A/N: I got a sign yesterday that I should write again. I walked past a bakery and they had a sign in their window advertising the newest hit from the USA - cronuts! Of course I had to get one. To be honest, I really thought this thing doesn't really exist and that America and France never had a pastry baby. Anyway, so my mind came up with a new story idea. I started it and I'd like you to tell me what you think about it. Enjoy!

And again the warning - I'm not a native speaker.

Oh, and I don't own anything or anyone...

"So Marie, tell me about this new garden center you mentioned," Julia said to her friend Marie.

They sat in the kitchen, drinking tea, talking about everything and nothing. She didn't know Marie that long but they enjoyed each other's company and they both liked gardening.

"It's great. They have some great offers and the decoration in the garden is fantastic. You should really come with me next time," Marie answered.

"Sounds good."

"How is your daughter doing?" Marie asked. They had never met but Julia talked about her daughter sometimes.

"She's doing good but she never seems to have time for anything. Last time I saw her and her partner was some weeks ago at Thanksgiving Dinner."

"Partner? You never mentioned that she's married. You don't like him?"

"No no, she's not married. Marty is her work partner and friend and whatever else they are," Julia said shaking her head more to herself. She never understood why those two didn't see what everyone else saw - the glances, the smiles, the little touches.

Just before Marie could ask anything else the doorbell rang.

Julia opened the door to see her daughter standing on her door step.

"Hey mom," Kensi greeted her.

"Kensi, I didn't know you were coming. Is everything alright?" Julia was instantly worried. Knowing a little bit about her daughter's job it was understandable.

"No mom, everything's good I just came by to pick up the box of photos you once told me about. Deeks and I talked about some childhood memories in the car and I remembered that you said you found some photos." Kensi explained and her mother relaxed right away.

"Oh, you're right come on in, I'll get you the box. You can also meet my friend Marie," she started turning around before she remembered something. "Wait a second. Where's Marty? Don't tell me he's waiting in the car."

"Well, as I said, we talked about it in the car and we were in the area anyway so I thought I just drop by and get the box. So yeah, he's waiting outside."

"Don't be ridiculous, you can't let the poor guy wait outside. Go get him," she ordered mildly.

"Okay, I'll get him," Kensi sighed. "We'll be right back." She knew her mother liked her partner and hadn't seen him in a while.

"Mom, we're back," Kensi shouted as she and Deeks entered the house.

"We're in the kitchen," came Julia's voice.

"Wait a second – we?" Deeks hissed to his partner.

"Mom has a friend over, probably someone she can chat about gardening with. Come on, otherwise she'll just send me to get you again."

He knew she was right. The few times he had been here with Kensi Julia was always kind and caring. She even refused to let them leave on Thanksgiving without taking leftovers which they had heated during their movie marathon the next night.

"Ah, there you are," Julia greeted them. "I'd like you to meet my friend. Marie, this is my daughter Kensi and her friend Marty," Julia started introducing everybody while they walked over to the kitchen table. "Kensi, Marty this is my friend…"

"Mom?" Deeks suddenly asked. He looked at the woman sitting at the table in shock. Everybody stopped dead in their tracks.

TBC?

So? What do you think? Let me know... thanx!