Hello all,

Hopefully this chapter provides a little comic relief from the last chapter. I'm sorry if the grammar isn't perfect, but unfortunately I have been really rushed. I am hoping to have the complete story finished by tomorrow, though I can't make any promises. Sorry it is so rushed, but sometimes life gets in the way.

Enjoy

Week 30...

"You guys have everything you need?" Kensi asked as she grabbed up her purse.

"Will you just go and quit worrying," Deeks said as he pushed her out of the door. "Look, Hetty and Nell are waiting for you."

"But," Kensi paused and turned to face Deeks, "Are you sure you guys know what to do?"

Sam stepped forward, "Kensi. This isn't the first room that we have painted you know. We got this."

Kensi gave him a suspicious look, but relented with a sigh. She gave Deeks a kiss, "I love you."

He pulled her close and smiled down at her, "I love you too, Peaches." He gave her another kiss, "Be careful."

She pulled away with a twinkle in her eye, "you too." And then she was gone.

"You two are going to give me diabetes," Callen grumbled.

Deeks just gave him an ear to ear grin that made him think of a love struck teen. He bent down and picked up a screwdriver, "Shall we get started?"

"Absolutely," Deeks said as he walked down the hall and into the last door on the left. Sam, Eric and Callen fell in line behind him. "Do we really need four men to put together a crib?" Sam grumbled as he walked into the room.

Deeks shrugged his shoulders, "Kensi said something about male bonding time."

Callen knelt down and opened the large box, spilling the contents all over the floor, "wow that is a lot of parts."

The other three men nodded in unison, "Find the instruction G," Sam said.

Callen bent down and picked up the folded white paper, but to his annoyance he noticed that there was no English instructions, "This is in Japanese," he huffed, waving the paper around in the air.

"Looks like we are going to have to wing in," Deeks said without taking his eyes off the massive pile of various parts. "I think we are going to need something stronger that beer."

Callen looked interested, "What do you have in mind."

Deeks smirked, "We have tequila."

Three hours later…

"Honey," Kensi called out as she entered the house. "We are home. We decided to bring you guys dinner."

A roaring laughter came from the back of the house and Kensi turned to face Hetty and Nell, "Well at least they are having fun and not killing each other."

Kensi placed the bags of food down on the coffee table and the three women headed to the back bedroom. As they walked down the hall Kensi noticed an odd smell, "Is that paint?" She questioned the other women.

"Smell like paint," Nell responded.

"I didn't know they were going to paint anything," Kensi said as she turned the knob to the door and opened it. All three women stood there with their mouths hanging open at the sight before them. Eric was sound asleep in the baby's crib. Sam was sitting against the wall with a look of drunken stupidity about him, while Callen stood in the middle of the room doubled over with laughter, holding a toilet brush in his hand. Deeks held a plunger in his hand and had it pointed at Callen. All four men had blue and white paint of their faces. Once they realized that the girls were standing in the doorway all laughter stopped, replaced by wide eyed panic.

"What the hell?" Kensi shouted as she noticed a bright blue but print on the wall.

"About that," Deeks stammered as he hid the plunger behind his back. "You see we… um… decided to… well… a little help here guys."

Sam pumped his fist in the air, "Tequila," he squealed before he started laughing uncontrollably. There were blue and white footprints all over the floor and one on the ceiling. Eric snorted as he attempted to roll over in the crib with little success.

"Why is there paint everywhere? Why is Eric in the crib?" Kensi demanded. "And why is the crib held together with duct tape?"

"We may have had a bit too much tequila," Deeks started.

"And we may have decided to reenact our favorite scene from Braveheart," Callen finished with a hiccup.

"Eric is in prison," Sam slurred happily.

Kensi just stared angrily at them, at a total loss for words.

Callen mumbled to Deeks out the side of his mouth, "She is going to kill us."

"Yes she is."

"You think we should make a run for it?"

"What about Sam and Eric? Never leave a man behind… remember?"

"This isn't the Marine Corps Deeks. And she is way scarier than any terrorist I have ever met."

"You do know that I can hear you right?" Kensi asked, crossing her arms over her chest. A slight snickering could be heard from behind her as Hetty and Nell enjoyed the situation a little too much. Callen and Deeks both chuckled nervously and took a step back.

"If you make a run for that window I will shoot you both in the ass," Kensi said with a tight smile.

"We are so screwed," Deeks whispered.

"This is your fault!" Callen exclaimed.

"My fault? How is this my fault? You were the one who brought up Braveheart."

"You were the one that brought up tequila."

"Tequila!" Sam cheered again.

Hetty and Nell were laughing uncontrollably by this point and Kensi was having a hard time keeping a straight face herself, "Clean this up!" She ordered before stalking out of the room and letting loose a side splitting peal of laughter. "Oh my God," she said breathlessly. "Did you see their faces?"

Nell had tears running down her face, "That was a Kodak moment if I ever saw one." The women cackled all the way down the hall and into the living room, where they sat down and began to eat the dinner that they had brought home.

Two hours later…

Callen and Deeks came shuffling out of the back bedroom looking haggard and a tad bit nauseous. Deeks plopped down on the couch next to Kensi and laid his paint crusted head on her shoulder. Callen just slumped against the wall and slid to the ground, "We're done," Deeks whined. "Can we eat now?"

"Where is Sam?" Kensi questioned.

"Unconscious," Callen grumbled. "Lucky bastard."

Kensi chuckled and patted Deeks on the knee, "You can eat now." She picked up two of the two go boxes and headed into the kitchen so she could heat them up. Deeks slowly got to his feet and followed her, leaning against the kitchen sink looking sad and pathetic. As the microwave started to hum Kensi turned to face him and he looked more than a little embarrassed, "Sorry we got drunk and tried to reenact a scene from Braveheart."

Kensi smirked… he looked so damn cute. She walked over to the sink and wet the wash cloth under the faucet. "It's okay," she assured him as she began to wipe the paint from his face. "Just don't ever do that again."

The microwave dinged and Kensi broke away and grabbed the plates from the microwave, handing one to Callen and then one to Deeks. The men ate in silence as the women talked. Once finished with their meals Deeks threw the take out boxes in the garbage and bid everyone a good night. Kensi gave him an odd look, "What about Sam and Eric?" Deeks just shook his head, "I honestly don't care. I'm going to take a shower and then I am going to bed. Goodnight everyone."

After Deeks disappeared down the hall Hetty and Nell decided to call it a night. Callen had fallen asleep against the wall and Hetty said it would probably be a good idea that they left the men where they lay. Kensi agree and bit her friends a good night, closing the door behind them. She decided to take pity on the boys and she gathered some spare pillows and throws from the closet, making sure that each man was covered and had a pillow. Once she was done she left a bottle of Tylenol sitting on the kitchen counter and retired to her bedroom.

She slipped into her nightgown and was just about to slid between the sheets when she heard a knock at her door. She tip toed over to the door and opened it just enough that she could see Deeks' freshly showered form standing there. She quirked an eyebrow and opened the door further, "Is there a problem?" She questioned. Deeks only smiled, "Just wanted to say goodnight… that's all." He leaned forward and gave her a kiss that made her toes curl. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and the kiss deepened. Soon both of them were out of breath, "That… was a… hell of… a goodnight kiss." Kensi smiled.

"Good night Kensi," he said as he pulled away from her.

"Stay!" She blurted out.

Deeks cocked an eyebrow at her, "Stay?"

Kensi nodded her head, "Stay."

Deeks slipped the rest of the way into the room and shut the door behind him.