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Kensi and Deeks put in their offer, and waited. It was all they could do.
"We might as well tell the others." Deeks suggested.
"Let's make a bet." Kensi said, eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Oh yeah? I'm game." Deeks replied.
"I bet Callen has the biggest reaction." Kensi said.
"Twenty bucks on Sam." Deeks said.
"You're on." Kensi smirked.
10 minutes later, they walked through the front door, greeted by Sam and Callen arguing over donuts again.
"I'm pregnant with Deeks' baby!" Kensi yelled. Sam just sat there, and Callen's mouth dropped open. "I won, Deeks." Kensi declared. Sighing, Deeks handed her 20 dollars.
"Oh, you were joking." Callen laughed.
"I'm not, actually." Kensi said.
"We just put an offer on a house." Deeks added.
"Under aliases, right?" Sam asked.
"No." Kensi said confidently.
"Do I need to remind you that Deeks got shot, and Dom died because they didn't move around and change routines and names?" Callen asked.
"I know. But we're not stupid." Kensi replied.
"Kensi, no! This is a really bad idea." Callen said, taking several steps toward her.
"I'm a big girl, Callen. I can take care of myself." Kensi said.
"I know that, but I still think this is a really bad idea." He said.
"And you can't tell me what to do." Deeks sang happily.
"Sam, what do you think?" Callen asked.
"They're both adults. We're not their parents. Kensi is a highly trained federal agent, and Deeks is a not so highly trained cop. They can make their own decisions." Sam said.
"Way to back me up." Callen said sarcastically.
"Any way, congratulations." Sam said. "I think."
They all laughed.