Author's Note 1: Hey everyone! Well, here it is, my latest update to this story. Hope you all enjoy the read, oh and just a shout out to all my loyal readers (on this story and on my others as well) I just wanna say thank you all sooo much for all the love and support—May I never disappoint you guys ever! That said, Enjoy

Unconditional

Chapter 3

The doctor had gone eerily silent just minutes into performing the ultrasound, and this alone was enough to unsettle the expectant parents. What was even more unsettling was how the doctor suddenly excused herself from the room with little more than 'be right back' uttered quietly in passing.

Kensi has propped herself back upright on the examination table, with her top pulled back down over her 4 month bulge, as a foreboding sense of dread fills every fiber of her being. It makes her wonder in silence at the age-old saying 'a mother just knows', and just how much truth lies therein with regards to her unborn child. Her mind continuously jumps back to the look she'd seen in Dr. Kelly's eyes just moments earlier, and how daunting it had been to see.

At Kensi's side stands her ever loyal boyfriend, Marty Deeks, with his hand interlaced with hers, as they wait with growing anxiety for the doctor's return. Deeks doesn't appear to be even half as nervous as Kensi feels, but nonetheless he's spent the last few minutes prattling on idly about nothing in particular, which is something she knows he only does when he is feeling nervous.

Kensi swallows visibly, and glances up at her shaggy-haired lover who responds with a reassuring smile and a gentle hand squeeze. "Hey, it's okay." He says quietly. "I'm sure its nothing." He tries to sound confident, but present company isn't fooled in the least.

Five minutes turns to ten, and that turns to twenty and then thirty and so on. Before long a solid hour and a half passes with no word from the missing doctor. Deeks is beginning to get agitated, and Kensi is becoming more and more nervous by the second.

Then the door opens finally, and the ever-elusive doctor reappears before them. At first she does nothing, only stares at the couple somewhat nervously as if carefully planning her next move before making it.

"I am very sorry for my…abrupt departure earlier." The doctor says apologetically. "But I wanted to be 100% sure before I said anything." She explains.

"Sure of what?" Kensi asks, sitting up a little bit straighter. A look of deep concern flows across her features as she waits for the doctor to continue. "Is there something wrong with the baby?" Both expectant parents stand silently waiting to be told some horrible news concerning their unborn child.

A big, broad smile suddenly crosses the female doctor's face then, and this action leaves both Kensi and Deeks feeling utterly confused. "No ma'am, there is absolutely nothing wrong with your babies." She says at last.

It takes a moment for the couple to register the shocking revelation made to them by the female doctor with the unwavering smile. "I-I'm sorry." Kensi says, shaking her head at the doctor. "Did you say…babies?" she swallows a nervous lump as she speaks.

"As in the plural form of baby? Meaning multiple, more than one?" Deeks adds, the color slowly draining from his face. The female doctor gives an excited nod in response, as she produces a sonogram picture, slightly blown-up of course, from within a file folder she happens to be carrying in one hand.

"Congratulations," Dr. Kelly says, her warm smile practically filling the room around the clearly stunned couple. "You're having Twins."

"T-Twins?" Kensi stammers. "A-Are you sure?" she asks.

"Well, to be honest, I wasn't at first. I had to run down the hall and have a still from the sonogram enlarged so I could make sure it was another baby and not a tumor of some kind."

"But, how is this possible?" Deeks asks, still somewhat confused by the whole situation. "Last time, Dr. Travis told us there was just the one."

"Its actually not uncommon. Sometimes in cases like this one fetus will, for all intents and purposes, hide behind the other." The doctor explains. "In fact, if you guys would let me—I'd like to take a second look while you're still here. You know, now that I know what I'm looking at."

Later…

It is just after 7:30 as Deeks and Kensi finally stroll across the parking deck towards the familiar red, Chevy Malibu that will soon ferry them both homeward for the night. Both are still reeling from the news they've just received from the redheaded, female doctor. Though, judging from his string of unrestrained prattling Deeks is clearly taking it better than Kensi at the moment.

"Of course, you know this means we'll have to rethink the entire layout of the nursery. Maybe we should split it down the middle—one half blue, one half pink. What do you think? Oh, and we'll also have to start buying two of everything—wow this could get really expensive, now that I think of it." He continues with his idle rambling, while at his side, Kensi remains utterly silent. After a glance over at his girlfriend, the smile he's wearing quickly fades to concern.

"Kens, you alright over there?"

Kensi looks up, startled from her own silent reverie, and half mumbles her next words. "Hmm, wha-?" She has to give her head a good shake in order to clear out the haze that had settled in.

"You okay Fern?" he asks again.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine, It's just…it's a lot to take in, you know?" she says at last. "I mean, we're having Twins, Marty—Twins."

Deeks grins. "I know, its exciting right?" Then he notices that the look on Kensi's face is anything but excited. "Kens?" He stops then, and pulls the brunette beauty around to face him directly.

"I'm excited, I am. I really am, but at the same time—I'm also terrified." She admits, in a quiet voice.

At first Deeks says nothing. He just stands there staring back at the Mother of his unborn children, but then a smile begins to play across his face. "Doth mine ears deceiveth me?" he speaks with a cheesy, Shakespearean brogue, which on its own elicits a chuckle from the female federal agent. "Did Kick-Ass Kensi Blye just admit to being scared?"

Kensi rolls her eyes at her boyfriend, and playfully jabs a finger into his ribs. "Very funny, Francois." She jokes, with a grin. "I'm trying to be serious, and you're making jokes."

"Okay, first of all, Fern, I was speaking Shakespeare, not French—which is where the name Francois originates. It's a completely different country you know, though I do do a mean French accent, or so I'm told; but I digress. Secondly, I'll have you know…I don't actually have a serious bone in my body—at least that I know of anyway." He retorts, almost triumphantly.

This earns the shaggy-haired man yet another eye roll from his partner. "So I've noticed." She deadpans. However, she has to admit she does feel a little bit better though—something she still hasn't quite figured out. It is a strange, and altogether funny thing how something so seemingly inane can have such a profound affect on her. But hey, that's Deeks.

"Thanks." She says at last, her mismatched eyes glued to his blue ones, as a quiet understanding passes between them.

"Anytime." He replies with a warm smile. "Now, come on, we need to get home. We've got work to do." He says, taking her by the hand.

"Do we now?" she replies, arching a playful brow.

"Mind outta the gutter, princess." Deeks teases, with a grin.

"What, am I not sexy enough for you anymore?" she pouts playfully.

"Your words, not mine. Though, and I'm just throwing it out there, maybe it's time to layoff the twinkies a bit." He teases her, as he raises his keys in the air and activates his Chevy Malibu's keyless entry. He knows his girlfriend hates being reminded of the loss of one of her life's great loves.

"Oh, Marty, you wound me." She quips, feigning hurt with her hand over her heart. Deeks laughs as they move around to their respective sides of the car.

"Seriously though, that's my move. You can't steal my move." He tells her.

"We're a couple now, remember. We share everything. What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine." She says pointedly, opening her car door to slide in. Deeks chuckles as he does the same.

"We're a couple, Kens. Not married…yet."

Later that same evening, Kensi steps from the master bathroom, fresh from the shower, clothed in nothing but her favorite pink bathrobe. The wonders of sharing a shower never cease to amaze the beautiful brunette, as she heaves a contented sigh. She and Deeks had stopped on the way home for takeout, Deeks' treat of course, and then made their way home for some much needed 'them' time. An activity in which, for her, Deeks never disappoints.

"I think we should do that more often." Kensi calls over her shoulder.

"That could be arranged." Deeks calls back from within the bathroom, a playful element evident in his voice.

"Oh, I hope so." Kensi teases. "You know, a girl could get used to this kind of pampering." she adds, as she finishes cleaning out her ears with a Q-tip, which she then disposes of in a nearby waste basket.

Deeks can be heard chuckling to himself in the bathroom. "Oh, princess, you haven't seen anything yet!" he calls out to her.

She approaches her side of the bed, which she shares with her lover, and the nearby nightstand, and dipping down a bit withdraws the bottom drawer from within the polished mahogany cabinet. Inside said drawer is where she keeps her various undergarments and such, and within seconds her eyes catch upon one matching bra and panties combo in particular, a black, lacy little number, which she then proceeds to pluck neatly from the pile.

"Oh, you won't need those I'm afraid." Comes a familiar voice from just behind her. She stands upright once again, and cranes her neck around to see the partially naked surfer cop standing there eying her intently.

"Why's that?" she asks carefully, as she turns her self to face her lover more fully, her eyes roaming over his finely chiseled physique covered only by the towel wrapped around his waist. She can feel her pulse beginning to pick up pace once again, as she watches Deeks stepping towards her.

"I think you know why." He teases, in a low voice.

He plucks the undergarments from her hands, and drops them on the floor near their feet. Next, he pulls the gorgeous female federal agent closer to his own body, holding her there as his hands play with the knot in the sash holding her bathrobe together. At the same time, he begins to leave a trail of kisses down one side of her neck. This elicits a moan from her.

"Deeks." She moans, letting her own hands run up over the muscular curvature of his upper torso. "We just…did this…in the shower."

Deeks chuckles, the sash finally loosening in his hands, and allowing him access to the delicate flesh underneath. Now able to move his hands to the inside of the fabric of Kensi's robe, he wastes no time in seeking out her supple, waiting breasts, and giving them both a gentle, but firm, squeeze.

"Want me stop then?" he whispers in her ear, his voice low and husky with the renewed desire that is slowly building up inside of him.

Kensi shakes her head against him. "No…please don't…want more." She mumbles through another low moan as she feels her lover's hands caressing her breasts.

Deeks lets out another low chuckle, and then carefully begins to ease the bathrobe over Kensi's shoulders. Kensi allows the action, letting the article of clothing eventually drop to the floor around her feet. "As you wish, princess." He whispers softly.

The following Monday morning at OSP, Deeks and Kensi join their teammates, as well as Nell and Eric, in the bullpen, their faces instantly giving away their nearly uncontainable excitement. A wonderful weekend and a good night's rest has certainly done wonders for the expectant couple. They waste no time, well very little anyway, in telling their comrades the wonderful news they'd received from the past Friday night. Kensi is still a little apprehensive at the prospect of having Twins, but surrounded by her NCIS family now—it doesn't show.

"Spill." Callen says sternly, eying the grinning pair across the bullpen.

"What?" Deeks asks, feigning confusion. Across the way, Sam folds his arms over his chest. "I have no idea what you're talking about—Do you, Kens?" he says, glancing sideways, with a grin, at his partner.

"Nope." Kensi replies, ready to burst with laughter at this point. "Not a clue." She says, then averting her eyes to avoid spilling her guts to soon.

"Please," Sam snorts. "You two look like you're ready to burst—you might as well just tell us now. Save us all a trip to the boatshed."

"Sam's right." Callen adds. "We will interrogate both of you, if we have to."

"Yeah, seriously." Eric agrees, from his place at Nell's side. "We all know you had a doctor's appointment Friday—does the secret have something to do with the baby?"

"Hey, Yeah." Nell chimes in, her interest steadily growing with each passing second. "Tell us, please. Boy or Girl?"

Deeks and Kensi share an excited look with one another, before finally turning back to their friends. "Actually-" Deeks starts out.

"Its both!" Kensi blurts out suddenly.

Everyone present seems just a little bit confused at this point.

"You mean, like a hermaphrodite?" Sam questions, after a second or so of thought. The ex-Navy Seal suddenly jerks away to the right, just narrowly avoiding being hit by the stapler lobbed at him by the expectant Mother. "Hey!?" he exclaims in surprise, eying the female federal agent who is now grinning innocently back at him. "You saw that, right G?" Sam says, eying his partner. "That was assaulting a Federal Agent with a deadly weapon. I think she should be arrested."

Everyone else is clearly amused.

Callen grins back at his muscular partner, shaking his head at the same time. "Hermaphrodite? Really, Sam?" Callen says questioningly, a tinge of amusement playing across his features as he speaks. "I'm gonna have to side with Kensi on this one. You had it coming."

Sam folds his arms over his chest once more, and grumbles, albeit somewhat playfully, at the teams leader sitting next to him. "Some partner you are."

Callen shrugs in response.

"Anyway," Deeks says, drawing everyone's attention back to Kensi and him self. "No, Sam. That's not at all what she meant. And all jokes aside, now, it's Twins." He tells them, beaming proudly at the shared achievement. Everyone present suddenly feels his or her jaw drop at Deeks' revelation. "A Boy, and A Girl." He adds, now smiling lovingly at his girlfriend.

"You're kidding." Nell gawks from the side, her features molded into an expression of pure surprise as she looks over a proudly beaming Kensi. Kensi only nods in response. The petite technical analyst then rushes across the small gap of the bullpen, and throws her arms around her friend—hugging her excitedly.

Eric steps forward, momentarily, and he and Deeks exchange a high five gesture with one another. "Way to go Bro." Eric congratulates the proud Papa-to-be.

"I can't believe it, Kensi. That's amazing." Nell says at last, a huge smile replacing the former expression upon her face. "Gosh, Twins. Who'd have thunk it?"

"I know, right." Kensi replies.

Nell, however, isn't the only member of the OSP team shocked by the couple's startling revelation though. Callen is simply dumbfounded, nearby, and his partner, Sam Hanna, is helpless to suppress the giant grin spreading across his face as well.

"Well," Callen says, looking up at Sam then, and recalling a certain money pool that they are both involved in regarding this very issue. "Guess that means I'm out." He tells the ex-Navy Seal, with a slightly disappointed shake of his head.

Sam snorts again. "Yeah, me too." He agrees, through his ever-widening smile.

"And us." Eric chimes in, understanding exactly what the two older men are talking about, remembering the wager that he and Nell had put in together.

Callen nods openly. "That means Hetty won." He admits, now reaching down to fish his wallet out of his back pocket. At the same moment, Nell finally begins to back away from Kensi.

"You sound surprised?" the petite technical analyst says of the OSP team's leader.

Callen chuckles at the younger woman. "Oh, believe me. I'm not." He replies.

At this point, both Kensi and Deeks are the ones now confused by what is currently transpiring around them. Deeks holds up a finger for attention, and proceeds to try and ferret out the truth from their teammates/friends.

"What are they talking about?" Kensi mutters to Deeks, under her breath.

Deeks shrugs at the female federal agent. "Dunno." He tells her, wagging his finger in the air a bit. "Um, hello, yeah—sorry. What are you guys talking about?" Deeks asks carefully, eying each member of the team in turn.

"Oh, sorry. You two don't know." Nell realizes sheepishly, as she averts her eyes momentarily from the confused looking couple.

"We started a pool a while back, betting on what the sex of the baby would be." Eric explains next, while digging a crisp, ten-dollar bill from his own wallet. "Nell and I went in together, Twenty bucks."

"On what?" Kensi asks, curiously.

"Girl." Nell answers, pulling a ten-dollar bill of her own from the front, left-side pocket of her jeans.

"I called 25 on it being a Boy." Sam chimes in, setting a twenty-dollar bill and a five-dollar bill down on the corner of his own desk.

Deeks nods as he finally begins to understand what's happening. It is actually quite funny watching all of their disappointed faces as they each confess in turn to their part in the supposed 'money pool'.

"What about you?" Deeks asks curiously, amusement showing in his scruff-covered face, as he eyes the team's fearless leader. Out of the corner of one eye, Deeks sees the ex-Navy Seal cracking a grin at Callen as well, as if he knows something that the others don't.

"A hundred." Callen replies without making eye contact with the liaison officer. "Though, now I'm wondering why."

"Cause you're an idiot." Sam jokes from the side.

"A hundred, on which one?" Kensi asks, clearly finding Callen's discomfort amusing—although this is nothing new really.

"I have to admit I, too, am curious as to which way you decided to lean." Deeks agrees, cheekily.

"I called 'Girl'." Callen finally admits, as he folds a small wad of twenties in half and places them in the center of his desktop.

"Really." Deeks quips, with a surprised grin. "Did not see that coming."

"What about Hetty?" Kensi asks next, semi-ignoring Deeks' previous statement. "You said she won, though I don't see how. I mean there's no way she could have-"

Sam lets out a small sigh then, and eyes the two expectant parents. "Believe it or not, Hetty insisted, insisted, it would be twins—a boy and a girl." Sam explains.

Eric nods in agreement, as Deeks and Kensi look on in astonishment. "She was pretty adamant about it." He adds.

"Wow. So, how much did she bet exactly?" Deeks asks, his curiosity is clearly peaked.

"Two hundred." Callen reveals.

"Dollars?" Deeks exclaims, shocked.

"No, chocolate kisses, Mr. Deeks." Comes an all-too familiar voice from directly behind Eric and Nell. Everyone turns then to see Hetty stroll casually up to the edge of the bullpen. "I sense a great deal of disappointment amongst this crowd." She says, eying everyone there. "What have I missed this time?"

"Nothing much." Callen says with a sigh, as he passes his money to Sam, who in turn adds it to his own, and then passes that on to the waiting Hetty.

"Except you kicking our asses once again." Sam adds, as he hands the tiny woman the small stash of cash. Then from the other side Hetty accepts money from both Eric and Nell as well.

"I see. I take it this means I won the pool then."

"Of course you won, Hetty. You set the rules, remember?" Sam reminds her.

Hetty appears thoughtful for a moment before choosing to reply. "Well, I guess you're right, Mr. Hanna. I did, didn't I?"

"I never should've bet against you, Hetty." Callen says, with a sigh. "I should know better."

Hetty grins at the team leader. "And yet clearly, Mr. Callen, you don't." the tiny woman replies, somewhat teasingly, as she carefully begins to count her winnings. "Oh, and Mr. Hanna, you still owe me the other half of yours." She directs at the muscular, ex-Navy Seal with the smug grin plastered across his face.

"Hunh?"

"As I recall, your bet was for Fifty—not Twenty-Five. Am I right?"

Sam seems to sink a little bit in his chair, as his hand reaches for his wallet once again. At the same time he mumbles something incoherent that none of the others can quite make out. Though it is plainly obvious he's not very happy at the moment.

Hetty then turns her attention to Kensi and Deeks, and mouths something very discreetly to the happy, expectant couple. Deeks looks confused somewhat, but Kensi smiles and nods back as if she did fully understand.

"What did she say?" Deeks asks quietly, knowing full well that his beautiful girlfriend is in fact an accomplished lip reader.

Kensi smiles up at her lover. "She said, 'congratulations', and then 'meet me in my office in ten." She explains quietly.

…TBC…

Author's Note 2: Surprised? I am willing to bet that most of you guys thought that this was gonna be the 'sad' chapter (Hey, Shane Brennan's not the only sneaky person on the planet—ahahahahaha) (Case and Point, being the Season Three Finale). I hope I haven't disappointed anyone too greatly over this little ruse, and don't worry there is a 'big' sad part, but it comes in a little later on and trust me, its so totally worth the wait. Until then, however, we're going to see some really nice 'Densi' moments, as well as a surprise visit from an old flame—anyone care to venture a guess as to whom said 'old flame' might be? Hope you guys enjoyed the read, and, hey, drop me a line sometime—K? Ciao
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