A/N: Well hey there folks! Thanks for all of those who favorited my story! And a special shoutout to Hoosier65 for being my star reviewer! Chapter 2 is here! Enjoy!
By the time the pizza arrived they had built a fort that encompassed most of the living room and included a tower made of boxes that Deeks had scavenged from the garage. "Pizza time!" Deeks yelled as he closed the door, three boxes in one hand and a bag of drinks in the other. "Grab your plates and head to the fort!"
Addy hesitated. "We're not supposed to eat in the living room," she said uncertainly.
Kensi knelt in front of their young charge. "Addy, you are so right. It's important to follow the rules. But it would be a shame to waste this very nice fort that you worked so hard on right?" she winked at the girl.
Addy thought for a moment. "Yeah I guess so," she said happily and skipped off to join the party.
"Nicely done Kensalina." Deeks appeared from the kitchen chomping on a Twinkie.
'Where did you get that?" Kensi asked. "Their pantry is like a mini 'Whole Foods'."
"Secret stash. You and Michelle are kindred spirits," he told her.
"Come on!" Bria yelled from the living room.
"You heard her," Deeks said. "The party awaits!"
They chowed down on pizza and breadsticks while watching an episode of "Dog with a Blog." "Wait," Deeks said around a mouthful of pepperoni, "you're telling me that the parents have never noticed that the dog can talk?"
"Nope!" Bria told him. "Only the kids talk to him."
"The parents don't seem very bright," Kensi observed, reaching for another breadstick. "Who lets their kids do all this crazy stuff?"
"They're the fun parents!" Addy said.
"Yeah, well, they're going to fun parent their kids all the way to Gitmo," Kensi said with a snort.
"What's Gitmo?" Addy asked.
Deeks and Kensi glanced at each other. "Who wants ice cream?" Deeks went for a distraction rather than an explanation.
"Me!" both girls yelled.
"Okay!" Deeks rose to his feet. "Looks like I am making an ice cream run."
Kensi's eyes widened and she followed him into the hallway. "Where are you going?"
"To the grocery store," Deeks told her. "Michelle is good but even she can't hide ice cream."
"You can't leave me here!" Kensi said desperately.
"Kens, I will be gone fifteen minutes. You're doing great. Just relax." He squeezed her shoulder and opened the door.
"Deeks, Deeks!" The door closed and Kensi was alone.
"Where did Uncle Marty go?"
Kensi turned around slowly to find both girls standing in the hallway watching her. "He went to get the ice cream," she eyed them both, her stomach tight with nerves. "So…what do you want to do now?"
Bria whispered something in Addy's ear. "Rainbow Loom," Addy told her firmly.
"Excuse me?" Kensi asked.
It turned out "Rainbow Loom" was a knobby piece of plastic that came with about eight million teeny, tiny rubber bands that could be woven together to create multi-colored bracelets and other assorted accessories.
"Hold still Auntie Kensi," Addy said as she twisted a rubbery blue headband into Kensi's locks.
"Ow! Okay, yep, it's in there!" Kensi told her. "And apparently it's never coming out," she muttered to herself.
"Aunt Kensi you and Uncle Marty should get married," Bria said as she braided together some pink and yellow bands.
Kensi froze. "Why, why, why would you say that?" she asked, trying to maintain her calm.
"Because you like each other," Addy told her.
Kensi forced a laugh. "No, we're just, no we're not getting married."
"But why?" Bria asked. "He's funny and nice."
"He is funny and nice," Kensi said slowly. "But you can't just marry someone because he's funny and nice. Besides, Uncle Marty is my work partner. It would be weird if we got married."
"But you could wear a white dress and have flowers and cake," Addy said. "Don't you want to get married?"
Kensi's mind was racing as she tried to keep up with the girls. This conversation had gotten out of control, way, out of control and she felt powerless to stop it. "Girls, I think…"
"My mom and dad got married and then they had me," Addy informed them as she began creating yet another bracelet.
Kensi's danger alarm flared as they continued. "If you and Uncle Marty got married then you could have a baby," Bria suggested.
"Uh…"
"And then we could babysit for you," Addy continued.
Kensi felt a little lightheaded. "I don't think…"
The door opened announcing Deeks' arrival. "What are we doing ladies?" he asked with a smile.
"Uncle Marty do you want to mar—"
"Hey why don't you make Uncle Marty some bracelets?" Kensi asked loudly. "And we'll go get some bowls."
She got quickly to her feet and dragged Deeks from the room. "What the-ow!" Deeks shook her off once they reached the kitchen. "What the heck is wrong with you?"
"Nothing!" Kensi said quickly, searching the cupboards for bowls. "Just thought you might need some help."
Deeks eyed her suspiciously. "Yeah, sure." He cocked his head. "Do you know that you're wearing a tiara?"
"Yes," Kensi said through gritted teeth. "We were having fun. And now we're going back to have more fun Uncle Marty."
"What's got you all hot and bothered?" he asked.
"You left me alone with those, those little interrogators! They're more effective than waterboarding!"
"Oh, yeah, I should have mentioned that. Never let kids take charge of the conversation. It always ends badly."
"Yeah, thanks!"
He raised his eyebrows. "So, what secrets did they get you to spill?"
"This is not funny!" she shoved a finger into his face. "I am not telling you anything!"
"Aw c'mon Kensi!"
"No! Let's go. The ice cream's melting."
A/N: There it is! Feedback is always appreciated! Although preferably of the loving kind, not the kind my conducting professor gives which is soul-crushing and makes me feel about two inches tall...Anywho thanks for reading!
