Couldn't help starting another fic, forgive me if you're reading my other stories and the infrequent updates. Enjoy :)
Buried underneath a mountain of paperwork from their last case Kensi stared intently at the file currently open on her desk. She was so focused on typing up her after-action report that she didn't even notice that Sam was talking to her. It was only when Callen nudged her lightly on the shoulder that she snapped out of her thoughts and directed her attention towards Sam.
"So what's your cover?" Sam asked for the third time.
"Huh? Cover?" Kensi looked up from her laptop giving Sam a confused frown.
"Yeah cover." Sam repeated looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to fill in the blanks.
"Uh... Cover for what?" Kensi really wasn't following what he was on about. Was there a case she was yet to know about?
Deeks entered the bullpen putting his bag down on his desk as he looked from Kensi to Sam to Callen and back to Kensi again. Trying to get a handle on what they were currently discussing Deeks continued surveying the scene. Judging by the confusion currently etched on his partner's face, he wasn't the only one wondering what was up.
"Saturday night, you and Deeks are babysittin' my kids, what's your cover?" Sam asked as if it was the most obvious question in the world.
Kensi and Deeks shared a quick glance before directing their attention back to Sam. Although the look was brief it was enough to communicate the same exact thought, 'crap.'
"I can't exactly introduce you as my team mates from NCIS Office of Special Projects if you know what I mean?" Sam stated sarcastically gesturing with his hands in the process.
"Of course not" Kensi nodded in agreement.
"So then, what are you going to be?" Sam clearly expected an answer from them both.
"What are we going to be?" Kensi repeated, clearly caught of guard. How did she not think about this before agreeing to babysit? "Damn impulsive decision" she cursed herself, looking at Deeks for some support and direction about where to go from here.
"We are going to be your work friends... yeah your work friends, who were uh kind enough to help their buddy out when he needed a sitter." Deeks interjected flashing Sam a dashing smile. Kensi directed her attention to Sam trying to gauge his reaction, shifting uncomfortably in her chair she noticed that he was unimpressed.
"That sounds great, now where do I work?" Sam deadpanned.
"Uh..." Deeks was faltering, majorly. More than any other time in his life he was hoping that Kensi would interject.
"You told your kids that you worked at an office downtown didn't you?" Kensi jumped in, recalling a conversation that Sam and Callen had a long time ago while they were on a stakeout. Callen had mocked him incessantly for choosing such a ridiculous cover story.
Sam smiled at Kensi giving her a slight nod of approval as she correctly answered his question. "I did" Sam stated. However it wasn't long before he returned to his serious demeanor "but you two need to brush up on the office politics if you're gonna look after my kids." Sam stated.
"Right." Kensi nodded.
"Which is why you're both staying on after work tonight so we can sort out all the finer details." Sam informed them.
"We are?" Deeks questioned, sounding slightly apprehensive.
Before Sam could reply he was interruped as Hetty approached him. "Mr Hanna, may I see you for a minute?"
"Sure Hetty, what's up?" Sam replied as the two walked over to her office.
While that interruption by Hetty had certainly brought an abrupt end to that conversation, Deeks couldn't help but comment on Sam's plan. "Finer details?" Deeks questioned looking over at Kensi. He was beginning to wonder what the hell he had gotten himself into.
"You know how much Sam cares about his kids right?" Callen stated, his question clearly rhetorical yet they deemed it important enough to clarify with an answer "Of course we do!"
"He is going to make sure that every little detail is solid before he lets you anywhere near them." Callen smirked somewhat as he looked at the two of them. He remembered his initiation fondly, Sam had grilled him about his cover for days before he finally allowed him to meet his kids. "Trust me when I say, every little detail" Callen emphasized the end of his sentence smirking at the two, leaving them to ponder his statement.
