It was Monday morning in Los Angeles. The relentless summer sun was beating down, the usual hectic morning commute was in gridlock all over the city, and coffee was being consumed at an alarming rate. Inside the unassuming, dilapidated looking mission-style OSP center, three men sat at their desks working on unfinished reports and files. The fourth desk in the area was empty. Except for the clacking of laptop keyboards, it was unusually quiet.

"Anyone seen Kensi this morning?" Callen spoke up. "Deeks, any idea where your partner is?" he asked, looking across at the shaggy detective.

"Nope. I have no idea. She didn't want to carpool today, so haven't heard from her since last night. Maybe they were out of donuts at her usual place," Deeks replied laughing. "I could have Eric track her if you're really concerned," he added, "but I would give her a couple more minutes. Maybe she needed the donuts, special coffee and large breakfast burrito today – that would definitely add time to her commute."

Sam looked up from his files with a smile and shook his head at his two co-workers. "You know she'd kill you if she could hear you right now." Suddenly the heavy wooden door from outside flung open and Kensi burst in. She had an agitated look on her face and headed straight for the bullpen. "Batten down the hatches," Sam muttered quietly.

In one fluid motion, Kensi threw her bag on her desk and walked to stand in front of Deeks' desk. "Deeks, you and me in the armory, NOW!" she shouted at him, turning on her heels and heading out of the bullpen.

"Uh, no thanks. I'll pass." Deeks replied, looking up in her direction.

Kensi stopped in her tracks. "You what?" she shouted back at him. Her eyes were wide and full of fire.

Callen and Sam looked back and forth between the partners, not sure whether to smirk or duck out of the way.

"You just stormed in here in a less-than-lovely mood, princess, and ordered me to meet you in a room filled with weapons and ammunition. Like I said, no thanks. Pass." Deeks went back to typing away on his laptop.

"He's got a point," Callen said. After the glare he received from the lone female agent, he decided he really needed a cup of coffee, on the other side of the mission. Sam mumbled something about a workout in the gym starting now, and exited as quickly as he could.

Kensi glared at her partner a moment longer, then turned and walked back outside where she had just come from without saying a word. When she didn't return after about ten minutes, Deeks' curiosity got the best of him. "I hope she's gotten off whatever crazy train she was riding," he thought to himself and stood up from his desk. Cautiously he opened the door to the courtyard and saw Kensi leaning against the wall. Her eyes were closed and she was rubbing her temples with both hands.

"Kens… um, what's up? You're not carrying right now, are you?" he asked with trepidation, running his hand through his blond locks. "Look, whatever it was that I apparently did to piss you off, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, you were right, I was wrong, and you are the best partner and friend a guy could have." There, that should cover all the bases.

She let out a long sigh. How was she going to tell him? How do you delicately phrase what she was about to tell him? They were about to embark on something very un-partnerly and unplanned. Screw it; she wasn't in the mood to think of alternate phrases and cutesy sayings. She was just going to tell him.

"You want to know what you did?" Kensi snapped at him. "Do you remember that week we had to stay in San Diego for the Garcia case? Well, you're about to become a father," she spoke quickly.

"What?" he asked staring straight at her. He was not expecting news like this.

"I'm … I'm pregnant Deeks. About 9 weeks along if you want to know. That's what you did. And you're right, you won't do it again," Kensi replied with slightly less bite in her bark.

"Wow. Um, ok, wow. And just for the record, this isn't something that just I did. This is definitely a 'we' thing, Fern. I specifically remember you being there, too, and having a very active role in the, um, baby-making process…" Deeks' words drifted off and he had a far-off dreamy look in his eyes.

"Your mind is already back in San Diego isn't it?" Kensi huffed at him. Her hands had dropped from her temples to her hips.

"Yeah…" Deeks said slowly with a grin. "Wait, how did you know?" he protested.

"I just know you Deeks. It's a simple game of word association. Most people when they hear the word 'pregnant' think of babies and pink and blue and diapers. But not you; you hear the word 'pregnant' and immediately think of two naked people having sex and doing what we did to get me pregnant."

"You do know me so well partner. Admit it, though – you're thinking back to those nights, too, and all the Kensi and Deeks private time we had. Which reminds me, why haven't we had more of that private time since we've been back?" Deeks smirked at her.

"I was not thinking the same thing as you, Deeks."

"You are now," Deeks laughed. Kensi opened her mouth to make a remark, then changed her mind. Her face softened a little and Deeks felt like he didn't have to fear bodily harm anymore. There was a hint of a smile on her face and she relaxed her hands and arms.

"Damn it Deeks. I just had the pregnancy confirmed at the doctor this morning. I am upset and scared and freaking out. This isn't something I saw myself doing for several years yet. It's certainly not something we've ever discussed doing together. I came straight here to tell you because I didn't know what else to do, and you know exactly what to say and do to make me smile and feel a tiny bit better," Kensi explained. "I hate that about you."

Deeks reached out and grabbed Kensi's hands in his own. "Actually I think you mean that you love that about me. It's going to be ok. We'll take this one day at a time – together. And besides, it's my job to make you feel better, partner. That's what I do. Well, in addition to that, apparently," he grinned, pointing at her belly.

To be continued…

A/N: This isn't going to be your typical pregnancy fic. None of that "he got me pregnant and now we are automatically madly in love" stuff. This is going to be more like a collection of moments throughout the 40-ish weeks and how Kensi and Deeks deal with this new adventure as only they can without being overly mushy. At least that's my goal :-)