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Yawning loudly Deeks fell face first onto the bed dramatically causing his husband to snort in amusement. It was almost midnight and as he pulled his pillow under his head he already felt himself starting to fall asleep.

They had been working their asses off for weeks with barely any time to breath between chasing someone somewhere. All he wanted to do was curl up next to Callen and drop into a small coma. It wasn't that much to ask for.

At least that's what he was hoping for. Which had actually been a hope for almost the entire time that they had been working. Every time the team sat down to relax and try to regroup though something was thrown in their faces.

He and Kensi were running around not only most of California trying to figure out what the hell was going on, but Arizona and parts of Mexico as well. While they did that Sam and Callen were off to the Middle East track down leads of their own.

The cases that they worked weren't always the easiest. He was okay with that. Hell, he loved the fact that they always seemed to push him to be a better agent than he had been before. This one was just ridiculous though.

Ever since he started working with NCIS the cases had gotten shorter even if they were harder. That was just what happened when there was more than one person working on a case. He actually really liked it that way.

For so long he had been used to only having himself to rely on. Even if he was given a partner he never fully trusted them and they didn't trust him. They weren't going to be partnered long so there was no point in trying to build that relationship up.

With NCIS it was different. He wasn't be passed around from one detective to another or completely abandoned with no one. No matter what case he was working on he was always going to be working with the same core people.

That had been something to get used to. With Kensi and Eric it was fairly easy. He and Kensi were always together so they got to know each other pretty well fairly quickly. He and Eric were just really similar in their likes and dislikes.

It was Sam and Callen that he had always wondered about. The two older men were not like him at all. The first time he had really met them and not the cover story he had thought that Hetty was joking about bringing him in. There was no way they'd get along.

Sam was by the book. He had so many rules that his rules had rules and he expected you to follow the exact same rules without even telling you what they were. Disciplined to an extreme that Deeks would never be.

Callen, on the other hand, was just… There was no real way to describe the man. It was like he was everything and nothing at the same time. He didn't know himself therefore no one was ever going to know him.

The detective had no idea what the was supposed to make of them and every time he tried to get close to them they'd shove him out. It was not the best way to start a team, but it was too much of an opportunity to pass up. Even if he did think Hetty would let him say no.

So that was what he had for the longest time. A team where half were his friends and half pretty much hated everything that had to do with him. It was always nice to have that reminder when people were shooting at you.

Things hadn't really changed with Sam. He didn't think they ever would though. They were friendly enough and had each other back. No real fighting or hostility so he didn't really think about it all that much.

Callen, once again, had to be different. Their relationship was the one that had changed the most over time. He didn't really remember when things had changed between them, but he was more than happy for the change.

He could still remember the first time they kissed. The team had been working a case… Okay, Callen, Sam, and Deeks had been working a case since Kensi was so sick that Hetty threatened to drag her kicking and screaming to the E.R. if she showed up at work.

Sam had been able to go undercover by himself and proved some much needed distraction while Deeks and Callen went in together. It should have been an easy in and out. When had things ever gone easy for them though?

Before any of them knew it they were being shot at and had to scramble or die. He had been able to get away with a broken wrist and slight concussion after he took a nasty tumble down the side of a hill tackling a suspect that was trying to shoot at Callen's back.

That all lead to a hospital visit of his own. He had just been discharged and instructed to take it easy when Callen showed up offering him a ride home. It was an offer that he was just too tired to try to refuse.

The drive to his place had been quiet enough that he had fallen asleep. Which, embarrassingly enough, lead to the older man mostly carrying him into his place and helping up undress so he could go to bed. He hated pain medication sometimes.

And that should have been where it ended. It was not. When he woke up the next day and stumbled into his living room Callen had been sitting on the couch watching some telenovela with Monty. Oddly enough, that was not the strangest thing he had ever seen.

He had wanted to question what was going on, but instead he sat next to the man. They ended up sitting there for hours watching horrible daytime television and not talking. Deeks had never felt so relaxed in his life.

Then the older man stood up and went to grab his jacket. Deeks opened his mouth to say something only to have Callen bend down and press a gentle kiss to his lips before leaving. They hadn't looked back since.

"Have you looked at these?" Callen suddenly questioned dragging him closer to wakefulness.

"Sleeping," Deeks answered his voice muffled by the pillow.

"No, you're not."

"Could be."

He heard a soft sigh and some movement before he felt his husband pressed against him. A gentle kiss was pressed just behind his ear causing a shiver to run down his spine as he turned to face the older man.

Placing a hand on the side of Callen's face he directed him so they were kissing. After so long not being able to touch the man he was more than happy to do just that. Licking at his lips he turned to bring him closer only for him to pull away completely.

"Now that you're awake," Callen started with a self-satisfied smirk.

"Asshole," Deeks muttered before sitting up all the way, "Why do I need to be awake?"

Callen gestured to his side of the bed causing Deeks to notice the files that were displayed everywhere. He had been so tired that he hadn't even realized that the other man was doing anything but waiting for him.

"Please tell me you didn't bring home work," Deeks groaned picking up the closest file, "Haven't you had enough?"

"It's not work," Callen responded staring at the files, "These are the files from the surrogacy agency."

"Oh. Oh! No, I hadn't seen them."

Swallowing roughly he opened the file in his hands slowly. He didn't know what he was expecting, but for some reason an actual application was not it. As soon as he saw that he closed the file and put it on the bed once more.

After so long of them talking about this it really hit him. They were going to be having a baby. Somewhere in the files laying on their bed was the woman that was going to be carrying their baby. This was happening.

Without thinking Deeks hand reached out and laced with Callen's holding it tightly. In return the older man squeezed back causing him to look up. The sky blue eyes looked so hopeful and scared and he knew that was exactly what he looked like.

"Have you found anyone you like?" Deeks asked his voice barely above a whisper.

"A few," Callen nodded his head reaching out to grab another one, "I wanted to see what you thought of them."

"Alright. I can… I can do that."