fun

“That was fun,” Kensi said, glancing at Rosa briefly as she turned onto Roberta’s street.

“Yes, thank you for coming with me.” Rosa held up her hand, examining her fingernails, currently adorned with a pink and white striped design. “I feel very fancy.”

“Good. I’m glad you enjoyed your first manicure.” She parked in front of Roberta’s house, which was completely lit from inside. “I can’t remember the last time I got one. Maybe our wedding.”

“Well, now you’re all ready for Valentine’s Day,” Rosa told her cheerfully.

Kensi snorted. “Yeah, Deeks and I have never had the best luck when it comes to celebrating holidays. Caleb and Sophia won’t exactly increase the romance.” She held up a finger, even though Rosa hadn’t looked ready to object. “Not that I would change anything.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to enjoy the evening.” Smiling, Rosa opened the passenger door. “Oh, Roberta asked me to help her move some boxes, so I might not be home before Steven picks me up.”

“Ok, well have fun, be safe, and tell Steven we say hi. Call if you need anything,” Kensi said, leaning over to give Rosa a hug.

“I will.”

Out of habit, Kensi waited until Rosa was actually inside before pulling out of the driveway. It took approximately a minute to drive to their house, which was about 20 seconds longer than Roberta on foot thanks to her various shortcuts.

She came in through the back door, and the first thing she registered was the relative quiet. The second was the scent of rich spices permeating the air.

“Deeks,” Kensi called out, slowly walking from the kitchen into the dining room. She stilled just inside the entrance, her mouth dropping open slightly as she took in the candle lit room, table set with their finest dishes, Deeks standing to the side. “Deeks,” she repeated more softly.

“Surprise,” he said, crossing over to her. He took her hands, gently drawing her towards the table.

“What is all this?” It was fairly obvious, but Kensi felt vaguely stupid right now. She’d anticipated walking in to the twins needing something, not a romantic dinner.

“Your Valentine’s present.”

“I thought the spa session was my present,” Kensi said, narrowing her eyes as a suspicion began to build.

“The manicure was just a ploy to get you out of the house for a couple hours,” Deeks explained. “Rosa was extremely happy and eager to assist.”

Kensi recalled Rosa checking her phone periodically throughout their nail appointment. She’d assumed she was testing Steven, or a friend, but she’d likely been giving Deeks updates.

“Rosa’s interference aside, how did you have time to decorate and cook a meal in two and a half hours?”

“Well, mom watched the oven a couple of times when the twins needed something.”

“Baby, this is amazing. I can’t believe you planned all this for me,” Kensi murmured, wrapping her arms around him, and laying her cheek on his chest. She stayed there for a few moments, then tipped her head back to kiss him.

“I figured we deserved to celebrate for once. Especially with how crazy the last year has been,” he said. Squeezing her tightly for a few seconds, he slid his hands down to hers, guiding her to the table.

He lifted the lid off Kensi’s plate with a flourish. “For my lady bird, we have authentic carnitas—or as close as I could get it with Rosa’s help—with a side of refried beans, and as much guacamole as your heart desires,” Deeks declared, gesturing to the large plate.

Kensi’s mouth watered as she stared at the perfect looking tacos. She licked her bottom lip, considering the food, then Deeks for a moment. He was wearing her favorite shirt and pants; the ones that seemed to drive all sane thought from her head.

“Where are Caleb and Sophia?” she asked, dropping her voice as though they might hear her.

“Sleeping. I got them down about 20 minutes ago.”

“Good.” She took his hand, dragging him away from the table.

“Woah, Kens, don’t you want to eat?” he asked, sounding completely confused. She paused, turning to face him.

“I do. It look absolutely phenomenal baby, but Rosa is out for the next few hours, the twins are sleeping, and…I’d like to take advantage of this unforeseen opportunity.” She dropped her eyes to travel down Deeks’ body, straightening his collar.

He fixed her with one eye, his mouth open in an incredulous laugh. “Kensi, you’re not…are you sure that’s a good idea this soon?”

Sighing, Kensi pressed her forehead against his cheek. It just made her want him even more. “Ok, maybe we shouldn’t have sex just yet, but I’m sure we can find something fun to do. Unless you don’t want to.”

Deeks chuckled, shaking his head to deny the suggestion. Pulling her closer, he cradled her cheeks, kissing her deeply enough that Kensi’s entire body felt like it might combust. “The food can wait,” he decided, when he pulled away.

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In Miss Blye’s Class, Part 27

***

Kensi stayed for dinner and while Deeks cleaned up. Over the course of the evening, Caleb slowly opened up a little more, even breaking a couple of smiles.

Deeks thought at least a part of his continued reserved behavior came down to embarrassment. While Deeks appreciated that Caleb recognized what he did was wrong, he also didn’t want him to wallow in guilt.

When he had finished cleaning the few dishes used for the pizza, and packed up the half-finished meal he’d started, Deeks made his way into the den. He found Kensi and Caleb with their backs to the door, bent over a book. He stayed in the doorway watching them interact, and listened to the rise and fall of Kensi’s voice more than the words.

“Wait, did you forget to read the fine print!!!!” Kensi exclaimed.

“They ate spicy salsa on accident and now it’s going to make them breathe fire,” Caleb announced in between giggles. “And then the whole house is gonna burn down.”

Deeks smiled as he recognized one of Caleb’s most favorite books. Even if it had be a crappy couple of days, he had a lot to be grateful for. Mainly the two people crouched over a book about dragons. He waited for them to finish before interrupting with a gentle clearing of this throat.

“Hey kiddo, it’s getting close to bedtime,” he said, and both Kensi and Caleb’s heads swiveled towards him.

“We were having so much fun, we completely lost track of time,” Kensi said, nudging Caleb with her knee. “I better get home. Have good night, ok?”

“Ok. Thanks for reading with me, Kensi.” He dipped his head, peeking up from under his bangs. “Can I hug you?”

“Of course.” Leaning forward, he wrapped his arms as tightly as he could around Kensi, clinging to her for several long moments. When he let go, Kensi brushed his hair back with a fond smile that made Deeks’ chest ache in a way that wasn’t physical. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Kensi,” he said.

“I’ll walk you out,” Deeks offered. “I’ll be back in a couple, buddy.”

Caleb nodded, turning back to the small pile of books and trains scattered nearby.

“Ugh.” Deeks rubbed his palms over his face as he and Kensi reached the front door. “This is not how I imagined today going.”

“Hey, we’re all going to have bad days. Compared to some of my other relationships, this is actually not that bad.

“Very reassuring.” Holding out his hand, Deeks waited for Kensi to thread her fingers through his. “I should have told you about Monica sooner,” he added.

“Yeah,” Kensi agreed. “But I also understand why you didn’t.” She sighed, her smile a little melancholy. “Exes are hard. Especially when there are kids involved.” She tugged lightly on his hand. “Let me know if you need anything. Talk, yell, cry. I’m here and I promise not to judge.” She nodded. “Well, not too much.”

Deeks chuckled, and shook his head. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” she told him, leaning in for a brief kiss. “Good luck with your talk.”

Deeks shut the door behind Kensi, dragging both hands through his hair. He’d been thinking about how to approach this conversation all evening, and still wasn’t settled on what to say. He walked back to the den; Caleb had cleaned up everything, with more care than usual.

“I’m ready to go to bed,” Caleb announced.

“Come here for a minute,” Deeks said, sitting in one of the chairs, and Caleb hung his head, shuffling over reluctantly. He stopped with his still lowered, which just made Deeks want to wrap him up in a big hug. He pulled Caleb onto his lap, settling him on one knee.

“Kensi said you told her you were upset about mom and that’s why you got mad and threw the block. Is that true?”

Caleb shrugged once, and then gave a single jerk of his head, still not looking up. Deeks gently tipped his chin up. The were the sheen of tears in his eyes.

“Why didn’t you say anything to me?”

“I don’t know.” Another shrug.

“You know you can tell me anything,” Deeks reminded him. Caleb didn’t respond, so he prompted. “Why are you upset about mom coming to visit?”

“Because you always get sad when she does,” Caleb answered, with a hint of sadness and bitterness, which had no place in a five year old’s voice. “I like it when we’re happy. And I like having Kensi here, and I don’t want it to change.”

Deeks blinked at him in shock for a moment as he processed everything Caleb had just revealed. He’d tried to conceal his true feelings about Monica, but apparently he hadn’t been as successful as he thought.

“Hey, first of all, you do not have to worry about how I’m feeling, Caleb. That’s not your job, ok? If you wanna see mom, then that’s what we’re going to do. It doesn’t matter how it makes me feel.” He tapped Caleb’s chin, until he made eye contact again.

“Secondly, mom coming back isn’t going to change anything with Kensi,” he said.

“You promise?” Caleb whispered hopefully.

“Yeah, I do.” He let that sink in for a few seconds. “So, what do you think about mom visiting again while she’s here?”

Caleb considered the question with a tilt of his head. “I don’t know. I have to think about it.”

“That’s fine. It’s always good to think about things before you make a decision,” Deeks said approvingly. As they talked, Caleb had slowly melted into his chest. He could tell he was fading fast.

“Hey, one more thing.” Deeks rested his hand on Caleb’s back. “I know you weren’t feeling like yourself when you threw that toy today at school, but that can’t happen again, ok?”

Caleb nodded into his chest, sniffling a little.

“It’s never ok to hurt people, even when we have really big feelings. If you feel like you did today again, you come talk to me, or Kensi, or another grown up,” he told him.

“Ok. I’m sorry, daddy.”

“I forgive you. We still gotta make it right though, so tomorrow I want you to apologize to your friend, and Kensi.”

“That’s all?” Caleb asked in surprise.

“First time offender,” Deeks joked, hugging Caleb tighter. “It happens again though, there’s gonna be more consequences. Like losing privileges.”

“Ok,” Caleb whispered again, curling his fingers into Deeks’ shirt.

“Love you, kiddo.” Kissing the top of his head, Deeks held him closer. A few minutes more wouldn’t hurt.

***

A/N: And of course, the book referenced in this chapter is the wonderful “Dragons Love Tacos” by Adam Rubin and Daniel Salmieri. It’s been a staple for me ever since Eric read it during one of his story time videos.

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This little story was requested by @mashmaiden, who wanted twin shenanigans.

***

Human Playground

“Dada, mo!”

“Ok, 1, 2, 3…liftoff!” Swinging Sophia in his arms, Deeks spun her arid in a series of fast circles. He came to a sudden stop after about 10 seconds, briefly tossing her up in the air before he settled her in the crook of one arm.

“Caya pin!” Caleb demanded, bouncing on his tiptoes as he reached up. Deeks put his free hand on his hip and looked down at the 15 month old. He started getting worn out about five turns ago, but who was he deny his children? Especially when they gave him pleading little smiles.

“Ok. One more spin, but then that’s it,” Deeks told Caleb, turning to include Sophia in the statement. She stuffed half her fist in her mouth, letting out a mischievous giggle. “Oh, you two are trouble.”

***

Kensi found Deeks 25 minutes later, laid out on the floor with Sophia and Caleb crawling over his legs and torso. It was a fairly adorable sight.

“Babe, are you ok?”

“Merry-go-round,” he responded, lifting his head just enough to eye her. “For half an hour.”

“They wore you out, huh?” Kensi asked, sympathetically. She squatted and brushed her fingers through his hair.

“They could give some of our former suspects a run for their money.” At that moment, Caleb crawled up his stomach, smacking a hand in the center of his chest. “Thanks.”

“Hi mommy,” Caleb said, grinning up at Kensi as he continued to play a surprisingly rhythmic beat on Deeks’ chest. Not to be outdone Sophia scrambled over to his side.

“Hi sweetie.” Kensi grabbed the patting hand and kissed it. Caleb brought his palm to his mouth in his best attempt at blowing a kiss back.

“Dada seep,” Caleb informed her in a loud whisper.

“Yeah, he’s very tired,” Kensi agreed.

“Dada up. Up, up, up!” Sophia shouted, tangling her fingers in Deeks’ hair, and tugging with each repetition of the word.

“Ok, how about we give daddy a break? I think he’s been a playground for long enough,” Kensi suggested, grabbing first Sophia and then Caleb under the armpits and depositing them on the floor next to Deeks.

“Thanks,” Deeks sighed, tucking one arm under his head. “I don’t know how humans so tiny can cause so much pain. One of these days they’re going to be the death of me.”

“And you’ll love every single moment,” Kensi predicted, and Deeks smiled.

“Mm, you may be right.”

She leaned down to kiss him, just a soft brush of her lips. “Our baby ninja assassins are lucky to have you.”

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Collateral Damage, Part 2

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“Kensi’s pregnant?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Oh my god, that’s why she was sick for two weeks.”

A sharp whistle cut through all the chatter and jarred Deeks enough for him to realize Sam was walking towards him, blocking out everything else.

“Everybody shut up for a minute,” Sam said. Gripping Deeks’ shoulder, he dipped his head, giving the illusion that it was just the two of them. Deeks focused on the tight, almost painful pressure of Sam’s fingers. “Deeks, can you hear me?”

Deeks nodded sharply, purposely drawing in a long breath.

“Good. Now are you sure about Kensi being pregnant?”

“Yeah. She’s 13 weeks,” Deeks answered, his chest squeezing so tight he thought he might pass out.

“Hey, steady Deeks, it’s going to ok,” Sam said, centering Deeks with a palm in the center of his chest. Glancing over his shoulder at the rest of the team that Deeks only just now noticed were still watching. “C’mon, let’s go take a breather. You guys get everything together. We’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Deeks numbly followed Sam to the locker room, barely aware of anything around him. In the back of his mind, he knew he needed to rescue Kensi, but overwhelming panic made focusing on anything impossible. Kensi, their children, could be dead right now.

“Hey, Deeks, breathe!” Sam ordered him as he carefully shoved Deeks down onto a bench.

“I—I can’t,” he stuttered out between ragged breaths that did nothing to stop his fuzzy vision or shaking hands.

“Yes, you can. Focus on me, Deeks.”

Deeks looked into Sam’s eyes, forcing himself to study the way his pupils almost blended into his irises.

“That’s good, Deeks. Now breathe with me.”

After an unknown amount of time, Deeks felt his heart rate start to slow, and the tightness in his chest eased.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m terrified, Sam. I feel like I’m about to lose everything.”

“That’s understandable,” Sam assured him. “This is scary.”

“If anything happens—this pregnancy is everything to both of us, but for Kensi. I don’t know what she would do,” Deeks whispered. “This can’t be happening.”

“We aren’t going to let anything happen to them. In order to do that—and I’m probably going to regret saying this—I need angry Deeks to come out to play. Because as destructive as you can be when you’re angry, you get things done. And Kensi and your baby need you right that from you right now.”

“Twins.”

“What?” Sam asked, thrown off by the single word. At any other time, Deeks would have been pleased to shock Sam Hanna.

“We’re having twins,” Deeks repeated slightly more loudly. He laughed weakly. “Not exactly how we planned on telling everyone.” Tilting his head back, he swallowed against his teeth. “I need them back, Sam.”

“We’re going to do everything in our power to make that happen,” Sam told him. “And you’re going to be right there with us.

***

A/N: I hope this was satisfyingly angsty and emotionally whumpy.

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A/N: This took me entirely too long to finish.

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Collateral Damage, Part 7

Every breath Kensi took sounded like a freight train barreling through as she tried to stay as quiet and still as possible. It must have taken just a few seconds for the truck to pass by where she hid, yet it seemed like an eternity. Only when it was completely out of sight did she cautiously crawl out of the weeds.

Another wave of dizziness rocked her, and she grabbed onto a spindly tree until is passed. She needed to find some kind of shelter soon, preferably with a phone, because she was fading quickly. The desire to sit back down and rest for a few more minutes was overwhelming.

She had the babies and Deeks and Rosa to think about. They needed her to keep going. Pushing past her exhaustion, Kensi imagined Deeks’ smile, then two tiny faces with blonde curls to keep her feet moving as she climbed back onto the gravel road.

Somehow trekking through woods in adverse conditions, with injuries had been a lot easier a few years ago.

“Don’t even start,” she said to the imaginary Deeks in her head.

She blamed her dizziness and mounting headache for her lack of awareness. She never heard someone approaching from behind.

“Move another step and I’ll shoot your kneecap out,” a low voice growled from somewhere behind her. She recognized that voice from earlier at the house. Stilling, she quickly slid the knife in her hand into the cuff of her sleeve and held her arms out to the side.

Stopping within touching distance, he ran his hands down her sides and ankles, the muzzle of a gun dragging along her clothes.

“I knew I saw something out here when drove by,” he said with a smug voice that made Kensi want to break his nose. “Looks like you’re not so smart after all, Special Agent.”

Kensi nearly snapped then. She was tired, she hurt, and he was mocking her.

“Before you do anything you’ll regret, you should know that I’m pregnant,” Kensi told him, working to control her anger. It had worked with the last guy, though he was obviously younger and less experienced.

“Yeah, and I’m a Nigerian Prince. Turn around slowly and if you try anything—”

“You’ll shoot my knee out. Yeah, I heard you the first time,” Kensi interrupted. She should be terrified, or at the very least worried, but instead she felt a kind of fury induced focus come over her.

She turned, taking in the man’s dark blonde hair, about six feet tall, and glasses concealing his upper face. He grabbed her arm, pushing her in front of him as he began leading them back the way she’d come.

They went maybe a few hundred yards before the truck came into sight, and she knew she needed to act now or lose her chance. On the next step, stumbled forward a step, letting the knife slide backinto her hand, and as he reached to grab her, she spun, aiming for his ribs. She knew she made contact when he reared back with a roar of pain.

Kensi jerked the knife back out, adopting a fighting stance as he pressed his hand to his side, coming away with blood.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he promised.

***

Deeks had two choices: take one of the vehicles and backtrack along the gravel road, or head into the woods on foot. He didn’t know how severe any of Kensi’s injuries were, but he couldn’t see her heading into the open where she’d be more vulnerable.

Working mostly on instinct, he made a snap decision, and headed for the woods. A few feet in, he found a clearly defined boot print in a patch of mud. Deeks bent to examine it. He instantly recognized the familiar pattern of treads and the shape of the outline.

“Thank god you wore boots today, Kensi,” he murmured, rising. There was another less obvious print a few more yards, and he followed it along with the signs of trampled foliage.

The path deviated a little here and there, which concerned Deeks slightly. Based on the depth of the boot prints, she hadn’t been running, meaning she hadn’t been chased. Or at least he hoped.

A few times he had to guess that Kensi continued straight when the signs dropped off for more than a few yards. Eventually though, the trees began to think, and he knew he’d was reaching the other side of the woods. He knew Kensi wouldn’t have stopped unless she was seriously hurt, but he still felt his stomach sink in disappointment when he stepped out onto a gravel road and found it completely empty.

He started jogging along the road, hoping it wasn’t taking him farther from Kensi. He’d made it about half a mile when he heard a distant, yet piercing cry coming from the same direction. He broke into a full out run, shoes skidding on the gravel in his haste. A couple more shouts filled the air as he got closer, and then he drew even with a dust-covered truck, and two people on the ground.

Kensi was sprawled on the ground, fighting a man who just have been Ricky Dorton. She landed a punch squarely in his face, and she managed to crawl a few feet away before he grabbed her again, forcing her down with a rough movement, and pinning her down with his body.

Rage and fear filling him, Deeks ran the last few feet and jerked the man off Kensi, throwing him off balance. Not giving him time to react, he slammed his fist into the guy’s head repeatedly until he collapsed to the ground with a pained exhalation, his eyes slipping shut. Deeks unceremoniously cuffed him and tossed his weapon out of reach, then rushed to Kensi’s side.

“Kensi,” he breathed out, his voice trembling. She hadn’t moved. He touched her shoulder, and she groaned, rolling onto her back, blinking slowly.

“Deeks.” She sat up far more quickly, and threw herself against him, arms tightening around his shoulders. Fine shudders ran through her entire body. He could tell she’d fought hard from the dust and dirt covering clothes and the scrapes covering what’s kind was visible.

“Oh my god, baby. Are you ok? Your head.” He brushed her hair back from the temple not tucked into his body, cradling her skull with the other hand as he checked for injuries. Blood crusted along her hairline over a nasty bruise.

“I think I have a concussion, but I’m ok,” she said into his neck. “We’re ok.”

“Oh my god,” he repeated. “You scared me, baby.”

“Me too. But it’s gonna be ok. You found us.” Her fingers bit into his sleeves, clutching at him, and he held her just as tightly. Relief filled him even as he thought that he’d almost been too late.

***

A/N: Yay, everyone’s ok!

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