Characters don't belong to me. Prompts: "Noooo, don't goooo." From hermionesmydawg and an anon prompt for Deeks/Sam/Callsn chillin' :).
"Mommy! No go!" A mop of blond curls only partially hid the giant, tear-filled brown eyes as the little girl clung to her leg.
After trying to walk a couple of steps with her new toddler-sized tumor, she bent down and gently pried her daughter's arms from her calf.
"Penny. I need you to be a big girl for daddy. I'm only going to be gone for a week. That's seven good night moons. Remember sweetie? We talked about this. It's mommy's job."
Deeks scooped up his daughter and Kensi also stood back up. But none of her words matter, all her little girl knew was that mommy was leaving. Kensi kissed her head, her soft curls still smelled like baby shampoo and gave her husband a quick peck on the lips, before turning on her heels and walking towards the plane. As she heard her baby girl wailing in the background in her father's arms, Kensi couldn't help but think this trip to Afghanistan would be even harder than the last one.
A couple of days later...
"Clippers game Deeks. No excuses."
"No buts, Kensi's with Granger in Afghanistan."
"Exactly. I'm busy having flashbacks to the first time she and Granger decided to vacation there. Besides, it's impossible to find a babysitter on this short of notice."
"Michelle has been angling to get to spend time with Penny. She'd love to take the little munchkin."
"More power to her, the terrible twos hadn't been defined until they met Penelope Marie Deeks. "
"Every parent says that."
"And how would you know that, G?"
"Fair point. But she is Kensi Blye's daughter; no one is surprised."
"So, it's settled," Sam announced, hanging up his phone. Three floor seats, center court, 7 pm. Bring Penny by anytime after 5:30 and we'll catch dinner near the stadium before hand. Michelle and the girls are excited to have a baby in the house for a night."
"Glad someone's excited. I'm not cut out for single parenthood. Kensi cannot get back soon enough. I really should use the opportunity to sleep, not to go see the..."
"Clippers!" Callen shouted as he shot a paperback and the recycling bin hoop. "Nothing but net!"
"Traveling! How did you not see that?" Callen shouted, some of his peanuts spilling on to the floor.
As the players flew down the court past the trio, the whistle blew, sending the Clippers' player to the foul line.
"That's what I'm talking about!" Deeks high-fived Callen.
"That's what I'm talking about!"
"What are we talking about?" Sam asked as he returned to his seat with three beers in hand.
"Refs finally called a foul."
"'Bout time."
The three men raised their beers saluting the players as they ran by. Sitting back in their seats, Deeks regaled Sam with details of the dunk he missed when he was getting the beers.
At the end of the evening Deeks gathered the sleeping toddler into his arms and Sam ushered two half awake preteens towards their room.
"See you at work tomorrow, Sam. Thanks for tonight, Michelle."
"Anytime Deeks." Sam patted him lightly on the back "She'll be back soon."