#ncis la family

[liar-or-lawyer]

Season 5 : Episode 2

"Impact"

[keenmoonus]

"They always come back, Owen. Until one day they don't."

ncis: los angeles - season 05 (2013 -2014)

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#happybirthday @ScottGrimes #scottgrimes #actor #eric #startrek #thenextgeneration #evolution #theorville #ted #critters #mysteryalaska #robinhood #ER #PartyofFive #AmericanDad #bandofbrothers #Justified #lawandordersvu #FamilyGuy #TheLostTree #ncisla #Oppenheimer #PearlyGates

[deeksblye]

I still can't believe I'm gonna have to live without this show! It has been such an amazing ride... This characters will forever be in my heart ❤️

[herveiwfromthefloor]

Of course Callen would buy Kensi a sweet gift, I Iove their relationship💗

We Need A Little Christmas

***

“Hey guys, glad you guys made it back,” Fatima called out as Kensi and Deeks walked back into the mission. They’d left long enough to pick Rosa up and eat dinner before returning.

In that time someone had supplemented the basic Christmas decorations from earlier in the day with enough garland, sparkly ornaments, and lights to make Nell proud.

“Where’s Rosa? I hope you didn’t leave her at home all alone.”

“Well, I’m sure Rosa would appreciate the solitude, but you can relax,” Deeks answered. “She hanging out at a friends house.”

“Good. She needs to hang out with someone her own age for a change,” Sam teased, appearing with a mug of egg nog, and gave them each a hug.

Callen strolled in behind him with a beer. He had a small reindeer pin attached to his shirt.

At the table set up a few feet away, Rountree handed out glasses of various drinks. Unlike Callen and Sam, he’d gone all out with a Frosty adorned sweater, Santa hat, completing the look with a string of flashing lights around his neck.

“Hey you guys want some egg nog?” he offered. “I made it with my Nana’s family recipe.”

“I love Grandmas’ egg nog,” Deeks said, accepting a glass.

“It’s not quite up to Nell’s standard,” Callen commented. “But it’s good.”

“Which means it’s not capable of taking down a small elephant,” Deeks interjected.

“Thanks Rountree, but I’m going to pass right now,” Kensi decided. “I’ll just grab some water.”

“Sure thing. Let me know if you change your mind.”

“By the way, where’s Kilbride?” Deeks hadn’t seen him lurking anywhere and his office was dark.

“He wished us a Merry Christmas, requested that we not cause any international incidents between now and New Years, and then escaped,” Callen answered. “He also left that fruit cake.” He gestured to a sturdy looking package on the far end of the table.

“Of course Kilbride would bring fruitcake.” Shaking his head, Deeks glanced down at Kensi, who was sipping at her water.

“Hey, are you feeling ok?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. My stomach’s just been a tiny been funny all day. I think I ate too much habanero chicken last night.”

“Yeah, that’ll do it. I did warn you.”

“Yes, you did.” Kensi leaned her head on his shoulder for a second.

“You want me to get you some Tums?”

“No, I’m ok. But I think I should probably wait on the egg nog til my stomachs feeling a little less rumbly,” she said with a faint grin that reassured Deeks she wasn’t feeling all that bad. “Besides, we’ve missed enough things this year with all the craziness, I don’t want to skip out on another.”

A few minutes later, Fatima gathered everyone over to hand out Secret Santa gifts. Although she didn’t celebrate the religious aspects of Christmas, Fatima fully enjoyed the more secular components.

Kensi received a chocolate lover’s subscription to a local confectionary. It could have come from anyone in the office, given her well documented sweet tooth, but Deeks would put his money on Callen.

“Oh my god, this is gorgeous,” Fatima gasped as she opened her gift to reveal a succulent patterned scarf. “Thank you, Kensi!”

“How did you know it was her?” Rountree protested. “It could have been any of us.”

“Really? Would any of you guys feel comfortable buying me a scarf like this?”

“Nope,” Deeks said immediately.

“Exactly.

“You’re welcome,” Kensi said, smiling as Rountree and Fatima continued to bicker.

After all the gifts were opened, Kensi settled into Deeks’ arms, watching the shenanigans in front of them.

“This really does make all the craziness worth it, doesn’t it?” Deeks mused.

“Yep.” She held out her water and clinked it against his glass. “To normalcy.”

***

A/N: Since Fatima tends to where colorful and unique scarves (like the one with skulls on it), I didn’t think a succulent patterned one would be too out there. From my research, it seems that giving them as gifts isn’t generally frowned upon, but if I’m wrong, not offense is intended.

[blogger360ncislarules]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: NCIS: Los Angeles Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harris Keane & Hetty Lange Characters: Hetty Lange, Harris Keane Additional Tags: Whumptober 2024, 9x23, 9x24, 10x01, Team as Family, Angst, Emotional Hurt, Set Up For Failure, Partner Betrayal, holding back tears, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Season/Series 10 Speculation, Yeah this is a lot of whump Summary:

A very deep and whumpy look into what the Season 9 finale and Season 10 premiere must have been like for Hetty.

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WTH?!

Spy x Family season 1 ep 2 did not just pull an explosion proposal like: NCIS LA: #Keeks or #Densi style.

[chrisodonline]

Fatima is ALL BUSINESS today. Hopefully she gets something fun next ep.

Man, considering the previouslies, they've got A LOT to address still in 9 minutes...unless those were also for the next ep?

[herveiwfromthefloor]

Of course the boys can't just have a normal trip without running into trouble. I'm so excited Eric is back, I miss him.

It would be cool to get a bachelorette party or a wedding planing story for Anna. I know she doesn't have many friends we know of aside from Kensi, but I'm sure you could make it work🤷‍♀️

Since in "Glory of the Sea" we learned that for Callen's bachelor party they might be cave diving in Mexico, and we that know how eventful the last two trips to Mexico were, could you write a fan fic in that the guys get into trouble in Mexico - again?

Maybe a Strip Club Would be Safer

“Are you really sure you want to have your bachelor party in Mexico?” Deeks checked, not for the first time. He’d asked when Sam first suggested it, then again when they arrived at airport, and now, as they grabbed their bags from the rental car.

“Absolutely,” Sam said. Callen gave a less enthusiastic shrug, still not fully onboard with the idea of a bachelor party. The couple beers he’d had on the flight over had helped some though.

Behind him, Eric had just removed his own luggage, and rolled it over to stand between Callen and Deeks. He had of course made the time to participate in the festivities, flying in a couple days early to get everything settled. He’d even got them upgraded to first class (sometimes being Rick was awesome).

“I mean, it’s not like we’re here in any official capacity,” Eric reminded them with a shrug. “What could possibly go wrong?”

“Oh, I wish you hadn’t said that.” Deeks winced, throwing his head back with a sigh.

“Relax, Deeks. We’re just tourists, here to enjoy some cave diving with my man.”

“And I found some interesting clubs we can check out,” Eric added.

“Uh, I promised Anna there’d be no strippers involved during this bachelor party,” Callen spoke up.

“She had to specify?” Deeks asked, surprised that Anna would worry about Callen wanting a last night of society approved infidelity.

Callen shook his head. Nah. Anna doesn’t care, because she knows that’s not really my thing. But it’s the excuse I gave Arkady when he mentioned his plans to book an exclusive Russian strip club.”

“I believe the preferred term is “exotic dancing” or gentleman’s club,” Deeks felt the need to point out.

“As you’ve mentioned before.” Sam shot him a speculative look.

“And I’m offended that you’d think I’d suggest any place like that.” Eric actually did seem mildly offended.

“Sorry.” Sam patted his back. “Sometimes I forget that under all the luxury cars and faux leather, you’re still the same old nerd.”

“Thanks. I think.”

“Ok, I’m fine with a club or whatever, as long as it’s not too crazy. This is supposed to be relaxing.”

“No, it’s supposed to be fun,” Sam corrected him. Deeks thought he looked a little severe for someone promoting fun. “Now, lets get to the hotel before they give away our rooms.”

***

After checking into their hotel, they ate lunch at a little cafe that Eric found while scouting out local attractions. Deeks knew Kensi would be jealous that she missed out on the authentic cuisine.

They spent the the rest of the afternoon and evening exploring the area. It was interesting being a tourist for a change, with no set agenda in mind other than having fun. Fortunately, Sam and Deeks had carefully selected a part of Mexico they’d never encountered during any investigations, which turned out to be slightly challenging after all these years.

From there, Eric dragged them to one of the clubs he mentioned. There weren’t any strippers, but lots of tequila and karaoke.

***

“Why the hell did we have to get up so early?” Callen complained, glaring at Sam as he happily drove an SUV down the highway.

Sam had come knocking on Deeks’ room room at 6am. Fortunately, Deeks hadn’t drunk very much, but he needed more than three hours of sleep to function.

“Because it’s a two-hour drive to the caves, and our dive starts at 9,” Sam replied evenly.

“I guess it would be stupid to ask why you felt compelled to schedule it so early?”

“Morning is the best time to go cave diving.”

“You’re making that up.” Turning to look in the back, where Eric was happily tapping on his phone, Callen frowned. “How are you even conscious, Beale? You drank more than all of us put together.”

“Being a high-tech business man comes with some odd hours, and the need for a high tolerance,” Eric explained, taking a long drink of the strong espresso he’d picked up before they left.

“Unbelievable,” Sam said.

“Alright, who wants to play the ABC game, Mexico edition?” Deeks asked a few minutes later. He needed something to pass the time. “I should warn you, Kensi I play this all the time.”

“No,” Sam said at the same time Callen called out,

“Amor!” He pointed to a large, purple sign that advertised a club of some sort.

The game kept going for the next hour, until they came upon a quaint-looking restaurant. Sam reluctantly agreed to stop for refreshments, since they were running ahead of schedule.

A friendly young woman, named Danita, who reminded Deeks a little of Rosa might in ten or so years, served them little cups of coffee and fresh omelets. There were a few other patrons sitting at the rough wooden tables, who looked like regulars based on their conversation.

Deeks headed to the restroom, feeling full, considerably more awake, and ready for some underwater exploration than he had half an hour ago. He should have known it would be too good to be true.

As he walked back into the small dining room, Deeks saw two armed men standing over Sam, Callen, and Eric.

Yeah, they definitely weren’t getting around to cave diving today.

***

A/N: Yes, there will be a part 2. Hope this is ok.

Thanks for the prompt!

[redgoldblue]

s6 truly just

Michelle: this is my husband Sam

Michelle: and this is his boyfriend Callen

[liar-or-lawyer]

Season 10 : Episode 3

"The Prince"

[ncisladaily]

#FlashbackFriday to when Barrett was on Hallmark Channel's Home and Family show.

[densi-mber]

A/N: Once again, @mashmaiden is responsible for the premise of today’s story. We’re starting off Densimber with a whole lot of fluff.

***

It Takes a Village

The next morning, Rosa found herself still thinking about skipping the outside Christmas decorations. Maybe it was a silly thing to worry about, but she’d noticed how disappointed Kensi and Deeks seemed at missing out on part of the tradition, despite their attempts to brush it off.

Yesterday had been fun for sure, between sharing stories, adding Kensi’s ball of lights to the tree, and consuming their weight in cookies and the hot chocolate Rosa made. Somehow it didn’t have the same magic as the year before when they’d started decorating after everyone got home, needing to pull out lights to finish, and then all stood outside examining their efforts in the dark.

Since it was a Saturday, she met for a morning study session, and then was free for the rest of the day. As she waited for her coffee at one of the campus cafes, a plan started to form.

Heading for the student center, she looked around for one of the students who’d become a close friend in the last few months. Alex Swartz was tall, lanky and in two of her pre-law classes. He also spent the majority of his time outside of classes camped out at one of the tables outside the cafeteria.

“Hi Alex,” she greeted him, taking a seat on the opposite side of the table. He looked up from the book in his hands, instantly straightening as a smile stretched across his lips. In many ways, he reminded her of Marty. If only in his personality.

“Rosa, hey! I didn’t know you were coming in today. You should have told me,” he said.

“I just had a study session. What are you doing today?”

“Um, studying for my history exam and then I’m not sure what else,” Alex said, lifting an eyebrow. “Why?”

Rosa folded her arms on the table, leaning forward, and exhaled quickly. “How would you feel about coming to help me decorate my parents’ house while they’re out at an appointment?”

***

“Oh my god, those chicken strips smell amazing!” Kensi groaned, thumping her head back on the headrest of her seat. After a financial appointment, a trip to the grocery store, and stopping at the Dairy Queen drive through, she felt like she could easily eat an entire chicken. Not that the twins would allow that at this point in her pregnancy.

“I told you I don’t mind if you dig in,” Deeks reminded her as he pulled into their neighborhood.

“No, no. You just got the truck detailed. I’m not getting grease on the seats.”

“That’s true love,” Deeks teased. He turned the corner onto their street, slowing down to accommodate the various cars and trucks parked along the sides, and frowned at the two parked on either side of their driveway. One he recognized as Rosa’s, the other was a mystery.

“Is it just my imagination or are there three kids on our roof?” Deeks asked as he climbed out of the truck with a bag of groceries.

“Nope. There’s definitely kids on our roof, and if I’m not mistaken, they’re putting lights up,” Kensi replied, walking up the driveway with him.

“Hi, Mr. And Mrs. Deeks!” called out a dark-haired young man Deeks had met a couple times before, waving from his perch on the roof.

“Hey Alex,” Deeks drawled as Rosa appeared from the garage.

“Oh, Kensi and Marty, I didn’t expect you back so soon,” she said in a rush, hurrying towards them.

“Clearly. What’s going on?” Kensi asked.

Intertwining her hands a little nervously, Rosa pressed her lips together, which made her resemble Kensi remarkably, and let out a short breath. “I asked Alex and his roommates to come help decorate.”

“Rosa, that’s—”

“I know, I know. You said you didn’t care, but I know how much it means to you,” she interrupted, her accent increasing slightly as she spoke more quickly. “And you’ve done so much for me, always making sure I have the best, and sacrificing for me. I wanted to do something for you, even if it isn’t that important.”

She finished with a little shrug, and Deeks’ face crumpled at the uncertainty in her voice. Simultaneously, he and Kensi enveloped her in a hug. Rosa made a little “oof” sound as she was squished between them.

“That’s one of the sweetest things you could have done,” Kensi whispered. “Thank you.”

“Best present ever,” Deeks added, kissing the side of Rosa’s head. “Just for the record though, there isn’t anything we wouldn’t do for you, and you never have to repay us for any of it. Because we love you.”

“I love you, too,” Rosa whispered, and Kensi pulled back waving a hand in front of her face.

“Ok, we gotta stop before I start bawling in front of your friends.”

Rosa laughed wetly, hugging Kensi closer as she leaned into Deeks’ shoulder.

“Hey, Rosa, I thought you were going to come up here and help me,” Alex called out from the roof, breaking the moment.

Rosa rolled here eyes, pulling back with an apologetic shrug. “I’m supposed to do the eaves.”

“Be careful,” Deeks shouted after her, watching her jog back to the house. “Damn, we sure got lucky, didn’t we?”

“We did,” Kensi agreed softly, laying her head on his shoulder.

[ejzah]

A/N: Set shortly after Rosa moves in with Kensi and Deeks.

***

Comfort

The first few weeks with Rosa were admittedly a little rough. Not because of Rosa herself, but adjusting to a third person into the house, a scarily close to adulthood person, took time.

Every day, they learned some new detail about Rosa or discovered a new facet of her personality. For example, Deeks had inadvertently found out she hated brussel sprouts only after she forced her way through last night’s dinner. That had lead to an in-depth discussion about vegetables, which further revealed Rosa only liked cauliflowers raw, loved potatoes, and had never tried eggplant.

“I feel like we’re failing her,” Kensi lamented one night as they got ready for bed. She plopped onto their bed, rubbing both hands over her face. “I know nothing about raising a sixteen year old. What about when she starts school in the fall? I’m not sure I can help her if she needs it.”

Deeks had the same worries. How could he not? They’d planned as much as they could, but nothing could quite prepare them for the reality of adopting a teenager.

Sitting next to her, Deeks took her hand. “Hey, this is not going to be easy and we’re for sure going to make a ton of mistakes, but that doesn’t make you a bad parent.” She nodded, not looking like she actually believed him. “We’re going to get through this. It’s going to be really hard for all of us, but we will be here for her, whatever that’s means. And we’ll ask for help if we don’t have the answers ourselves.”

“You really think so?” Kensi murmured, and her uncertainty and vulnerability nearly killed him.

“I know it.” He pressed his forehead to hers, breathed in with her. “We’re going to be ok.”

Despite his best attempts to reassure Kensi, Deeks started to have his own doubts a few days later when he found Rosa sitting in her room, curled up on the bed, her hunched shoulders the image of sadness. He’d noticed that she was careful to cause as few disruptions as possible.

She tried to wash the dishes after every meal, insisted on washing her own clothes, and kept to herself unless directly invited into an activity by Kensi or Deeks. She was naturally shy, but this seemed excessive, even given everything she’d gone through.

Deeks almost walked by, but at the last second, knocked on the door jamb. Rosa immediately straightened, and offered him a weak smile.

“Hey, mind if I come in?”

“Of course. Is everything alright?” she asked, and his heart squeezed painfully at the realization that she automatically thought the worst.

“Yeah, no. Everything’s fine. I just wanted to check on you,” Deeks said softly. He joined her, sitting on the end of the bed. “You’re been, uh, pretty quiet, so I wanted to make sure you didn’t need anything.”

“You’ve already given me everything.” She glanced over the room, decorated with her reluctant help.

“Well, I wasn’t necessarily talking about things. Though if there is anything else you need, or want, we can talk about that too.” He paused, giving her time to respond. When she remained silently, fiddling with a button on the cut of her jacket, he continued. “Kensi and I want you here—”

“I know that,” she interrupted quickly, nervously. She muttered under her breath in Spanish, and Deeks’ eyes widened.

“Whoa, Rosa, you don’t have to feel grateful for any of this.”

Her mouth dropped open slightly, and then she closed her eyes, looking chagrined. “I keep forgetting you understand Spanish.”

“Yeah, most people do,” he agreed. “Why do you think you have to be grateful?”

Rosa shrugged. “You gave me a home, kept me from staying in refugee housing or worse. I would be an orphan without you and Kensi,” she explained softly. “I should appreciate it.”

“Oh sweetheart.” Deeks opened his arms, and to his surprise, she leaned into him. He blinked back tears, trying to find the right words to silence her fears. “We’ve done all of this because we care about you. You could shout and leave dirty dishes all over your room, and that wouldn’t change.”

“Really?” Rosa let out a shuddery breath.

“Absolutely. Kensi’ll tell you the same thing,” he said, hugging her closer. “And, one more thing. This is your home too. You’re allowed to go wherever you want, use what you want, eat whatever and whenever. Hell, you can make messes if you want. It’s not like I’ll notice with Kensi’s stray cheese sticks laying around.”

Rosa giggled, sniffing a few times, and pulled back. “I just don’t want to make it inconvenient,” she told him.

“You won’t,” he promised. He gave her another squeeze. “Ok.”

She nodded, and he smiled. “C’mon, I hear there’s some chocolate cake with out names on it.”

Later that week, Deeks found a book Rosa had been reading next to a plate with the remnants of a sandwich on the coffee table. He smiled as he carried the plate to the kitchen. It was a start.

[keenmoonus]

I love one FAMILY.

ncis: los angeles "s06ep01 deep trouble (2)"

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#happybirthday @dominicburgess #dominicburgess #actor #mrvup #startrekpicard #thegoodplace #drdeath #themagicians #betterthings #laconfidential #modernfamily #santaclaritadiet #americanhorrorsrtory #theflash #teenwolf #911lonestar #ncisla #RebelMoon #FeudBetteandJoan #startrek57