A/N: PEOPLE. If you have not watched THE Densi deleted scene on the Seasong 6 DVD's, drop everything and do so IMMEDIATELY. This is a game changer folks. I am still giddy and it's been like two hours.

Anyway, all of that is completely unrelated to this fic but still very, very important. Enjoy Chapter 2!


Kensi started out at a jog, her eyes darting around the neighborhood as she went. She did her best to take note of all the houses and anything else she thought might be significant for their investigation.

Nothing stuck out to her as particularly pertinent on this sunny morning. The neighborhood looked like your typical, suburban utopia.

The sun beat hot on her skin. It had been a mistake to run at this time of day, but she'd needed to get out of the house. Away from Deeks. Good night, they'd been living together two hours and he was already driving her up a wall. The things he said, the things he did, the way he looked at her, it was…

Kensi shook her head. He just got under her skin in a way that no one else could.

"Hello there!"

Kensi was startled out of her thoughts and stumbled, barely managing to correct and keep herself from falling to the pavement.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" The man who had provided the distraction took a step toward her as she caught her bearings.

"No problem," Kensi put on her new, cheesy neighborhood demeanor. "Just lost in my own thoughts. I'm Melissa. My husband Justin and I are watching the Colonel's place while he's out of town."

"Oh how wonderful. We love the Colonel!" he told her. "I'm Rob. My partner Bob and I own a bakery. Been here five years. You are going to love it."

"Oh, I'm sure we will. Five years huh? You must know everything that goes on around here."

"Oh just about. You see that house right there? That's Margie's place. Prize winning rose bushes."

He pointed to another house. "That's the Feltons'. Watch out for their two boys. They are full of fire!" he laughed and then paused. "But no, actually though, they set a bush on fire last week. Fire department had to come and everything."

Rob launched into a description so detailed about every house on the block it made Kensi's head spin.

"Wow okay," she finally interrupted. "You should be a reporter. Oh my phone!" she pulled it from her armband and pretended to read a text. "It's my husband. Needs me home. Gotta go, see you soon!"

"Bye Melissa! Nice to meet you!" Rob called as she took off.

She jogged away and let out a sigh of relief. Why was everyone here so…friendly? It was weird. Disturbing. Weird and disturbing.

Kensi rounded the curve and the house came into view. She took a breath, mentally preparing herself to go inside.

"SUPER SOAKERS!"

Out of nowhere Kensi was hit with a wall of water. She yelled as it soaked through her shirt, drenched her hair. "What the?!" She wiped water from her eyes and spotted two young boys, neon water guns aimed in her direction. "Hey! What the heck is wrong with you two?"

"SUPER SOAKERS!"

Another blast of water came at her and she let out a second yelp. "All right, that's it!" she stalked toward them.

"Boys!" a somewhat exhausted looking woman yelled from the front porch. "What have I told you about soaking the neighbors? Say you're sorry."

"Sorry," the said in unison, but their eyes lit with mischief.

Kensi glared at them and then lifted her eyes to the front porch, forcing a smile. "It's okay! Kids! Haha!" The laugh seemed fake, but she thought the rest sounded reasonably normal.

She looked back down at the boys, her smile still plastered on. "If I see you two again you'll regret it," she hissed.

The boys giggled and ran off as Kensi turned and slogged back toward home. She walked through the front door, slamming it behind her in frustration. God, she hated it here.

"Hey there! Whoa!" Deeks stopped short at the sight of her. "What happened to you?"

"Children," Kensi growled. "I hate children."

"You do not," Deeks said.

"Yes. I do," Kensi spat. "They are squirmy, and dirty, and, and, and loud! And rude and selfish and—"

"Okay, okay," Deeks cut her off. "I get it. Kids, bad. Why don't we uh, get you cleaned up and then you'll feel better."

He reached for her arm but she pulled away from him. "I can take care of myself."

She turned to walk away but he called after her.

"Hey! What is wrong with you? I'm trying to help you here!"

"Well don't!" she yelled back. "You're not my husband Deeks. I don't need you."

Deeks looked stunned. "That's what this is about? You don't want to be married to me? You signed on for this Kensi. No one forced you into it."

Kensi took a breath, saw the hurt in his eyes. In her frustration she'd gone too far. "I'm sorry."

Deeks ran a hand through his hair. "It's okay. I'm just trying to help."

"I know. I'm just…I'm not good at this. At being married. At this neighborhood thing. It's not me Deeks. These people, this place, they're driving me crazy."

"Hey, I don't know what I'm doing either," he took a step closer to her. "We just have to take it one step at a time. We can do it together."

She was shivering in the air conditioning, a puddle forming on the rug at her feet. "Okay…so I guess maybe this was our first fight huh?" she asked.

"I guess so," Deeks agreed. "You know traditionally after a fight there's make-up se…"

Kensi clapped a hand over his mouth, trying to hide her smile. "Don't ruin the moment by saying what you're about to say."

"I'm kidding," he told her. "You should go take a shower."

"What, you don't think this is a good look for me?"

"You always look good," he told her, his eyes taking on the look that he got when he was being serious. "I mean, that's what husbands are supposed to say right?"

Kensi felt her cheeks heat at the compliment. "Right," she said quickly.

The doorbell rang and they both found themselves relieved. "I'll get it," Deeks told her. "You go ahead and get dried off."

"Thanks," she told him.

Kensi headed up the stairs as Deeks opened the door. An elderly woman stood on the front porch.

"Well hello there young lady," he said. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh, aren't you a sweetie?" she told him with a smile. "I'm Margie. I live down the block. I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood. I brought you some muffins."

She held up a basket.

"Oh how nice," Deeks said as he accepted it from her. "I'm Justin and we just love muffins around here. Why don't you come on in?"

"Well Justin you just know how to make a girl feel good about herself don't you?" she said happily as she stepped inside.

"I do my best. You got a fella Margie?" Deeks asked.

"I certainly do. Fifty years my Charlie and I have been married. And not a day goes by he doesn't tell me that he loves me."

"Hey! Who was at the door?" Kensi came down the stairs, still toweling off her hair. "Oh, hi. I'm Melissa."

"Is this your wife? Oh look at her she's just gorgeous. Those eyes," Margie said sweetly. "I'm Margie."

"Hi Margie," Kensi tried to put on her sweet house-wife demeanor.

"Margie brought us muffins," Deeks handed her the basket.

"Oh how nice," Kensi replied.

"You two are going to have beautiful children," Margie proclaimed.

Deeks felt Kensi freeze beside him and couldn't stop a smile from spreading across his face. "Why thank you Margie," he said.

"I had five myself. All natural," Margie told them. "It's the only way to go dear. Oh the pain is terrible of course, and there is the matter of tearing, but overall much better for you and the babies."

She looked down. "You have good wide hips. Strong thighs you should be able to birth at least six of seven with no problem."

"Six or…seven? Kensi gulped.

"I'm sure Justin here has at least that many in him, right Justin?" Margie winked at him. "You could do twins the first time easily. You know my Charlie can still—"

"Okay!" Deeks interrupted. "Wow, thank you again Margie. Just so lovely. Give our best to Charlie all right? Bye now!"

Deeks scooted her out the door and closed it soundly. "Wow."

"Did she….did she just call me fat?" Kensi asked, still in shock.

"Six or seven. Wow. That's uh…did she say tearing?" Deeks asked in confusion.

"I don't have big hips do I?" Kensi asked, twisting around to try and see them. "I mean, I work out. A lot."

Deeks looked at her. "This place is weird."

"Yeah, I told you!" Kensi said. She looked down at the basket in her hands. "What do you think is in these muffins?"

"Probably some sort of special fertility herbs," he told her.

Kensi instantly dropped the basket. "I'm not eating those."

"As your husband, I fully support that decision."


A/N: The scene at the end was SUPER fun to write. Hope you enjoyed! Leave your love in the reviews!