AN: This are just some drabbels about Kensi and Marty family. They are, like most drabbels, not in an order. Let me know what you think about it!
PS: English is not my first language, so I am really sorry for any language mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS:LA
The fire was good. Not to small to make the sausages, but not to big to sit around it either.
The waves were coming to the beach, slowly, majestetic. You could hear them singing their own song.
Although the sun had already settled, it was still warm anough to sit at the beach comfortably.
Kensi smiled. It had been a really hard day at work. A case around a terroristgroup from Iran. There had been a heavy shootout, and not for the first time she mentally thanked whoever invented kevlar vests.
Now, in the evening, she sat at the beach. But she was not alone. Next to her, his arm around her waist, sat Marty. They were married for 7 years now.
Their oldest son Thomas Donald (Donald after Kensis father) stared concentrated at his sausages. He hated to eat them burned. He was a cute six-year-old, with his fathers blond hair and blue eyes.
Next to him were his younger siblings, the three-year-old twins Michael and Kaylee. They watched the fire out of tired eyes. While Thomas wa a picture of his father, the twins looked much like Kensi. They had dark brown hair and their eyes, well their eyes were like Kensis, too. Each eye had a different colour. But while Kensi had a choclate brown and a nearly black eye, the twins had a nearly black eye and a blue one, exactly the same colour their father had.
Kensi smiled. Her day had been hard, but now she could relax.
She was happy.