**Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic, so go easy on the comments. No flames please! Constructive criticism.
Hope you like it!
SKW**
Special Agent Kensi Blye sat in her car, waiting for her partner Detective Marty Deeks to return from the donut shop with donuts and coffee. He appeared suddenly and Kensi unlocked the door.
"You locked the door?", said Deeks, smirking at her.
"I wanted to be extra safe", defended Kensi. "Which is ironic because your the one who got shot."
His smirk disappeared. Kensi grinned at him and started the car.
"What, no snappy come-back?", she taunted.
He smiled his Deeks smile and began to eat a donut. Kensi reached over for one and he moved the bag away from her.
"Hey!", she said, her eyes narrowing.
"Now Fern", Deeks began.
"Don't call me that!", Kensi interrupted with a growl.
Deeks went on as if she hadn't interrupted.
"You need to focus on driving", he continued. "And I'm helping you stay in your itsy bitsy jeans."
"Give me the dang donut, Deeks", snapped Kensi. "Or I swear-"
"Okay, okay", Deeks cut in quickly, handing her the donut.
"Thank you", she said, taking a bite and giving him a warm smile.
Deeks handed a coffee to her and they ate and drank in compatible silence.
The two arrived at Ops and were in a heavy argument on who was a better driver.
"Yeah, good morning to you too!", teased Sam.
"Looks like trouble in paradise", said Callen grinning.
Kensi and Deeks continued to argue, oblivious to Callen and Sam.
"I'm a great driver, I'll have you know", said Deeks.
"If your such a great driver, why did we almost crash before I got captured by the Russians?", asked Kensi, regretting her words as soon as they left her mouth.
A look of deep hurt and emotion went across Deeks' face and before Kensi could apologize, Eric whistled.
"This is really weird, I think you guys should come check this out", said Eric before walking back into his and Nell's "fortress of awesome computer-geek powers."
Kensi opened her mouth to apologize to Deeks, but he turned away from her.
Deek's eyes, normally a sparkling ocean-blue, showed sadness and something else she couldn't put her finger on. It pained her to see Deeks like this. She swallowed and ran up the stairs, two at a time.
"Okay", said Eric, bringing up what looked like a video from the security camera. "This video was taken roughly 5 minutes ago. It shows what looks like a woman in her mid-thirties, tan skin and dark brown hair like Kensi's. She's wearing a cloak that covers her face, but we caught her dropping off a basket."
"It looks like she was talking to the basket", said Nell, rewinding the video. "But, just to make sure, we called in the bomb squad to be ready."
"So, we don't know exactly what's in the basket?", asked Sam.
"Basically", said Nell sighing. "But can at least two of you check it out?"
"I'll do it", volunteered Kensi.
"I'll go too", said Deeks, surprising Kensi.
"Alright!", said Nell.
Kensi and Deeks hurried down the stairs and stood at the door, looking at each other.
"Look Deeks, I'm sorry for what I said", apologized Kensi. "You know I trust you, don't you?"
"Yeah", said Deeks, smiling slightly. "It's okay."
"So, we're good?", asked Kensi cautiously.
"We're good", replied Deeks with a genuine smile. `
Kensi smiled back in relief and glanced at the door.
"Ready?", she asked.
Deeks nodded.
"One, two, three!"
They opened the door and proceeded carefully towards the basket. Kensi looked at Deeks and they spoke, without saying a word. Kensi opened the basket and gasped.
In the basket was a 2-week-old baby girl.