Hey there. Just decided to do a series of unrelated one-shots. Some of them could pass of as tags. Some just random. NCIS: LA is my newst favourite show on the block, and I'm hoping some light fluffy pieces will brighten up your day!
A/N: Nope! Still don't own 'em...sigh. Just playing in Shane Brennan's sandbox!
Chapter 1
The Sweet Tooth
"Do we have something to eat?" Deeks lowered his binoculars, trying to hide the smile.
It was exactly one in the morning, and they were staking out a suspect. And LAPD detective/ NCIS liaison Marty Deeks had a low sugar level partner currently digging through his car's glove-box, searching for an elusive bit of runaway food. He was tempted to let her scour every possible inch of his car, till she was blue in the face.
But then again, a cranky and hungry Kensi Marie Blye might just end up shooting him.
"Behind your seat, have some M&Ms stashed. If you -" He barely had the words out of his mouth when he found Kensi already twisted like a pretzel trying to reach behind her seat.
Grabbing the packet she straightened out, a triumphant smile gracing her lips. She almost ripped open the packet in her hunger, aiming a glare in his direction when he couldn't help but chuckle. shoving a few of the red candies in her mouth, she closed her eyes, savoring them.
"You know, you should have more food in here," she said, offering the packet to him. He took it but didn't eat. And wise decision for she snatched it out of his hands again.
"Well that's enough sweet for one night," Deeks gently coaxed the packet out of her hands. "One kid on a sugar rush is enough, don't you think?" He reached out and placed one hand gently on the slightly swollen baby bump. Kensi smiled.
"I second that." Callen's voice came over the comm. They heard Sam chuckle in the background.
"Besides I'm not exactly looking forward to a mama grizzly bear Blye and a sugar high kid," Deeks said, earning him a whack on the arm. He yelped. "Yep. Still think you'll be a mama grizzly."
A/N 2: Just a random thing. English isn't my first language. All mistakes are solely mine. Let me know if I should continue. Or should I stop.
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-Sam.