#kiddo deeks

[densi-mber]

A/N: A little Densi and Twins fluff for your reading pleasure after a couple days of angst.

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Who Took the Cookie from the Cookie Jar?

“Deeks, did you eat some of the cookies?” Kensi demanded, rushing into the den.

Deeks looked up from where he sat on the floor, playing with the twins.

“You mean the O-r-e-o-s?” Deeks asked, glancing pointedly at the twins. Neither seemed to be listening at the moment, engrossed in arranging dolls in their dollhouse, but he didn’t want to risk an onslaught of requests for their favorite snack.

“No, I’m talking about the cookies I spent hours baking for the stupid bake sale. The cookies I burnt three batches of before getting it right. Did you eat any?” A slightly crazed look entered her eyes.

“You really believe I’m capable of doing something like that?” he joked. “Baby, I promise it wasn’t me.”

“Well, someone did. I had eighteen this morning and now there are only thirteen. I know Rosa didn’t because she’s been gone all day,” she continued.

“Daddy, a suck,” Caleb interrupted, roughly tapping Deeks’ shoulder and showing him a a miniature doll wedged inside a toy cup. He extracted the toy, handing it back.

“There you go, kiddo.” He turned back to Kensi. “And where did you have them?”

“In the cabinet above the fridge.”

“Uh-huh.” Suspicion rising, Deeks glanced back at Sophia, now wedging herself under a chair to get a stray doll chair. “I think the obvious answer is the Pastry Twins.”

“There’s no way they could have climbed that high,” Kensi said. “Besides, the only time they’ve been alone all day was when I ran to the bathroom for about two minutes.”

“Don’t underestimate Thing One and Two’s ability to work fast and silent. That’s how my shoes ended up in the toilet,” he reminded her.

“That’s true.“

“Sophia. Sophia,” Deeks called out, waiting until he had her attention. “Sophia Deeks, did you eat mommy’s cookies?”

“Noooo,” she insisted with an impish smile. Caleb giggled, and Deeks turned a mock stern look on him.

“Caleb?”

“Cookies yummy,” he whispered, giggling again.

“Uh-huh, that’s what I figured. I don’t know if I should be impressed or upset.”

“Unbelievable,” Kensi muttered. She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I guess we have to add climbing to the list of things to look out for.”

Scooping each twin up, he leaned in close. “Hey, no more climbing? You’ll fall and get hurt.”

“Ouch?” Sophia asked curiously.

“Yes, big ouch,” Kensi confirmed.

“Ok!” Caleb said, blatantly unconcerned.

Setting them back down, Deeks pushed himself off the floor and held his arms open to Kensi. She fell onto his shoulder with a groan.

“Sorry about your cookies.”

“It’s ok. I just feel like a terrible mom for missing the entire thing. Also, where did they eat them, because I didn’t see any crumbs.”

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll find their stash one day,” Deeks said wryly. He kissed her temple. “And you’re a fantastic mom. We just have crazy kids.” He took her hand, tugging her out of the room.

“Where are we going?”

“To make more cookies. My Ladybird has a bake sale to get to.”

“Thank you. And I’m sorry for accusing of eating the cookies,” she said sheepishly. “I might be a little stressed.”

“I think I’ll survive.” He winked, getting a carton of eggs and sticks of butter out of the fridge.

“I’m definitely putting the next batch in a lockbox,” Kensi decided.

“Oh good, that’ll be a nice new challenge for Caleb and Sophia,” he said brightly

[ejzah]

A/N: I hope everyone celebrating had a wonderful Thanksgiving!

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Gratitude

Deeks dumped the boiling water from a massive stock pot into the sink, recoiling from the rush of stem billowing up towards him. When most of the water was drained, he set the pot to the side, and added several tablespoons of butter.

“Rosalie, how’s it going?” he asked, joining her at the counter where she had cutting boards, bowls of ingredients, and a large platter spread out in front of her.

“The fiambre is almost ready,” Rosa said, delicately placing folded pieces of ham atop a very colorful salad. It contained a truly impressive number of vegetables, cheese, meat and other ingredients that somehow worked together.

“It looks fantastic.” She smiled at the compliment, offering him an olive. Deeks accepted it, chewing as he looked around the busy kitchen.

“The potatoes are ready to mash, and Mama Deeks is basting the turkey for the last time. Do you need any help?” he asked. “I could cut some more radish roses.

“No, I think I have everything. Thank you, though.”

“Mama?”

Roberta huffed from her spot by the oven, looking over her shoulder. “Marty, you know I can cook a turkey in my sleep,” she said dismissively.

“Yeah, let’s not have a repeat of that, please,” he requested.

Rosa raised an eyebrow, tilting her head at him, and he shook his head quickly mouthing, “Don’t ask.”

Rosa shook her head, continuing with layering her salad. He expected that story would come up sometime tonight. The Thanksgiving they’d eaten pizza for dinner because Roberta slept through an alarm was hardly the most scandalous story she’d shared.

Leaving Rosa and Roberta to their devices, he walked out into the living room and right into some twins shenanigans.

“Hey Kiddo, where you think you’re going?”

Caleb, in the process of pulling himself up from a chair onto the dining room table opened up and set to accommodate their guests. He jumped, spinning around with a startled look. Grabbing him under the armpits, Deeks swung him down into the floor. He turned to Sophia, who clung to one of the table legs.

“And what are you up to, Miss Sophie?”

She offered him a wide, innocent smile that spelled nothing but trouble.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said. Picking them both up around the waist, he deposited a kiss on each of their heads. “C’mon, let’s get some of your toys.”

Deeks had just got them set up in the front room with piles of blocks when Kensi came rushing out of the bedroom.

“Caleb, Sophia!”

“They’re in here, baby!” Deeks said, leaning over so she could see him around the table.

“Oh, thank goodness. I left them in the bedroom while I went to the bathroom,” she explained, regarding the twins with fond exasperation. “I thought they’d be ok for a couple minutes, but apparently someone figured out how to open the door.”

Wado,” Caleb replied with a grin.

“Of course you’d say that,” Kensi replied, and bent to kiss him. She sat down opposite Deeks, settling Sophia between her legs. “How’s everything in the kitchen? I didn’t hear any shouting.”

“Everything’s almost ready. We should probably go check if there’s anything else we can help with before everyone else gets here.”

“Ok. Come on Sophie. Let’s make sure Grandma Deeks doesn’t spike the cranberries again.” Kensi settled Sophia on her hip.

“Oh, I already hid the vodka, bourbon, and scotch,” Deeks told her. He poked his head through the kitchen door, smiling at what he saw.

Roberta and Rosa’s head were bent over a saucepan. She offered a spoon of the contents to Rosa, who tasted it and tilted her head.

“Hm, it might need a little more pepper.”

“Yeah, you might be right, kiddo. You got good taste,” Roberta replied, giving her an approving pat on the shoulder.

“It’s a lot different than our first Thanksgiving together, isn’t it?” Deeks murmured. He didn’t want to interrupt the moment between the two.

“You mean when our mom’s were ready to battle it out to cook dinner?” Kensi asked wryly.

“Yeah. Not to mention the three kids.” He watched Rosa and his mom for a few more moments. “Is it cheesy to say this is what I’m thankful for?”

“Mm, yeah. But I feel the same way.” Sighing contentedly, Kensi leaned her head against his.

Yeah, grateful didn’t even begin to cover it.

***

A/N: Based on a little research, fiambre is a common Thanksgiving/holiday dish served in Guatemalan families.

[optimistictalia]

Dead Poets Season calls for me reminding yall of deeks supremacy and my fankids LOL

couple of doodles from last year that i never got to post but i loveeee the way they turned out!!! first of course we have Charlie and Steven… being gross old farts…

and for the second one we have my oldest deeks kid Jacob, with my oldest anderperry kiddo Johanna!! (Awww matching names) I always like to think about how close they would be, almost like siblings, since they’re so close in age :’)

IF YOU WANT TO KNOW MOREEEE about my dps ocs and my next gen au plz check my “dead poets society” tag!!!!

wishing you an easy finals season and a happy holidays!!! <3

[tinytinybumblebee]

DEACON YES I AGREE… BELOVED. - kitty-cutie-zack

! A a a a a!!!! Yes !!! I love this game ao much aaaaaaa

Sarah is definitely his carer and she's the sweetest pea in the wooorld! She loves to bring him out for flower/material picking, telling him all about what each flower is- but the kiddo is more interested in playing in the dirt but nods along because he loves hearing her voice ;u;

Ricky lets tiny Deek 'help' her with fixing bikes (aka: he gets to hand her the tools but that's a very important job!!)

And Boozer 1000% is the cool big brother that lets Deek do all the fun (lowkey dangerous) things the others don't let him do xD But is also the best at getting Deek to sleep (Boozer will start to sing some random song off-key and Deacon will instantly say he's sleeping so Boozer will stop singing xD)

[mashmaiden]

AN: OMG, did I just churn this out in the last 80 minutes on the fly with no preparation? Yes. I blame @glenncoco4, @wanna-be-bold, @psyched1328, and @ejzah ! But here it is!

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“Sadie! Wash your hands before you grab your hair stuff!” Deeks called after his eldest daughter as she ran down the hallway.

“Okay Daddy!”

“We do not want a repeat of the syrup incident,” he narrated to Kimi, who was still gumming her waffle pieces with her 3 little teeth. He secured the wrap around his torso, attacked Kimi’s hands and face with a baby wipe, and maneuvered her into the baby sling. “Too many tears,” he lamented, referring more to his wife’s than his little girl’s when they’d had to cut two inches from her curly locks.

At the sound of feet pattering toward him, Deeks took a seat on the well-loved ottoman, putting him at the perfect height for handling Sadie’s hair.

“What are we doing today, kiddo?”

“Ummm, piggytail braids!” Sadie deposited the hair ties and brush at his feet.

“What was that?” he prompted the almost five-year-old, with a little tickle to her tummy.

“Piggybraids please Daddy!” She responded in a near-shriek, causing Kimi to fuss. “Oops, sorry!”

“It’s okay Princess,” Deeks said, which worked for both his girls, calming Kimi while inspecting the hair products for stickiness.

Once the tools passed inspection, Deeks began brushing through the bright blonde locks.

“Hair tie please,” Deeks requested once the first pleat had been formed. Once he secured the end, he looked up, surprised to find his wife at the edge of the room, toddler on her hip, and her phone in her hand, capturing the moment.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Kensi insisted. She came over and kissed both girls on the head before kissing her husband’s lips. “I didn’t think anything could make me love you more, but I was wrong.” The second kiss they shared was heated, but lasted just a moment, as their two-year-old requested a greeting as well.

Kensi set Sean down beside Deeks and gave everyone one last round of kisses before pulling away reluctantly. “If I don’t leave now, I’ll be late for my meeting. You guys going to be okay?” She teased, knowing her husband was well versed in kiddie-juggling.

“Of course!” Sadie cried out, always happy to help watch over her younger siblings. “Ow, daddy!”

“Sorry Sadie,” Deeks rubbed the base of her skull where he’d pulled the braid a bit too tight. “Better?”

“Yes. You going to be home for dinner, Mommy?”

“Yes, I will. I can’t miss Sketti night!” Spaghetti night was everyone’s favorite in the Deeks household.

Sadie and Sean cheered at the prospect, and waved goodbye to Kensi as she left.

“Sadie, hair tie.”

“Hair tie what?” She asked, in the matter of fact manner that reminded Deeks so much of Kensi.

“Sorry Baby Girl. Hair tie please.” Sadie handed it off and Deeks fastened the last braid. “Okay, lemme look. Spin!”

Sadie turned and Deeks internally frowned at the slight unevenness of the two braids. Hopefully Sadie wouldn’t notice and request a redo. She could be quite particular when she wanted to be.

“Looks good!”

“Thank you, Daddy!” She reached to give him a hug, barely managing to reach him with Kimi strapped between them.

“You’re welcome. Let’s go get your siblings ready and dressed so we can head off to school.”

“Oh, Can I help? I pick Kimi’s clothes!” Sadie ran off before Deeks could answer and he laughed.

Not wanting to be left out, Sean chased after her, “I help too!”

Deeks looked down at his youngest and gave her a soft kiss as he made his way to the bedrooms. “Let’s go make sure they don’t empty your whole closet trying to agree on something,” he chuckled.

[glenncoco4]

Zing

A/N: So it’s been awhile. This is a part of my Our Younger Selves story and I’m considering making it it’s own story. Tell me what you think!

XXXX

She watches as the little brunette beauty runs down the aisle towards her with a shaggy haired might she say quite handsome man in tow. “Mommy! Mommy! Did you see me?!”

Pride shines in her eyes as she bends down wrapping up the tiny brunette that is her whole world in her arms. “Yeah, I saw you, baby. You did an awesome job! I’m so proud of you.” She places a kiss to her daughter’s cheek and turns her attention towards the blonde man. “Hi, I’m Kensi Blye.”

He takes her offered hand. “Hi, it’s very nice to meet you, Ms. Blye. I’m Marty Deeks.”

She sends him a smile. “It’s so nice to meet you, too. Chloe can’t stop talking about you and how fun Mr. Marty’s class is. And it’s Kensi.”

Returning her smile with one of his own, he nods. “Well, she’s a pretty special girl. But you already know that.”

They both look over at the sound of giggling erupting from the little girl being chased by a brown haired boy. Smiles lighting up both their faces at the scene before them then turning back to continue their conversation, something unexpected happens. 

As mismatched chocolate orbs meet those of cerulean blues the term Zing is the only word that makes sense. 

Shaking her herself out of her daze, she tries to ignore the feeling in the pit of her stomach. “Chlo, time to go.”

The little girl pouts as she walks over to her mother. “Mommy, I don’t want to go.”

“Okay, I guess that ice cream will have to eat itself then.”

At those words the mini version of herself runs over, taking her hand. “You’re welcome to join us Mr. Deeks.”

“Yeah, Mr. Marty, come with us!”

He shares a look with Chloe and then looks back towards her mother. “Yeah, okay. Just let me lock up and I’ll meet you guys in the parking lot.”

The brunette and blonde laugh as the exuberant six year old jumps for joy. “Yay!”

XXXX

As the three walk out to their cars, Kensi feels a tug on her arm. Looking down she sees the pleading look in her daughter’s deep brown eyes. “Okay. Okay.”

“Marty.” She hopes he can’t hear the hesitancy in her voice.

Stopping in his tracks, he turns towards the duo, giving them his full attention. “Yeah?” 

“Chloe was wondering…..” She feels the tug on her arm once again. “We were wondering if you’d like to come to our house for lunch tomorrow.”

The smile that lights up his face is all she needs to know. “Can I bring anything?”

“Just yourself. We got the rest covered, right, Chlo?” Kensi looks down at her beaming daughter.

“Right!”

He tries to stay calm, but the feeling in the pit of his stomach is making it very hard to do. “Alright. Great! I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” 

XXXX

He takes a deep breath, smoothing out his clothes to make sure he’s as presentable as necessary. Bringing his fist up, he knocks on the door twice before he hears what he can only assume is Chloe’s bare feet hitting the floor as she runs to the door. 

“Hi, Mr. Marty!”

“Hey there, Chloe.” He gives her a smile. 

“Puppy!” His attention turns away from the little girl towards his trusty sidekick. 

He smiles as she runs forward, running her hands through his hair. Looking back up at the sound of another pair of foot steps his brain turns to jelly when he sees the tall vision dressed in red walk towards him. “This is Mon….Monty.”

“Hi, Marty.”

Words. What are words? “Hhh…hiiiii. Hi, Kens.” He gathers himself, hoping he’s not making a complete fool of himself. “You look beautiful.” 

Shocked at his words and the butterflies that erupt within her stomach, she gives him a shy smile. “Thank you.”

They make no move to break their locked gaze. Eyes dancing with something neither of them have felt before. They’re finally broken out of their trance when a barking Monty drags an exuberant little girl through the front door. 

“Come in.”

As they walk through the door he becomes a little more nervous than before. “I hope it’s okay that I brought him. I thought Chloe would enjoy it and Monty needs to get rid of some of the what little energy he has.”

She walks into the open kitchen towards the stove, stirring something. “Of course it okay. She’s been begging me to get her a dog for months so maybe this will help stop the nagging.” 

“Well, I’m happy to help.” He sits on the bar stool at the island and watches her as she moves around the kitchen like it’s nothing. “So what is it that you do?”

Stoping what she’s doing, she looks out the window, taking a peak at her girl and the dog she’s seemingly fallen in love with playing in the backyard. Once she’s satisfied that they’re okay, she turns her attention back to the man whose effecting her like she doesn’t even know what. “I’m a personal trainer. I have my own studio on Pico.”

“Wow, that’s really great.”

She gives him a questioning look. 

“No, I really mean that. To be able to take care of your daughter, be there for her all the time, working full time and doing it alone no less. You’re like a real life Wonder Woman.”

The faint smile that spreads to her face tells him that she doesn’t think so. “Thanks, I do my best. My parents try to help out as much as they can. Sometimes it feels like I’m not doing enough. But I’d do anything for her.”

“I-“

“Mommy, me and Monty are hungry.”

They both shake their heads, trying to rid the buzzing feeling from their heads.

“Okay, sweetie. Go wash your hands and then we’ll eat.”

XXXX

He brings his napkin to his lips to wipe away the last remnants of his dinner. “Well, that has got to be the best meal I have ever had. Thank you, Kensi.”

“Thank you, mommy.”

She sends him a grateful smile. “I’m glad you both liked it.”

He shakes his head. She’s a super mom, this he knows. She probably doesn’t get the praise she deserves most days but he can change that. “Love.”

“What?”

Marty sends her a smile and then turns to her mini version. “We both loved it. Right, squirt?”

Chloe nods in agreement. “Right!”

Nothing else can be said before the seven year old’s attention span shoots to another subject. “Mr. Marty, do you wanna watch Moana?”

“Sure, I’d love too.”

XXXX

A few hours later the credits begin to roll and Kensi looks over to find her daughter beginning to nod off. “Alright, kiddo, say goodnight to Mr. Marty and go get into your jammies.”

The little girl slowly begins to get up and gives a half wave to her teacher as she makes her way out of the living room. “Goodnight, Mr. Marty.” 

“Goodnight, Chloe.”

The adults share yet another smile as they see her get a sudden burst of energy and runs down the hall towards her bedroom singing.

He doesn’t want the night to end, but seeing as though they’ve all had a long day he knows he’d better before he does something stupid. Like spill his feelings for this beautiful woman that he just met standing before him. “Well, I’d better get going.”

“Let me walk you out.”

They stop at the door, neither wanting to say goodbye. “I had a really great time today, Kensi. Thank you for inviting me.”

“You’re welcome. We loved having you. Maybe we could-“ She’s interrupted when he blurts out the words.

“Would you wanna go out with me some time?”

A blush rises to her cheeks. “Yeah. Yeah, I would like that very much.” 

Their eyes lock not for the first time today. He takes a slight step forward closing the distance between them. 90/10. He repeats to himself. After a few seconds he’s scared he went too far but then her lips are on his and WOW. 

The kiss doesn’t last as long as either would like but it’s a start. A start to the beginning. “How about tomorrow night?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Would you go out with me tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, tomorrow is great.”

“Great.” He leans forward, placing another brief kiss to her lips. “See you tomorrow, Kens.”

“Bye.”

She smiles as she shuts the door and slides down to the floor her legs now in a gelatin like state. That kiss. Wow. The sound of her daughter calling for her pulls her out of her trance. And what a trance it was. 

XXXX

One year later……

They’re at their usual spot. Enjoying the waves and the sun, but more importantly, they’re enjoying each other. 

He’s sitting in the sand with his girl cocooned inside his legs and his other girl nearby building a sandcastle. Life can’t get much better than this. 

“Hey, baby, could you stand up for a second? I think you may be sitting on my phone.”

Leaning back against his chest, she turns her head a smirk playing at her features. “What like that’s ever stopped you before?”

He places a kiss to her shoulder, because they’re in a public place and can’t do anything more without being arrested and because the little girl that’s five feet away from them. “Baby, please?”

Sighing, she gets up, but startles when she realizes his phone is next to her bag. “Babe, your phone’s right-“ Her mouth drops open at the sight before her. 

He’s down on one knee, holding the most beautiful ring in between his fingers and reaches for her hand. “Kens, from the moment you walked into that auditorium with this little spit fire over here I was enamored. So much so that you knocked me flat on my ass-“ He stops when the other piece of his whole world gasps.

“Bad word!” A shocked Chloe covers her mouth.

“Sorry, Chlo.” He leans forward placing a kiss on his hopefully soon to be daughter’s head.

Kensi look on as the man she loves cares for her little girl. Like a father would his daughter.

“As I was saying, I can’t promise I won’t let a few bad words slip every once and awhile.” He sends a wink to the little girl making her giggle. “But I can promise that I will love you,” He looks at Kensi and then at Chloe, sending her a smile. Turning his attention back to his hopefully soon to be wife. “That I’ll love both of you with everything I am for the rest of my life. Baby, you make me want to be a better man. The best man. Because that’s what you deserve. You’re the most amazing woman and mother to ever be and I hope that I can grow with you. I hope that maybe I can make things easier for you. Your smile, your laugh….everything. You’re everything to me. I never knew love could feel this way. That I could love someone so deeply that it hurt when I’m not with them. That’s you. You’re my solstice. You’re the one I want by my side. Whenever I have a bad day all I have to do is look at you and know that as long as I have you and your love nothing else matters. One of my favorite things to do is run my finger through your hair. So……will you let me run my fingers through your hair until it’s gray or you’re bald even. Either way…..will you make me the happiest man in existence and be my wife? Will you marry me?”

The tears that are streaming down her face are nothing compared to the summersaults going on inside her. She’s found a man. An amazing man that treats her the way she deserves to be treated. A man that respects her, that encourages her, pushes her to be better and loves her with all he is. Most of all he’s become the father she’s always dreamed for her little girl. “Yes!” She bends down, bringing her lips to his. “Yes. I love you so much. Yes!” 

He stands up wrapping his arms around her waist and twirling her around, bringing their lips together once again. Once they pull back, she places her forehead to his. Their eyes locked onto one another’s, no words need be said. A few minutes pass before he sits his future wife back on solid ground and another nervous look crosses his face. 

The mother daughter duo watch as he reaches for something in his pocket. He pulls out the silver chain with a pendant and both of their eyes light up when they see the sea turtle. Calling Chloe over he returns to his earlier position and gets down on one knee. 

“Chloe, squirt, besides your mom you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Watching you grow and discover new things over the past year has been one the highlights of my life. I promise to love you for the rest of my days. To kiss your booboos. To beat up anyone that hurts you and to protect you from all the scary things in life. I promise to make you laugh when mommy’s trying to be serious. To play dress up with you everyday for as long as you want me to. I love teaching you how to surf and how to play soccer. Chloe, just like your mom, you deserve to be loved and taken care of so if you let me I’d love to teach you all the things a daddy is suppose to teach his little girl. Chloe, will you let me be your daddy?”

The excited grin that spreads to her face tells him his answer but what he wasn’t expecting were the tears. As he clips the clasp around her neck, she falls into his embrace. Her tears soaking his shirt. “I love you, daddy.”

“I love you, too.” 

If Kensi wasn’t a mess before, she most definitely is now. This man…..god this man of hers. He’s everything. More than everything. 

The shaggy blonde stands up, holding Chloe in his arms as he wraps his free arm around his other girl. The tall brunette wraps her arms around both of them, he places a kiss to her head. “I love you, Marty.”

“I most definitely love you, too, Kens.” 

They watch on as the sun begins to set over the Pacific. A sunset built for a family. 

[ejzah]

A/N: A little Rosa and Deeks drabble.

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A Parent’s Job

Deeks pulled his legs up to his chest, flipping from a cooking show to some special on hotdogs. The TV selections at three in the morning on a Friday night left something to be desired. He took a drink from his glass of water, idly brushing his palm over their dog’s, Penny, honey blonde head. She made a sound huffing sound in her sleep, but otherwise didn’t budge.

He had the sound muted and everyone else asleep, the house was completely silent aside from the occasional normal creaking or car door from outside. Holding back a yawn, he focused on finding out about Chicago’s best offerings.

The host was just accepting a footlong hotdog, when the front door eased open. Deeks tilted his head, observing as Rosa tried to creep in, her movement slow and a little exaggerated in her attempt to be quiet.

She caught sight of Deeks almost immediately and froze just a foot inside the door, her hand on the doorknob, key still in the other.

“Hey. Did you have a good time?” he asked quietly.

Closing her eyes for a second in apparent defeat, Rosa closed the door with as much care as she opened it, then walked over to stand in front of him with a resigned expression.

“Did you wait up for me?” she said, even her whisper sounding completely miserable.

“No, I went to be at 9:30 with your mom and trusted you’d make it back by 11, like we agreed. I woke up with the twins at 1:30, and that’s when I noticed your bedroom door was open and you were not there,” he explained calmly. “I wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“And you’ve been sitting up since then.” She made a pained sound, and Deeks nodded.

He patted the other side of the couch that wasn’t occupied by him or Penny. “Have a seat.” The last couple hours definitely had him on edge and he wasn’t exactly happy, but he hadn’t expected this response out of Rosa.

“Before anything else, are you ok?” he started. Rosa’s eyebrows furrowed and she shrugged.

“Yes, I’m fine. I was just with Steven,” she answered, then dipped her head. “We decided to watch the Captain America movies and fell asleep during the second one. I promise I didn’t mean to stay out so late. When I woke up and realized it was after two, I completely freaked out.” Her fingers tangled together briefly, then tucked her hair behind her ears, reinforcing her anxiety.

“Why didn’t you just text when you realized? Or if you were planning to stay overnight.”

She shrugged again. “I didn’t want you to be mad.”

His heart clenched at the admission; it hurt to think he’d given Rosa any reason to hide from him. Reminding himself that this wasn’t about him, he took Rosa’s hand, gently unfolding her twisting fingers.

“Rosamund, I am not mad at you,” he assured her. “I don’t care what you do.” He inclined his head and clarified, “Hopefully you’re being safe and not breaking the law.”

Rosa laughed, a soft, slightly hoarse and vaguely desperate sound. He smiled back, nudging her shoulder with his.

“I’m just worried about you, kid. I’m probably always going to worry about you, because you’re my daughter and I love you. So, that might mean staying up late just to make sure you get home safe.”

Swiping her finger under her eye, Rosa pressed her lips together, looking remarkably like Kensi as she fought back tears.

“So maybe next time you start that second movie, you can text one of us first. You know, just so we don’t pull our hair out thinking you’ve fallen in a ditch or been abducted by aliens,” he requested, and Rosa laughed again, rolling her eyes.

“Ok. I will.”

She tipped to the side, head falling on his shoulder. “Why didn’t you text me?” she wondered.

“Cause I didn’t want you to think I was hovering.”

Rosa snorted at that, and then immediately covered her mouth, eyes wide as Deeks forced down his own chuckles brought on by relief and exhaustion.

“I love you, kiddo,” he whispered.

“Love you, too.” Wrapping her arms around his waist, Rosa scooted closer, her head resting on his shoulder.

***

A/N: Although Rosa is probably over 18 by this point, I figure since she’s still pretty young, she’d agree to be back by a certain point at night or text for everyone’s sanity.

[ejzah]

A/N: Not at all based on a true story.

***

Deeks, walking through the house: Baby, uh, is there blood on the carpet? *there’s no response* Baby? I’m starting to freak out a little bit.

*he walks into the kitchen, increasingly worried, to Kensi surrounded by a pile of bloody towels, her foot bleeding, the twins toddling around her*

Deeks: Oh my god, Kensi—

Kensi, trying to jump up: Deeks, I’m fine. I was trying to clean this up before you got home.

Deeks, horrified: No, don’t get up. What the hell happened?

Caleb, helpfully: Mommy hurt foot.

Deeks, rubbing the top of his head: Yeah, I noticed, kiddo.

Sophia, whispering: Mommy screamed.

Deeks: Wonderful.

Kensi: Ok, don’t laugh—

Deeks: I don’t think anything could possibly make me laugh right now.

Kensi, sighing: I was outside with Sophia and Caleb and they were playing, eating snack when suddenly a bunch of wasps started coming around. At first, I just ignored them, like you’re supposed to, but then they got really aggressive. They kept landing on the twins and since we don’t know if they’re allergic, I figured I better get them inside.

Deeks, nodding: That sounds reasonable.

Kensi: Right. Except, the wasps started dive-bombing us and I maybe panicked a little trying to get the kids through the door and slammed it on my foot. *she pauses and gives a severe look* You promised you wouldn’t laugh.

Deeks: I’m not! How bad is it? *he tries to look under the towel around Kensi’s foot and she moves it away*

Kensi, reluctantly: I might need stitches.

Deeks: For some reason I thought we’d have fewer doctor’s trips after NCIS.

[ejzah]

A/N: Well, the time has finally come. Thank you to each and every one of you who has read and followed this story that originally started out as a silly tumblr post. See you for the next one!

***

In Miss Blye’s Class, Epilogue

Deeks popped his head into the bathroom, frowning at Caleb, who stood in front of the mirror, toothbrush still in his mouth.

“Hey, what’s taking so long? Usually I have to beg you to make it to two minutes and you’ve been in here for ten.”

“I think I’m getting sick,” Caleb mumbled around his toothbrush.

Deeks reached out, feeling his forehead. “Hm, are you really?” he asked, not surprised when Caleb’s eyes danced to the side, looking extremely guilty. “Ok, what’s going on?”

“Why can’t Kensi be my teacher again? If she can teach people in college, then she should know enough to teach first grade,” Caleb sighed finally.

“Caleb, we’ve gone over this all summer. You know why,” Deeks answered, starting to lose his patience just a tiny bit. He bumped Caleb’s butt with his knee. “C’mon, scoot.”

“Daaaad.” Hunching his shoulders, Caleb gave him a pleading look. “I just want to stay with you or Kensi.” There was a slight tremble in his voice underneath the whine, and Deeks sighed.

Putting aside his irritation and the need to leave, Deeks squatted in front of him. He gestured at Caleb until he came closer, leaning into his chest. Sometimes it was easy to forget that even though he’d grown in so many ways, both physically and maturity-wise, Caleb was still a little boy.

“Hey, I know that it’s scary to start new things sometimes. It’s true you probably won’t have all the same classmates and Kensi won’t be your teacher, and that’s going to be hard for a little bit. Soon, you’ll be too busy learning all kinds of amazing things and playing with all your friends, that you won’t have time to think about everything that’s changed.”

“I guess,” Caleb mumbled.

“You met Mrs. Craig and she was nice, right?” Deeks asked, and Caleb gave a one-shouldered shrug.

“She gave you a new book, which you’ve read no less that ten times since then, and you liked the classroom pet.”

“The lizard was pretty cool,” he admitted. Deeks could tell his protests were starting to peter out, so he hugged him a little closer, and reminded him,

“If you are having a really tough time, Kensi said you can come see her during lunch, but I bet you won’t have to.”

“And you’ll pick me up?” he checked.

“Absolutely. As soon as they let you out.” He paused, giving Caleb a minute to process everything. “You good now?”

“Yeah.”

“Awesome. Now we gotta leave before all three of us are late. Go get your shoes and backpack,” he said, kissing the top of his head, and nudging him towards the door. “Love you, kiddo.”

“Love you, dad.”

He walked into the master bedroom checkin his watch; they had approximately five minutes before they needed to leave. Kensi stood in front of the floor length mirror in one of her sundresses, and he momentarily forgot about the time.

“You look amazing,” he told her, coming up behind her and kissing her neck.

“Thank you.” Kensi eyed his reflection. “You better not change out of that suit before I get home.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Caleb was acting a little odd at breakfast. Is everything ok? Kensi asked as she reached back to put on a necklace.

“Just first day jitters,” he assured her, automatically closing the necklace clasp for her. “He’s worried the new teacher won’t measure up to his last one.”

“Oh, well, I heard she was pretty good.”

“Mm, extremely good. She’s taught me all kinds of things.” Deeks lowered his eyes suggestively, and Kensi leaned back slightly so she brushed again his chest, and he settled his hands on her hips. They stayed there for half a minute until he sighed in regret.

“School sucks,” he said in a fair approximation of Caleb. Kensi snorted, turning to kiss him before she wandered off to get shoes.

When they reached the living room, Caleb balanced on the back of the couch, Captain America backpack on, a Lego figure in one hand, and a book tucked under his other arm.

“You ready to go?” Deeks asked, holding out his hand.

“Yeah.” Hopping off the couch, Caleb ran to them, slipping between Kensi and Deeks to take each other their hands in his.

“I think I’m gonna give Matthew my Star Wars Lego,” Caleb said, looking up at Kensi. “Do you think I’ll see him at recess?”

“I’m sure you will. And after school, you get to hang out with me until it’s time to leave,” Kensi informed him.

“Yes!” Caleb pumped released Deeks’ hand to pump his hand in the air.

As Caleb chattered away, his fears forgotten for the moment, Deeks shared a look with Kensi.

Yeah, this was going to be a good year.

[ejzah]

A/N: Sophia and Caleb are very protective of each other.

***

Deeks, sitting down in front the of twins: Ok, Sophia, why did you hit Willow on the playground?

Sophia, crossing her arms stubbornly: She deserved it.

Deeks, nodding: That may well be, but we still don’t hit people unless absolutely necessary.

Sophia, raising her voice: It was necessary. She’s not a nice girl.

Deeks looks to Caleb who has his head down: You got anything, kiddo?

Caleb, reluctantly: I gave Willow a rock at recess and she said it was ugly and dirty, just like me.

Deeks, raising his eyebrows: Wow, ok….

Sophia, enthusiastically: See? She’s super mean. I was just sticking up for my brother.

Caleb: It made me feel better.

Deeks, pinching the bridge of his nose: Of course, it would make me feel better too. Alright, I understand you wanted to defend Caleb, but the hitting rule still applies, even when someone hurts your feelings. *Sophia starts to object* Even when it’s your brother.

Sophia: Ok. But what if—

Deeks, cutting her off: Nope. Now, let’s go call Willow’s mom and apologize.

Caleb, taking Sophia’s hand and whispering: Thank you.

Deeks: Oh, I’m going to be making a lot more calls.

[ejzah]

A/N: A tiny angsty fic featuring Deeks and Roberta.

***

A Life Worth Living

“Look at them go,” Roberta commented, watching the twins run through the grass. They’d both started walking early, but at 12 months old, they still had a classic toddler’s run, hands held out to the side. “I swear it was just yesterday that you and Kensi told me she was pregnant. And boy was that a surprise.”

“I think it was for everyone,” Deeks agreed. He tracked Sophia and Caleb for a few moments. They were still within catching distance.

“You two must have had some kind of date night when you made them.”

Deeks closed his eyes, sighing. “Mom.”

“What? It’s not a secret.”

“Yes, but I’d be way more comfortable if you didn’t bring up our sex lives every other day,” he told her.

Caleb ran up to them, Sophia not far behind, his hand clamped in a tight little fist.

“Da-da! Fow,” he exclaimed excitedly, and offered Deeks a handful of smashed leaves.

“Oh thanks, Caleb. I love weeds! Just don’t pull any of Rosa’s flowers cause she’s worked real hard on keeping them alive all fall and winter,” Deeks said, accepting a bunch of grass from Sophia. “Gracias.” He pressed a kiss to each other their temples, and then they were off running again, babbling away to each other in a mixture of real words and toddler jargon.

“I’m real proud of you, Marty. You built a good life for yourself,” Roberta murmured unexpectedly. Shifting to face her, Deeks saw her staring at the twins wistfully. “Most kids wouldn’t have handled half of what you went through.”

“Couldn’t have done it without out you, Mama.”

“Oh please, I was a mess. Half the time you were taking care of me more than I was you.” She shook her head with a wry smirk edging towards bitterness. “You had a lousy father and a mother who couldn’t stop him.”

Turning to face her fully, Deeks cupped both her hands between his. They’d had a number of conversations like this over the years, usually out of the blue and without any real closure.

“Mom, I thought we agreed to let dad be in the past. You were and are the best mom I could ever ask for. Definitely certifiable, and unbelievably nosy—” Roberta snorted, though her eyes were suspiciously wet—“But I wouldn’t want anyone else.”

“You big liar.” Shaking her head, Roberta elbowed him in the side. She smiled in the direction of Caleb and Sophia. “You’ve done a good job, kiddo.”

Swallowing back the tight feeling in his throat, Deeks hugged her closer.

“Love you, mama.”

[ejzah]

A/N: A cute little twins fic.

***

Cheese Please

“Caleb, eat some broccoli,” Deeks prompts on his way to the sink with Sophia’s empty plate.

“How bout teeze?” Caleb counters.

“You’ve already eaten a small boats-worth of cheese, kiddo. You need some veggies too.”

Caleb, grinning for all he’s worth. “Pease daddy? I so hungry.”

Deeks tickles his ribs, ruffling the top of his head. “If you eat anymore cheese, you’re going to turn into a cheese stick, and then what are we going to do?” Caleb giggles, breathing so hard, he collapses against Deeks’ arm. “Eat your broccoli.”

While Caleb disinterestedly pokes at a broccoli floret, Deeks turns around to Sophia climbing into the open fridge.

“Sophia Marie Deeks-Blye, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Get Cayeb teeze,” she answers reasonably, stretching up on her tiptoes to reach the family size bag of shredded cheese.

Hurrying over, Deeks scoops her up, her little legs kicking in protest as he swings her through the air and onto the ground.

“You’re a good sister. But stay out of the fridge,” he tells her kindly.

“So mean,” Sophia harrumphs, folding her arms across her chest.

“Yes, daddy is the meanest. Caleb’s still not getting anymore cheese.”

“How bout candy?” Caleb suggests.

Deeks, pursing his lips. “I see I’m fighting a losing battle.

[densi-mber]

A/N: Merry Christmas Eve everyone! This idea was inspired by @mashmaiden.

***

Picture Perfect

“Ok, is everyone fully dressed? No spit up or other bodily fluids?” Kensi checked, looking into the back of the van to give a quick scan of Caleb and Sophia’s coordinated outfits. Sophia had on a res dress with a poofy skirt and matching headband for her tiny curls while Caleb wore an adorable little red vest with tiny black pants.

It had taken the majority of an hour to get everybody ready this morning. Then Caleb had promptly poured orange juice on his shirt and Sophia somehow wriggled out of her shoes.

“Yes to both,” Deeks confirmed. “Let’s get inside to Santa before either of those changes.”

“Don’t forget your earrings, Kensi,” Rosa prompted as Kensi started to get out of the van.

“Oh my god. Thank you.”

“Does my hair look ok?”

Kensi stopped long enough to gently take Rosa by the shoulders, taking in her black and green dress, loose curls, and Christmas tree earrings.

“You look absolutely beautiful,” Kensi told her honestly.

“You both look amazing,” Deeks said, coming to stand next them with a twin in each arm. “And so do you,” he kissed Sophia’s head, then Caleb’s. “And you.”

Together, they all walked into the shopping center, following the signs directing them to pictures with Santa. At 10 AM on Christmas Eve, only one other family was before them.

Kensi took the opportunity to adjust the collar of Deeks’ shirt. “Now you’re perfect too.

As they waited, Caleb and Sophia took turns running between the various decorations, shouting out their best approximation of the name, and then hugging each item. When it was their turn, Kensi took Caleb’s hand and started to lead him towards the stage scene where a kindly looking Santa sat.

“Nooooo!” Caleb wailed, pushing back against Kensi’s legs as hard as he could.

“Sweetheart, it’s just Santa,” Kensi assured him, bending down to comfort him.

“No. Bye-bye.” Caleb shook his head definitely. “Bye!”

“Ok, you don’t have to sit with Santa. Mommy will hold you.”

In direct contrast, Sophia ran forward, stopping in front of Santa with a look of awe.

“Hi Tanta,” she said happily, reaching up to give him a high five. She pointed to herself. “Sopee.” The man smiled with what looked like genuine delight and nodded along to her chatter.

Caleb tucked himself into Kensi’s shoulder, but watched his sister with guarded interest. Rosa whispered softly to him in Spanish, trying to convince him that Santa was not scary.

“What should we do?” Kensi asked Deeks, who shrugged.

“Give him a few minutes?” he suggested. “Hopefully he’ll warm up.”

“No Tanta,” Caleb repeated firmly.

“You got it, kiddo.”

After a few minutes, Caleb let them carry him over to the stage, but glared at Santa the entire time while they arranged themselves.

“Sorry,” Deeks apologized as he retrieved Sophia.

“Happens all the time,” the man assured him.

Kensi stood to the left with Caleb, Deeks to the right with Sophia and Rosa directly in the middle. The photographer snapped several pictures with slightly different poses and then offered them a preview of the shots.

Deeks let out a snort when he saw Caleb scowling in all but one. “Yeah, that seems about right for us.”

“It’s perfect,” Kensi decided.

***

A/N: I like to think that Kensi and Deeks would enjoy the opportunity to participate in all the cliché activities after so many years of missing those kind of things.

[ejzah]

In Miss Blye’s Class, Part 35

***

The call went better than expected. Monica’s lawyer was surprisingly civil and matter-of-fact, which Deeks appreciated. They agreed to meeting on Tuesday, his lawyer would be in attendance as well, to update the custody agreement. Hopefully they could resolve everything in one sitting, but he was prepared for it to be a prolonged process.

In the meantime, they were rolling into the final week of school, which meant Caleb had a few more assessments to complete. Mostly though, it meant he came home with an increasing number of projects from throughout the year and instructions for celebratory activities.

On Monday night, Deeks stayed up late with Caleb making a costume for the end-of-year party. Caleb had alternated between an artist and pirate for a couple weeks, and only decided last minute that he actually wanted to be Captain America. Thankfully, it was a simple enough design, since Deeks’ sewing and crafting skills were admittedly limited.

“Can you hand me a pin?” Deeks requested, holding out his hand in Caleb’s direction. Caleb carefully placed one in his palm. He balanced on his knees, he watched Deeks work, a pair of scissors held at the ready.

“Daddy, can I ask you a question?”

Deeks tucked the non-pointy end of a needle between his lips, readjusting the pile of fabric in front of him before resuming sewing. “If it’s why the shield is a little asymmetrical, it’s all part of the plan.” Caleb didn’t respond to that, so Deeks nudged him with his foot. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“Is Mommy not coming to visit anymore?” he asked finally.

“I’m not sure, kiddo.“

Caleb dipped his head then, peeking up out of his banks sheepishly. “I heard you talking on the phone the other day with somebody about Mom. You said she couldn’t just show up here anymore whenever she wants,” he admitted reluctantly.

Deeks sighed internally. This was why he tried to conduct most of his personal business while Caleb was at school or asleep. He didn’t fault Caleb for being curious, but sometimes it certainly made life more complicated.

“Come here.” Deeks opened his arms, waiting until Caleb clambered onto his lap. His legs had grown so much in the last couple of years they extended over Deeks’ lap, nearly touching the ground. Once he was settled, Deeks wrapped his arms around him, holding him tight.

“You’re right, I was talking about your mom. Tomorrow we have a meeting to figure out if there’s a way for her to visit more regularly without it being such a big surprise. Now I don’t know if it’s going to work out that way,” Deeks explained. Caleb didn’t say anything, but Deeks could tell he was listening intently. “What do you think about that?”

“Will it always have to be a long visit?”

“It probably won’t be as many days in a row as this last time.”

Caleb nodded, his face contemplative. “I guess that sounds ok,” he decided. Taking one of Deeks’ hands, he started forming his fingers into various configurations. He gave a little sigh that was too heavy for a five year old. “I love Mommy, but sometimes it’s hard to be with her. Does that make sense.”

“It makes a lot of sense.“ Deeks kissed the top of his head. “I wish is was easier.”

“Me too.”

Deeks patted his thigh, scooching him back on the floor. “C’mon, let’s get this costume finished up before it’s time to wake up for school.”

***

Deeks took a half day on Tuesday for the meeting with Monica. When he reached the office where they were meeting, Monica had already arrived. For once, she didn’t attempt to flirt or intimidate him, outside of a pointed look before she turned back to talk with her lawyer.

Three hours later, Deeks walked out, exhausted, but cautiously optimistic. Assuming Monica didn’t come back with any changes, they’d successfully modified the custody agreement.

Kensi was supposed to come over for dinner, so Deeks rushed to pick up Caleb, and grabbed pizza on the way home. While Caleb finished up the tiny bit of homework assigned, Deeks tossed the pizzas in a couple of skillets to reheat. It was hardly a gourmet meal, but he figured Kensi would forgive him.

The doorbell rang while he was in the middle of throwing together a very simple salad of lettuce, cucumbers, tomatoes, and avocado.

“Caleb, can you get that? Check to make sure it’s Kensi before you unlock the door, ok?” he requested in between dicing a small cucumber.

“Kay!” He ran off, his bare feet slapping against the floor. Deeks heard the indistinct sound of his and Kensi’s voices.

“Hey.” Kensi wrapped her arms around him from behind, and kissed his neck. He grinned, twisting his neck so he could reach her mouth.

“Hey. I think I could get used to this.”

“Mm. Thanks for feeding me again. It smells delicious,” she said, snatching a piece of cucumber from the cutting board.

“I’ll pass it on to Peter, my pizza guy. How was your day?” he asked. He offered Kensi a handful of clean lettuce leaves, which she accepted with a smile.

“Chaotic, but that’s to be expected at this point. Even the kids who love school are ready to break out. The ten thousand and one activities paired with candy and ice cream parties doesn’t exactly help,” she answered.

“Yeah, I noticed. Caleb spent the entire drive home singing and bouncing in his seat.”

“I’m sorry about that. It’s only three more days though.”

“I know it’s, crazy. I don’t think I’m ready for first grade,” he said, shaking his head. Kensi made a sympathetic face.

“Aw, you’ll be ok. And so will Caleb.” Moving around the kitchen with familiarity, Kensi got out three place settings, and started placing them in the usual spots around the table.

Deeks checked the bottoms of the pizzas, which had browned up nicely, and he turned off the heat, sliding each pizza onto a large cutting board.

“Hey, earlier you mentioned something about a surprise,” he said as he worked. “Do I get to hear all the juicy details?”

“Yes, but tell me about the meeting today. I kept thinking about you all afternoon.” Retrieving two cold beers from the fridge, Kensi sat down, patting the chair beside her.

Deeks groaned, feeling everyone of his 30-some years. “It went as well as can be expected. We drafted a new custody agreement. Monica will get two days of visitation per month, at a secondary location we both agree on. We initially suggested more, but she said that she couldn’t agree to that commitment at the current time,” Deeks explained. He rubbed his eyes and groaned again. “I really wish it hadn’t come to this.”

“Do you think she’ll follow through?” Kensi asked, distractedly nibbling on another piece of cucumber.

“I honestly have no idea,” Deeks admitted. He sighed heavily, shaking his head, and Kensi rubbed his shoulder comfortingly. “She could either come because she actually wants to see Caleb consistently now, to prove a point, or just skip out again.”

“I’m sorry. For Caleb’s sake, I hope she does.”

“Yeah. At least now we should have fewer unexpected visits, which is all I wanted.”

“You made the right choice,” Kensi assured him. He appreciated it; he’d probably always question his decision to a degree, but it helped that Kensi didn’t think he was a complete monster. “Alright, now you tell me about your secret. Are you moving to Aruba, joining a traveling circus, buying me a puppy?”

Kensi snorted. “Not quite. A few weeks ago, I applied for a teaching position at University of California, Los Angeles, and today I got a call saying they’d like to hire me. So, I’ll be teaching a couple of Spanish classes this summer,” Kensi shared, unable to hold back a grin.

“Kensi, that’s fantastic!” Deeks exclaimed, getting up and picking her up to swing around the room. She tilted her head back, laughing in obvious delight. He set her back down again, keeping one hand on her waist. “Why didn’t you tell me about this before?”

“You were dealing with all the Monica stuff and I didn’t want to add anything else to your plate.” She folded her hand over his. “Besides, I wasn’t really sure that they’d even offer me an interview. If it didn’t go anywhere, I wanted to wallow all on my own.”

“Hey, I will always wallow with you. I’m great at it. We’ll get some wine, cookies, make a whole night of it,” Deeks said.

“You’re ridiculous.” She kissed him softly, her lips lingering long enough that he felt a tingle of warmth building in his chest. When Kensi pulled back, she brushed his hair back from his forehead. “I love it. And you.”

“Love you too.” They kissed again, this time for just a few seconds

“You know, this kind of news deserves a celebration. We’ve got wine and mint Oreos. Only the best for you.”

“Now how could I say no to an offer like that,” Kensi teased, untangling her arms from around him. “I’m going to go wrangle Caleb while you dig out those Oreos.”

Wiggling her eyebrow ridiculously, Kensi walked out to the sound of Deeks’ laughter.

[ejzah]

A/N: A sweet late night moment between Kensi and Rosa.

***

I’ll Love You For a Thousand Years

Rosa sleepily wandered into the kitchen, an empty glass in one hand. She was almost at the fridge before she noticed a shadowed figure bent over the counter.

“Kensi?”

“Shhh!” Kensi spun around, pressing her finger to her lips.

Rosa stretched to see beyond Kensi, catching sight of what looked like a jar of peanut butter and one of the baby monitors, which emitted a low murmur of voices. “Why are you listening to Marty on the baby monitor at 2 in the morning?” she hissed back.

“I woke up really hungry so I came in here to get a snack and heard Deeks talking to the twins,” Kensi explained, gesturing to the monitor.

“That’s a little strange,”; Rosa commented.

“No, listen.” Turning the volume up, Kensi motioned for Rosa to come closer. It came in on Marty mid-sentence, saying something about tacos.

One of the babies fussed—Rosa thought it sounded like Caleb—and Marty made a soothing sound.

“Hey kiddo, it’s all better. You’re changed, sissy’s changed, and now we’re going to have some milk,” he assured the two month old. There was sound of rustling and Marty groaned, then sighed. “There we go. So, were did I leave off? Oh yes, how mommy and I met.

“So there we were in this gym, both pretending to be people were weren’t. Your mom will say she didn’t trust me, found my annoying, and everything, but I have it on good authority that she had a thing for my hair. I still remember what she was wearing that day.”

He trailed off, the slightly static sound of the speaker the only sound in the room.

“Aw, that’s so sweet,” Rosa whispered.

“Sometimes when I can’t sleep, I just listen to Deeks talk to them,” Kensi admitted. “He tells them about our past, or stories.”

Marty started singing softly, voice low and slightly raspy as sang a now familiar John Denver song. Rosa smiled as he sang about leaves bowing down. When he finished, she wiped a tear from under her eye.

“Daddy loves you. For a thousand years,” Marty said in the softest of whispers.

“I could listen to that all night long,” Kensi murmured, sounding simultaneously teary-eyed and adoring.

[ejzah]

In Miss Blye’s Class, Part 34

***

A full week and a half had passed since Deeks last spoke with Monica. In that time, Deeks and Caleb were too busy to really dwell on whether or not she’d appear. There were multiple end of year events a week to prepare for, and which Deeks did his best to attend. He and Kensi also tried to sneak in a few lunches or dinners together as time would allow.

On Saturday, they were miraculously caught up on all Caleb’s extra projects and he had his work inbox mostly cleared out—what was left could wait a couple days. It was also the perfect weather for surfing.

Before Caleb woke up, Deeks packed a couple of bags with towels, their wetsuits, sunscreen, and snacks. It was certainly a lot more than he’d ever brought with when he was a kid and would walk out the door with little more than his board. He also texted Kensi, inviting her to join them. She responded a few minutes later with a “yes” and offers to bring sandwiches.

Then he started making a simple breakfast of eggs—scrambled with cheese for Caleb—and toast.

Caleb wandered in a little after 9, still in his pajamas, his hair puffed out in frizzy curls, rubbing one eye. He sat down at the kitchen table without speaking, and started eating his eggs.

“You still a little tired, kiddo?”

Caleb grumbled unintelligibly, shoveling a forkful of eggs into his mouth.

“Huh, well maybe this will perk you up. I was thinking we could go to the beach today,” Deeks said.

Caleb immediately straightened up with wide eyes.

“Really? When can we leave?”

“As soon as you finish breakfast and change.”

Caleb scarfed down the rest of his food, his cheeks full as he struggled to swallow. “Done,” he announced.

Chuckling, Deeks ruffled Caleb’s hair, and nodded to the sink. “Ok. Clear your plate and then go brush your teeth and change into your trunks,” Deeks instructed him, and Deeks hopped up, whooping on his way out of the kitchen. “And don’t forget to brush your teeth.

They’d just carted out a few boards in and totes with their supplies when Kensi pulled up.

“Kensi?!” Caleb shouted, dropping his tote back on the ground, and raced to meet her. “I didn’t know you were coming!”

“Hi, sweetheart. I hope it’s a good surprise,” Kensi said, bending to hug him.

“Of course it is!” Taking her hand, Caleb walked with her back to Deeks.

Kensi greeted him with a quick kiss behind the cover of he truck, which made Caleb giggle.

When the boards and bags were all packed up, the piled in and headed for the beach. Deeks turned the radio to an oldies station, rolled down the windows, and sang along to John Denver and Bread. Caleb even got Kensi to join in, though she resisted at first until they both sang at the top of their lungs.

***

As soon as they parked, Caleb unbuckled his seatbelt and jumped out, barely waiting long enough to grab their boards and totes before he was running off.

“A kid after my own heart,” Deeks commented proudly. They watched him slow to a stop about 20 yards ahead, balancing his board on his head while he waited for them to catch up.

“He’s been talking about going all week,” Kensi told him with a fond smile. “I’m surprised you don’t go more often. Caleb informed me you’re very good.”

Deeks shrugged off her compliment, even as he threw his shoulders back a little. “Eh, I won a couple competitions when I was younger and stayed her during the summers. Now I just do it for fun. Nothing like being out on the water on a sunny day. What about you? I bet you’ve got some special moves.”

“I’ve been out a couple times, but swimming has always been more my speed. I may or may not have gone to nationals my senior year of high school.”

Deeks stopped holding up a hand. “Woah, you can’t just drop that kind of information in so casually. Why am I only hearing about this now?” he demanded.

“I like to keep you guessing.”

“Oh, well I definitely will need a demonstration today.”

“Only if you show me your fancy surf moves Caleb keeps bragging about,” Kensi said, turning to walk backwards, a playful smile creeping at her lips. “We’ll make it a competition.”

They walked the rest of the way down hand-in-hand; Caleb waited impatiently at the end of the path, hanging off of anything that would hold him. As soon as they reached the beach, he took off again, stripping off his shirt and racing for the water with his board under one arm.

Kensi and Deeks stopped about three yards from the water to set everything up.

“He really is a little water bug, isn’t he?” Kensi mused, eyes on Caleb, who had just toppled into the water, immediately getting back up to try again.

“He’s still getting the hang of staying on his board, but he just keeps trying. I’m just glad he loves it.” Deeks turned around to face Kensi, who was in the process of stripping off her coverup, hair momentarily obscuring her face, and he was suddenly breathless. She wore a royal blue one piece, the color accentuating her tanned skin. His eyes drifted across her legs, and then back up again.

Kensi shook out her hair, smirking when she noticed him staring.

“Something catch your attention? Sorry, I didn’t think a bikini would be appropriate,” she said wryly. He cleared his throat a couple times. He blamed the sun for his suddenly overheated skin.

“I’m pretty sure that would kill me,” he replied hoarsely. Kensi lowered her eyes, stalking closer to him, and he swallowed heavily, watching her every move. She didn’t stop until they were nearly pressed against one another, probably a little too intimate for a public setting. Looping her arms around his neck, she slid her hands down his back, briefly pausing at the small of his back before dropping lower.

He chuckled breathily. “Something I can help you with, Miss Blye?”

“No, I think I found what I want.” She winked, giving him a firm squeeze before she tipped her face up towards his. Deeks’ lips parted in anticipation, and he shifted ever so slightly closer. Just before their lips touched, Kensi whispered,

“Race you.” She released him, laughing as she turned and ran in the opposite direction. It took a few seconds for his brain to catch up.

“Cheater!” he yelled, racing to catch up.

They spent the rest of the day playing in the water, building sandcastles, and investing various contests for each other. Caleb appointed himself judge of the swimming and surfing completion between Kensi and Deeks.

It might have been years since Kensi had swum competitively, but she hadn’t lost any of her skills, and beat him by a few seconds. She managed to ride approximately half a wave, which Deeks found pretty impressive give her lack of experience, and then she happily watched him show off for a few minutes.

The next time they came back to the shore, Caleb awarded them each circular rocks he found in the place of medals.

***

By six in the evening, they’d consumed all of the food they’d brought with and were exhausted and covered in sand. Deeks didn’t feel like cooking anything, so they took everything back to the truck, and stopped for fish tacos from a little stand.

“I think we successfully wiped him out,” Kensi commented when Caleb’s eyes drifted closed mid-taco, and he fell into Deeks’ shoulder.

“Yeah, he’ll sleep good tonight. So what do you have going on tomorrow?”

Kensi finished the last bite of her taco and leaned back to stretch before responding. “Mm. I need to finish some lesson plans. I also should call my mom, but otherwise I don’t have anything else.” She shrugged. “

“Then can I tempt you with a pot roast dinner?” Deeks asked.

“You can make me pot roast dinner every night,” Kensi said eagerly. “With an occasional lasagna night.”

“I knew it. You’re with me for my cooking skills.”

Winking, Kensi snuck a few shreds of cheese from the top of his last taco.

“You figured me out. Next I’m going to get you to clean the mountain of dishes in my sink.”

Deeks tipped his head back with a grin. She grinned back, stealing more toppings from his plate. They continued chatting while they finished off the last bit of food.

He was halfway through a new story involving Talia and their latest hire when his phone buzzed. He fished it out of his pocket, and frowned at the family number, his mood taking a nosedive as he read the accompanying text.

“It’s from Monica. She wants me to call her lawyer tomorrow,” Deeks relayed grimly. “Unfortunately, I think we’ll have to cut tonight short.”

“I understand. Let me know what you find out,” Kensi requested, gently grasping his chin between her thumb and forefinger. She kissed him softly, rubbing the pad of her thumb over his bottom lip. “Love you.”

“I will.”

He told himself that this was a good thing. Monica had listened for once, which hopefully meant that she wouldn’t be pulling her usual games. Still, he couldn’t quell the uneasy feeling in his stomach even as he tried let Kensi pull him back into conversation.