#and for ejzah's birthday

[mashmaiden]

NCIS: Los Angeles - The Squid & Dagger

[ejzah]

A/N: It’s a bit late, but happy birthday to Kensi Marie Blye! Thanks to @mashmaiden for the fic scenario and general brainstorming.

***

The No Good, Very Bad Birthday

Deeks hefted a large cooler into the back of his truck, pushing it alongside two suitcases. There were also two camping chairs and hiking gear.

“Is that everything?” Kensi called from the ground. “If you let me take a look—”

“Oh Kensi, my love, did you really think I would fall for that? I’m not letting any details slip about this trip.” Deeks shifted to the side to block Kensi’s view as she tried see up into the truck. “So, it would be best if you just gave up trying.”

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”

She did step back so he could secure the top, and extended a hand to help him down. Together, they walked back into the house where Rosa and Roberta were entertaining the twins.

“Are you guys ready to go?” Rosa asked, passing Sophia to Kensi when she reached out. Deeks hauled Caleb up into his arms.

“Yeah. I’m going to miss you guys.”

“Adaba,” Sophia replied, patting Kensi’s cheek.

“All the numbers, doctors, and other important information are still in the binder on the counter,” Kensi said. Rosa nodded along, paying more attention than Roberta as Kensi and Deeks ran through the instructions.

While Deeks took Kensi on a surprise birthday trip, Rosa and Roberta had offered to take care of the twins. This wasn’t the first time Rosa had stayed with the twins overnight, but it would be the longest.

“I know you’ve got this handled, but don’t hesitate to call if anything happens or you need us to come back. Even if it’s just because you get sick of these two,” Deeks added. He tweaked Caleb’s cheek, hefting him higher on his hip.

“As if I could ever get tired of my beautiful brother and sister,” Rosa said. “We’ll be fine. Now please go have fun.”

“Of course they will.” Roberta rolled her eyes. “By the way, where’d you hide the key to the liquor cabinet?”

Deeks ignored her, turning back to Rosa.

He hugged her tightly and Kensi came on her other side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“Thank you.”

“We love you, call if you need us,” he said, and snuck a glance at Roberta . “And keep an eye on your crazy grandma.” He whispered the last part as he and Kensi passed the twins back to Rosa and Roberta.

“I will, but nothing’s going to happen. Love you, guys. Have a fun birthday, Kensi!” Rosa called after them on their way through the door.

***

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Kensi asked, snuggling into Deeks as she rode in the passenger seat of the truck. They’d been driving for a couple hours now, and the scenery had become distinctly greener and less populated.

“I guess we’re close enough. We are going to spend the next four days at a cozy little cabin. It’s not Mammoth, but the views and trails are supposed to be amazing,” Deeks told her. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “And there’s a fireplace and hot tub outside.”

“Ooh, sounds romantic.” She nuzzled his cheek, letting her hand creep up his thigh. “Where did you hear about it?”

“Kat. She said she stayed in one of the cabins a few years ago and it was amazing.”

“Well, if Kat gave it her seal of approval, then it’s got to be good. That girl does not like to endure any hardships,” Kensi said, and Deeks chuckled in agreement.

“No, she does not. Show ponies and filet mignon.”

“I could have done without the ponies, but the food was phenomenal,” Kensi admitted. She hadn’t known quite what to expect of Deeks’ surprise; anything would have been great, but was a little relieved they weren’t headed for a four day survival hike. The past couple years, combined with motherhood had lowered her appreciation for those kinds of activities.

They drove through increasingly winding roads surrounded by forest until they reached a small guardhouse. Deeks showed the guard their pass, and he was provided a small map of the grounds, keys, a pass for the truck and waved through.

“This is gorgeous!” Kensi exclaimed as they drove by rows of luscious trees. Deeks followed the directions on the map, stopping beside a clearing with a wooden cabin.

“This is a little more overgrown than I expected,” Deeks commented as they passed a tree growing through the crack between two slats of wood on the porch.

Inside, was a short entryway that immediately opened into a den area decorated with wooden furniture. It was small, but cozy-looking, and contained a fireplace as promised.

“It’s cute,” Kensi decided.

“I was going for luxurious. As per Kat and the website’s reviews. This is more…forest ranger.”

“It’s rustic, which I happen to like.” Nudging his shoulder, Kensi stepped back outside. “C’mon, let’s unload the truck and then we can explore the rest of the place.”

“Ok. But if the jacuzzi doesn’t work, I’m writing a strongly worded Yelp review,” he said as he followed her out.

***

Further exploration revealed most of the rooms had some level of water damage or decrepit amenities. The bathroom also sported a large spider in one corner, which they decided to leave to its own devices—though Deeks reserved the right to squash it if it made any signs of movement. Luckily for the owners, the jacuzzi did in fact work, though it would need a thorough cleaning before it would be fit for use.

They saved the master bedroom for last. Fortunately, the bed seemed reasonably sturdy, and clean. Though the same couldn’t be said of the floor beneath it. It creaked with every step, and Kensi didn’t point out the dark stains underneath.

Even though it wasn’t what Deeks had anticipated, it seemed good enough to her. She didn’t think they’d make it out of the bedroom for much of the first couple days.

With that in mind, Kensi threw herself back on the bed, tugging an unsuspecting Deeks with her, one hand tangling in his hair while the other settled comfortable on his lower back. His hands automatically fell to her hips, his body reacting to Kensi’s against his.

“Don’t you want to check for bed bugs, first?” he asked, his tone only half-joking.

“Baby, we have a full four days to ourselves. As much as I love our children, I’m looking forward to the uninterrupted alone time with you. Are you really going to waste a moment of it worrying about whether or not the sheets are two thousand count thread?” she asked.

“I don’t think two thousand is a—”

Kensi cut him off with a kiss, her hand sliding up the back of his shirt. Ot successfully distracted him from any further objections and within moments she had both of them out of their shirts.

***

Deeks woke sometime later to sunlight streaming across his face and a naked Kensi tucked between his arms. Burrowing his nose in Kensi’s neck, he sighed contentedly.

“See, it’s not so bad after all,” Kensi mumbled sleepily.

“Yeah, but you were willing to have sex with me in the middle of the desert while we were on the run from the federales. Your standards aren’t that high,” he pointed out. Kensi made a half-hearted swat at his back, that ended more like a caress.

“I was trying to get you to wake up.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh my god!” Kensi groaned. Deeks hid his grin in her shoulder, his body shaking with laughter. “You’re terrible.” Despite her proclamation, nudged his chin so she could reach his mouth, her lips moving softly over his.

“We should eat something,” he said breathily as Kensi kissed her way down his neck and chest.

“I’m not that hungry.”

“It won’t do us any good if we pass out from exhaustion.” At this, Kensi lifted her head, rolling back onto one elbow.

“I hate it when you make sense,” she sighed. Planting a hand on his chest, she pushed up, hovering over him. “But when we get done, you’re mine.” She dipped her head to kiss him one more time, then used his chest to sit up.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Deeks said. Rolling out of bed, he grabbed his discarded shorts, tugged them on, and headed for the kitchen.

Kensi wandered into the kitchen in just his t-shirt about 10 minutes later, finding him in the middle of filling a large pot with water. She peered over his shoulder, examining the boxes and cans spread over the small counters.

“What gourmet meal are you making me?”

“Fettuccini in a rosé sauce. Hopefully. Apparently the state-of-the-art kitchen is a little worse for wear too. Kat and I are going to have a little talk when we get back,” he said grimly, frowning at the hand-written sign taped over the oven that read “Out of order”.

“It’ll be ok,” Kensi insisted. “We brought enough food that doesn’t need to be cooked or at least doesn’t require an oven.”

He took a deep breath, reminding himself that he wasn’t doing either of them any good by constantly whining. “Sorry, you’re right. I just want you to have a nice birthday weekend.”

“I already am.” Kensi took advantage of his current position to slip her hands in his back pockets and squeeze. “I’m going to go to the bathroom and when I get back I’ll chop vegetables or something.”

Deeks continued prepping, getting out a bag of green beans, a jar of tomato sauce, and cream cheese. He was just dumping the sauce into a smaller pan when he heard Kensi make a truly bloodcurdling scream.

He didn’t have a gun with him of course, but out of instinct, he grabbed a chef’s knife and ran for the bathroom.

“Kensi!” he shouted, kicking the door open. He expected to find blood, an armed intruder, possibly a bomb. He did not anticipate Kensi to be standing over the sink, shaking out her hair. “Kens,” he repeated, slowly lowering the knife. “Everything ok?”

She turned around, eyes blazing. “No! I was washing my hands and a toad fell out of the ceiling and on my head.”

“A toad?”

“Yes. It was huge. It landed somewhere over there.” Pointing towards the other side of the room, she crossed her arms as Deeks poked around. He found said toad cowering—as much as a toad could cower—at one end of the tub.

“Oh, it’s just a toad, Kensalina,” Deeks said, cupping his hands and lowering them inside the tub. The toad obligingly hopped into them.

“I don’t care, they’re slimy and gross and I don’t want them in my hair.”

Deeks tried to keep his amusement at his tough-as-nails, could make a raft out of twigs Kensi freaking out over a two-inch amphibian.

“Do not laugh,” she ordered with a fierce expression.

“I would never,” he promised, making a hasty exit before broke that promise. “I’ll just take this little guy outside.”

Fortunately, the rest of the evening passed without anymore excitement. Dinner turned out pretty good, and they tumbled into bed, making plans to explore one of the trails the next day. Assuming they made it out of bed in time.

***

“We should have brought a machete,” Deeks said, settling his hands on his hips as he considered the fallen tree blocking their path. “Or maybe an electric saw.”

At the start of the leisure trail, everything had been fine. As they got deeper into the woods though, it became clear that no one had been back here in a long time. The path was overgrown with brush and trees had fallen in multiple places. Clearly, things had changed significantly since Kat stayed since Kensi could never imagine her stepping foot on this trail.

It wouldn’t have been that bad if Kensi had actually dressed for a wilderness hike. Instead, she’d foolishly worn shorts and a t-shirt, and she was now splattered with mud and scratched up. Deeks hadn’t faired much better.

“We should just go back.”

“No, we made it this far,” Kensi objected. She didn’t really know why. She was hot and itchy, and wanted nothing more than to go back to the cabin and shower. Somehow it felt like she’d be giving up if they didn’t finish this stupid trail. “There was a sign for a fire pit about half a mile back, let’s try and find that.”

“Are you sure? Cause I have no problem going back and spending the rest of today in the jacuzzi. Sans Frankie,” Deeks told her, and she rolled her eyes.

“I cannot believe you named the toad,” she groaned. Together, they turned around, retracing their steps.

“Well, pets have to have a name.”

“Oh, we are not keeping that thing. He can have the bathtub back when we leave.”

“You mean he’s not growing on you?” Deeks teased.

“No. The dog would probably end up eating him at some point anyway,” Kensi pointed out, and Deeks grimaced, following her as she took the slight right that the signpost indicated.

After a small incline, they found a small raised wood platform with two benches and chairs surrounding a brick fire pit.

“Huh, they actually told the truth this time,” Deeks commented. “I was expecting like a pit of snakes or something.

“Or quicksand,” Kensi added with a wry grin. She plopped down on the closest bench, feeling a soreness in her thighs from the unexpected trek.

“This is kind of nice,” Deeks admitted, taking the other side of the bench. He put his head back, letting out a relieved sigh.

A second later thunderous crack rolled through the air and without warning a sheet of rain poured down from the sky, instantly penetrating the foliage above.

Kensi stared in shock, completely still for a few seconds, then she started laughing.

“Happy birthday! I’ve officially gifted you the worst vacation ever!” Deeks shouted over the rain drops. “I’m sorry!”

“Deeks, come here.” Beckoning him closer, she grabbed the front of his now soaked shirt and kissed him firmly. She pulled back, her lips smacking against his. “I don’t care what we do or where we do it. If it’s eating sushi at the most extravagant hotel in the world or chasing toads out of a barely functioning bathtubs, I want to do it with you.”

“I wanted this to be special though.”

“It is. In its own way,” Kensi said. “The fact that you planned all of this, even if it didn’t turn out the way we expected, is special. And I love you for it.”

“I love you too,” Deeks murmured, leaning in for another kiss. They made out for a couple minutes as the rain soaked through their hair and clothes. Deeks pulled back, water dripping off of his nose.

“Do you want to see if we can get the deposit back, find a Super 8, and maybe get some ice cream?”

“Yes,” Kensi said immediately. “As quickly as possible.”

He laughed, mouth settling into a fond smile.

“Happy birthday, Kensi. Let’s never do this again.”

***

A/N: Thanks for reading this silly story!

Side note, up til I was around six, we had two pet toads. One was named Frankie.

[aprylynn]

Happy Birthday! 🎉

Thank you, Emily 💗💗💗

[imperiumwifestrikesagain]

Thanks for the tag @ejzah !

Reblog what you did/will do today, and what you are looking forward to tomorrow!!

Today so far, I have taken both kids to Sunday school, the older one stayed for church with her godparents, and the younger one came with me to my parents house after. We’ve been here chilling so far.

We’re meeting my IL’s for a late lunch for mil’s birthday around 2. After that we will probably head home, since my energy levels are still in the toilet. Might try to get some cleaning done. Idk

Tomorrow I want to actually get some school work done with my kid.

I’m tagging @arch78, @chenfordspiral, @mamadoc, @amy97213, @kanerallels

@ellickalways, @sisterofficerlucychen

[cbetham]

Happy Birthday @ejzah

[kalliopekorekind]

@ejzah hey lady. Thinking that it might be your birthday, in which case let me be a little late to the game and wish the best birthday going! Have fun, be awesome, laugh, and know you are loved.

[bluenet13]

Thanks @strandedchesspiece @chicgeekgirl89 for the tag!

With the year ending, let’s look back at what we did! What are your favorite creations you did or the ones you think deserve more love? Send this to 5 other creators to share the love.

It took me a long time and effort to get back to writing after stopping the last couple of years and I'm very glad I can make a list this year. I feel proud of all my stories but these are the ones that feel extra special to me.

1. Sir Percival

For a long time I wanted to write a story for a show other than NCISLA, especially for SEAL Team, and this year I finally did. It was also my first BTHB story and it started a better than usual writing year for me.

2. What's Really Keeping You Awake?

I always saw myself as an angst and hurt/comfort writer and this story helped me see that I can also write lighthearted, funny fics and have equal fun doing it.

3. Fix You

I've always loved writing dark, angsty, introspective stories and this is the first time I managed to do this for 911 Lone Star. This one is very me and the type of emotional story I've always enjoyed writing the most.

4. It's All In Your Head

Chicago Fire has been one my favorite shows for a very long time and this year I finally wrote a story for it. I had so much fun writing this one, putting my own spin on the shows' friendships and finally writing something for Casey and Brettsey.

5. No Longer Were the Stars Their Only Witness

Roswell New Mexico is my discovery of the year and I now love it and it's characters so, so much. I feel very proud of this story and hope it's only the first of many for this show and ship.

Honorable Mentions

Heroes Tonight

This was my first story for 911 Lone Star and my new favorite ship and it pushed my obsession with Tarlos to new levels. I also wrote it as a Birthday gift for a very good friend. She help me rediscover my love for fandom and fanfic this year, so this story will always be very special to me.

Special Occasions

This was another fluffy and fun story that in a way is very unlike me but I really enjoyed writing it and loved focusing on another side of my boys and my writing, and proving to myself that I can write more than angst and h/c.

Thank you so much to anyone who's read or interacted with any of my stories this year. I appreciate every one of you. Let's hope for more words and for my wips to become finished fics in 2022.

Tagging @ejzah @anonkp @glenncoco4 @wanna-be-bold @ravens-words @cosmiicmalex

[agentblyeanddeeks]

I was tagged by @ejzah

Name/Nickname: Katey/KayKay

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Aries/Taurus

Height: 5′ 5.5″

Time: 11:38am

Birthday: 4/20

Favorite Bands: S Club 7

Favorite Solo Artists: P!nk

Last Show: Friends

Last Movie: I don’t even know the last time I saw a movie

When did I create the blog: this blog December 2019 but I have had an account on tumblr since 2013

What I post: NCISLA only

Last thing I googled: best way to travel from London to Germany

Other Blogs: Charmed blog on Twitter

Do I get asks: Rarely

Why did I choose my URL: Because it’s Densi HELLO!

Following: 51

Followed: 84

Average hours of sleep: 7 or 8

Instruments: Used to play piano in 5th grade but forgot 100% of it

What I’m Wearing: 3/4 sleeve shirt, jeans, shoes, and a mask

Dream Job: Restaurant owner. 

Dream Trip: Been there, done that.

Favorite Food: mac and cheese

Nationality: white girl

Favorite Song: I don’t have a favorite song but Aude Lang Syne is stuck in my head.

Last Book I Read: reread a Charmed tie in novel

Top 3 Fictional Universes: NCISLA, Charmed, Friends

Tagging @mashmaiden @ncis-ncislafan @psyched1328

[wanna-be-bold]

Tagged by @lekyk

Name/Nickname: T

Gender: Female

Star sign: Virgo

Height: 5'2"

Time: 7:30

Birthday: August 31

Favorite bands: Dan + Shay, Rascal Flatts, Lady A

Favorite solo artists: Garth Brooks, Miranda Lambert

Last show: Last show I watched is NCIS

Last movie: Christmas Vacation and the Madea Christmas movie

When did I create this blog: Back in July 2012 (thanks to @hellokaelyn for finding this for me!)

What I post: mainly fandom things, sometimes person things

Last thing I googled: Criminal investigation jobs

Other blogs: Nope!

Do I get asks: occasionally, but I always love getting asks

Why did I choose my URL: it's what Kensi told Deeks in Humbug when they decided to go "all in." "I wanna be bold Deeks, but I wanna be bold with you."

Following: 435

Followers: 1,121

Average hours of sleep: 6-8

Instruments: I used to be able to play piano

What I'm wearing: yoga pants and a sweatshirt

Dream job: something with artist relations

Dream trip: Italy or Israel

Favorite food: steak and potatoes

Nationality: American

Favorite song: More than a Memory by Garth Brooks

Last book I read: The Choice by Nicholas Sparks

Top 3 fictional universes: NCIS

Tagging @mashmaiden @ejzah @glenncoco4 @chicgeekgirl89

[blogger360ncislarules]

                                          Leap Day

                            (Post S11′s The Circle)

It was very early the morning of February 29th (the day that only comes once every 4 years) The birthday girl had woken up early to see the sun rise.

As the sun rose, She reminicised on how the past 4 years had been for her and her team: Losing her partner, Almost losing her life more then once, Watching her team get blown up and nearly killed, Disappearing for 9 and a half months, Returning in stunning fashion to save Densi’s wedding, Eric’s undercover mission, Finding out one of her ‘orphans’ had turned evil, Stopping the blood feud between the family that cost Callen his mother and his chance at a normal life.

And chuckled, because despite all of that, her agents were still intact, and She was still alive.

‘To hell with these last 4 years!’

                   If I had been writing last month, I would’ve written this and posted this on Feb 29th. But today works too! 🎂❤

Tagging: @shipppphappens, @mashmaiden, @ejzah, @littlemiss3ma

[ejzah]

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.

[ejzah]

A/N: Happy Birthday 41st birthday to Kensi Marie Blye, ninja assassin and half of our favorite duo!

***

The Best is Yet to Come

Even a few years ago, Kensi wouldn’t have imagined she’d be the lady with a backyard full of people and a table laden with summer snacks and drinks to celebrate her birthday. A few years ago, she wasn’t even sure she was ready to be a mom, yet here she was with her own home, Rosa playing catch with her boyfriend, and another two kiddos happily cooking away.

In some ways, life was more chaotic than ever. In others, she’d never felt more at peace and sure of the future and her decisions.

She saw Deeks in the corner where they’d set up the grill, watching over Sam’s shoulder with what she imagined was an amused grin. As expected, Sam had taken control of barbecue duties shortly after he arrived, ignoring Deeks’ insistence that he was a guest.

Patting Sam on the shoulder, Deeks headed back across the yard, directly towards Kensi.

“Hey, baby, can I get you anything?” he asked, once he was a foot or so away. She already had a strawberry mint lemonade and some fruit on the whicker table next to her chair.

“You know, I can walk,” Kensi reminded him with a smile. “These babies haven’t made me an invalid yet.”

“Yes, but as your husband, who can’t physically carry said babies, it feels like the least I can do.”

She tilted her head, touched by the offer. In the last two and a half months, Deeks had made it his personal mission to keep her well fed and pampered, on top of his normal tendencies. Sometimes she worried he would work himself ragged trying to manage everything, but other times she let him have his way.

“Well, in that case, I’d like two cookies,” she decided. Sneaking her hand into his, she tugged on his arm until he got the message and got down to her level. Deeks arched an eyebrow at her, warmth in his eyes as she stole a kiss. “And you.”

“You know what I always say, my Ladybird gets whatever she wants,” he said with a ridiculous wiggle of his eyebrows. He patted her thigh affectionately, rising with an agility that Kensi envied. She tilted her head, enjoying the view as he sauntered in the direction of the tables set up under a small tent.

A faint jerking in her stomach had her pressing both hands against her stomach. It was an odd sensation, but not painful or uncomfortable at this point. “Somebody’s got the hiccups again, huh?” Kensi said, directing her question to her stomach. As if in response, she felt a flutter on her left side.

“Uh-oh, who’s acting up this time? Donut or Croissant?” Deeks had returned, a plate in hand. He bent down to kiss Kensi’s stomach through her shirt, following it with a brush of his free hand. “Hey, give Mama a break there kids.”

“Pretty sure it’s Croissant,” Kensi told him. At first, she’d resisted Deeks’ pastry related nicknames, but ultimately decided it was better than the Shawarma Twins. Plus, it had kind of grown on her.

“Not even four months old and already causing trouble,” he joked. “That’s ok, your Mom and Dad are kind of troublemakers too, so you’ll be in good company.”

Kensi smiled down at him fondly. She loved how much he talked and interacted with the babies, sharing everything from his favorite music to daily encouragement and little stories.

“What did you bring me?” she asked, attention drifting to the plate again, which held an impressive tower of food.

“Well, I didn’t know what you and the Pastry Babies were in the mood for, so I got a little of everything. There’s classic chocolate chip, a mocha brownie Mama made—don’t worry, they’re decaf, lemon bars, and what I think is red velvet, but could be beet since Anna made them.” He pointed to each dessert as he listed them, offering Kensi the plate when he finished.

“Ooh, brownie please.” She broke it in half, handing Deeks the other piece, explaining when he raised any eyebrow in surprise, “ This way I can try all of them.”

“God, I love you,” he sighed with a massive grin. Together, they happily shared the treats, watching the antics of their guests. Callen had wandered over to Sam and by the look of it, providing unwanted feedback, Rosa and Steven were tossing pretzels into each other’s mouths from a distance, and Roberta and Arkady….well, it was probably best if Deeks ignored any of their activities.

“I’m sorry this year’s celebration isn’t more elaborate,” Deeks apologized unexpectedly, raising Kensi’s hand to his lips for a soft kiss.

“What do you mean? This is great.” Kensi gestured to their yard, now overtaken by their former team, their significant others, Rosa, the moms, and more eating and socializing.

“It is, but I had planned on something a little more intimate.” He shrugged.

“I always enjoy whatever you do for my birthday, because it’s coming from you. I think this might be the best one yet though. I have you, Rosa, these little miracles,” she said, her hand passing over her stomach, gently cupping her four month bump. “41 is looking pretty good so far.”

“Yeah, it is,” Deeks agreed softly, leaning down to kiss her. “Happy birthday.”

[ejzah]

After all my complaining, the final results:

[ejzah]

A/N: Thanks @mashmaiden for reminding me about Deeks’ birthday. I’m as bad as Kensi.

Happy 44th birthday Marty Deeks! May you have many cronuts and sushi.

***

The One With the Surprise Party

“So, I hear it’s someone’s very special birthday coming up,” Kensi murmured, wrapping her arms around Deeks from behind as he sat at the dining table. She pressed a smacking kiss to his cheek, then more gently kissed behind his ear. Tipping his chin up, he pulled a face.

“Oh yeah, that thing.”

“Yeah that thing. We’re three weeks out.”

“Thanks for rubbing it in,” he joked. Kensi playfully tugged at the the longer bit of beard on his chin, speckled with a little gray.

“Seriously though, what do you want for your birthday?”

“I’ve got everything I want right here,” he replied, testing his neck enough to see her. “Well, one part is currently at book club, but the point still stands.”

Kensi could tell he meant it, but ever since that awful birthday years ago when she’d gotten the dates mixed up, she couldn’t let the day go without some form of celebration.

“Baby,” she wheedled, twining her fingers through his curls. “We finally aren’t running around like crazy trying to get the house in shape, or worried about money. Let’s celebrate in style.”

“I appreciate it, Kens, but all I really want is to spend time with my family.”

“If you’re sure.”

“Yep.” He stretched up to kiss her, smiling against her lips. “Just family and some good food. That’s all I need.”

“Ok,” Kensi agreed, leaving him to his work. She started scheming a few minutes later.

***

“This has been the perfect morning,” Deeks sighed, leaning back with a satisfied smile. The remnants of an omelet and French toast spread out in front of him. His hair was still just the slightest bit damp from their morning surfing, and was naturally starting to curl around his ears.

“Well, you said you wanted spend the day with family, so you’re stuck with us all day long,” Kensi said, popping a bite of syrup soaked pancake into her mouth. “No take backs.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He nodded to Rosa, who was making her way through a waffle. “So, what did you think of your first winter surf?”

“It wasn’t as cold as I expected. It was nice that there weren’t as many people around,” Rosa answered. “I think I am finally getting more comfortable and not like I might fall over every single time.”

“Uh, you killed it out there, Rose,” Deeks told her with enough enthusiasm to earn a grin from Rosa. “In a few more months, you’ll be better than me.”

“You see, he never gives me these kinds of compliments,” Kensi joked, nudging Deeks’ shoulder. He immediately turned with a would-be sincerity.

“Babe, your surfing is amazing, and I would watch you surf every day for the rest of my life. But you also try to knock me off my board at least once every time we go out.”

“It’s tradition,” she defended herself. “And we know how much you love tradition.”

“Uh-huh. I feel so loved.”

“I promise I won’t knock you over next time we surf,” Rosa offered, thought her giant grin took something away from the sentiment.

“I appreciate that, Rosa.” He grabbed the receipt their waiter had left on the table a few minutes ago, and made to stand. “I’ll go pay the bill—”

“Ah-ah-ah, the birthday boy does not pay for his own breakfast,” Kensi interrupted, snatching the slip of paper out of his hand. “I’ll pay this, and then we’re going shopping, because you my dear hubby, have not bought any new clothes in way too long.

She shared a smile with Rosa over Deeks’ head, pleased with how well things were coming together.

***

Deeks went along with Kensi and Rosa’s makeover with minimal complaint. It wasn’t that he hated dressing up per se, it was just easier, and a lot more comfortable to wear jeans and t-shirt.

Of course, those didn’t inspire the special gleam that tailored pants and a dress shirt did.

“You know, I don’t think I really need a tie with this,” he said as Kensi pulled into their driveway.

“But that blue one you have would look perfect,” Kensi insisted again.

“The sushi place has seen me in flip flops and three-day hoodie. I don’t think they’ll care if I show a bit of collar bone.”

“I have to get my purse anyway,” Rosa added, and between them they chivvied him up to the door. He had just enough time to notice that the curtains were drawn with light peeking through when Kensi swung the door open, and he was greeted with a chorus of,

“Happy Birthday!”

Deeks jerked back ever so slightly, stunned by the dozen or so people crowded in their living room.

“Get in here, man,” Sam said, tugging Deeks into the melee.

20 minutes later, he was loaded down with a plate of his favorite food, and surrounded by Kensi, Rosa, Callen, and Sam. Large shiny balloons decorated one of the walls, spelling out “Happy 44th Birthday”.

Everyone had given their well-wishes, hugs, and so forth. Across the room, he saw his mom holding court with Julia, Rountree, and Fatima. He’d bet his brand new shirt that she was currently telling every embarrassing story she could recall.

“Ok, how exactly did you pull this off?” he asked, wrapping his free arm around Kensi’s waist.

“It wasn’t easy,” Kensi said. “Planning a surprise birthday party is a

lot harder than you make it look. But Rosa is a pretty good coconspirator. She picked up supplies with Roberta and invited most of the guests.”

“It was fun,” Rosa said with a shrug. “I kind of like the…cloak and dagger?”

“I’m both impressed and concerned.” Deeks held up a Swedish meatball on his fork. “What I want to know is when you found time to do all—” he used the meatball to gesture at the decorations, which were pretty extensive—“this? And spend all day with me.”

“We have our ways,” Kensi said mysteriously.

“Does Kip’s somewhat sudden offer to catch up and play basketball with his old team yesterday have anything to do with?”

“Hey, we needed you out of the house for a solid 8 hours, and Kip was more than happy to help his good friend, Marty-Mar out.”

“We cooked everything at Roberta’s house so you wouldn’t get any ideas.”

“Your mother’s insane, Deeks,” Sam added, shaking his head. “Made me shred 8 chickens. You know how long that takes?”

“Wait, my mom had you guys cooking too?” Deeks started laughing, imagining his mom ordering Sam Hanna around her kitchen.

“Oh no, I was on balloon duty,” Callen said. “It takes a long time to blow them all up. A special technique.”

“I’m sure it does.” Sam glowered at him briefly, then allowed a tiny smile. “It was worth it for a friend. Just don’t ask me to do anything else with chickens.”

“Fair enough. Thanks for all of this.” Deeks dropped his gaze momentarily, suddenly embarrassed. “I truly did not expect any of it.”

“Hey, there’s only one Marty Deeks,” Callen said, raising his beer. “Long may he live.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Sam muttered, but took a drink along with the rest of the group.

“Ooh, I’m going to get your present.” Rosa jumped up from the table, hurrying off to her room.

“You know, I just have one question.” Deeks lowered his voice so only Kensi could hear. “If we were just coming home, why did I need a makeover?”

“Oh, that was all for me,” Kensi informed him with a sly grin. “And, it plays into your present from me. Which you’ll get after everybody’s gone.”

“Happy birthday to me,” Deeks said, leaning over to kiss Kensi, and tuning out the sound of Sam and Callen’s combined groans.

***

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this fluffy little piece.

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#5

“All the Little Things” Press Release

WHEN A NEWBORN CHILD IS FOUND ABANDONED ON A NAVY SHIP, KENSI AND DEEKS SEARCH FOR THE MOTHER ON BOARD BEFORE SHE DIES OF COMPLICATIONS, ON “NCIS: LOS ANGELES,” SUNDAY, MARCH 13

Peter Cambor Returns as Operational Psychologist Nate Getz

“All the Little Things” – When a newborn child is found abandoned on a Navy ship, Kensi and Deeks search for the mother on board before she dies of complications. Also, Nate (Peter Cambor) meets with Admiral Kilbride and learns about the CIA project from the ‘70s and ‘80s involving children, on the CBS Original series NCIS: LOS ANGELES, Sunday, March 13 (9:00-10:00 PM, ET/PT) on the CBS Television Network, and available to stream live and on-demand on Paramount+*.

GUEST CAST:

Peter Cambor (Operational Psychologist Nate Getz)

Bar Paly (Anastasia “Anna” Kolcheck)

Jeff Kober (Harris Keane)

Oleysa Rulin (Zasha Gagarin)

Jolene Kay (NCIS Special Agent Afloat Denise Morgan)

Nikki Crawford (Navy Captain Emily Carnes)

Carolyn Grundman (Navy Petty Officer 3rd Class Sofia Addison)

Preston Jones (Gary Drummond)

Ty Chen (Navy Petty Officer 3rd Class Hill)

Jason Woods (Navy Seaman Harold Forest)

Matt Pascua (Navy Seaman Brandon Elger)

Duncan Campbell (NCIS Special Agent Castor)

WRITTEN BY: R. Scott Gemmill

DIRECTED BY: Terrence O’Hara

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Set pictures!!!! Finally! Thank god for Medalion!

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So my best friends and I always make fun cake creations for each other's birthdays, and this year I made a request for the cake theme: NCIS: LA and/or Densi cake! (this friend is the one who got me into the show in the first place! And she's the one I made the croquembouche for last year.)

And boy, did she deliver! Densi adorned the outside, and "Sunshine and Gunpowder" filled the inside of this delicious, vanilla cake with lemon buttercream!

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#2

I'll do these better with much nicer frames once I get the 1080p version, but as a hold over until then...

47 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

"Kick-ass Kensi" at it again! (with an equipment assist from hubby!)

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