AN: I fell in love with the show after seeing this pair, so I started writing and I hope you enjoy, because I'd love to share my thoughts about NCIS:LA.

It started with a simple sentence:
"Kensi, you're pregnant."
"What?"
Unbelievingly she lowers her gun and looks at the man who said the statement.
"What are you talking about? Shut up and get this job done!"
He doesn't say anything else until the bad guys are wrapped up and only the two of them are left outside the scene of the busted warehouse.
She turns to him, her arms crossed, her eyes glaring.
"Okay, spill. What makes you think I'm pregnant, Deeks?"
"Various things." He shrugs and leans against the car, letting his gaze wander as he does so often.
"Like?" She promts.
"Your eating habits-"
"Have been strange before."
"See. Now you're eating like they want you to. Healthy even."
"Maybe I'm finally growing old and have to look after myself." She leans against the car too, looking at his eyes which still avoide hers.
"Your work-out." He waits for her to interrupt him. She doesn't do so. "You do more, but work more on one spot. Like rather doing sit-ups than laps."
Yeah, she'd stayed more on the same place in the gym-her mat-, but she hadn't realized anyone would notice.
"So?"
"And you're being moody more days than your month is long."
"You can't possibly have noticed how long my month is," she laughs humorlessly.
"Four days." Now he looks at her. Challenging.
She looks away. He's right.

"You're late, aren't you?" His voice is soft, more a whisper than an accusation.

Kensi furrows her brow.

Deeks' eyebrow shoots up.

Kensi thinks hard, calculates.

Deeks studies her closely, counts back the days when...

She bites her lip.

He huffs in surprise.

"You haven't taken a test yet?!"
She claps her hand over his mouth.
"There is no reason to," she hisses.
He just tilts his head. Seriously?

"Things were stressful lately, I could be late because of that." She tries to defend her opinion, not to clearify the subject, Deeks notices.

He lifts a brow. Who are you trying to lie at?
She still has her hand over his mouth.
"I've eaten healthy before. Pizza is nothing more than bread and vegetables and cheese and..." She sees the look in his eyes and her hand falls to her side, "The floor in the gym was warm!" She surpresses the urge to stomp her foot to sum the picture of a whining child up.

Deeks doesn't say anything. Not yet.
Kensi sighs and turns away. She runs a hand through her hair and props the other on her hip.
She looks into the setting sun, but doesn't see it.

He is right, a voice inside her shouts.
She'd noticed these changes too, but as long as she doesn't take the test she can play it off as an illness or something.

Maybe she is just afraid.
Of what she doesn't know. Positive or negative, yes or no, mother-to-be or childless single - as long as she holds her weight, trains the same and keeps her food she was alright.

But now?

What now?

Kensi turns to face her partner again. She nodds absentmindly, her gaze on the ground. Her right arm drops to her side, the other reaches in her pocket and fishes the car-keys out.
"Drugstore. You drive."

Time for new arrangements.

u-_-u

I'd write a few more chapters, but first I wanna know if you like to read them.