20. Temp

When he goes undercover, she makes the temp truly feel like a temp.

Kensi actually pays attention and believes her doctors on this matter, when you're pregnant you aren't supposed to get stressed out because it's bad for the baby. So, when Deeks pulls her aside one day and tells her that he needs to go undercover she thinks she's probably harming her baby.

"What?" She snapped, her blood pressure immediately shot up, ruining her easy day.

"I'm sorry! I can't get out of this one, it shouldn't go on for too long." He looked regretful, and if she weren't completely angry with him, and if her hands weren't itching to slap him, she would probably feel sorry for him.

"The last time you said that, you were gone for four months." Her steely glare was locked on him. If she wasn't trying to look intimidating she would be rubbing her back, because frankly all the standing was making her hurt like a motherfucker.

"I know, and I'm sorry about that too, it's just that I don't have any control over this. If I had a choice I wouldn't go, you know that." He lowered his voice as a few people were walking by. They disregarded the arguing couple, probably thinking nothing the two of them.

"I know and I'm sorry." He pulled her into an awkward hug due to the size of her stomach, which she needed. "It's just that I'm eight months pregnant, and I don't want you missing the birth of our child." Tears began to flow from her eyes due to the stupid hormones, making her want to kick something.

She was still mad, but she couldn't get herself to calm down. It was one of those days where she wished they didn't have the jobs they had because their occupations seemed to rule their lives.

"When do you have to leave?" Her voice sounded weak, and she realized at that moment she was probably the antonym of the definition of hot, unless you were talking about a hot mess, that she was indeed.

He mumbled something she couldn't quite understand, so she pulled away a bit.

"What?"

"In about two hours." He wouldn't meet her eyes, and she kind of wanted to throw her rings in his face. But she settled on punching him on the arm with her crazy pregnant woman strength.

"Make this as quick as you can, okay?" She watched as he threw his bag into the backseat of his car, before slamming the door shut.

"I will, don't worry." He brought his arms around her lightly, and she just nodded not really trusting herself to speak without sounding really lame.

He bent down to give her a kiss, before rubbing her belly lightly, and climbing into the car.

"I love you." He said starting up the engine, and looking straight into her eyes, which she could feel starting to moisten.

"I love you too." She responded, leaving in through the window to give him a kiss to really remember her by, and make him want to hurry home even faster.

He went in for another light peck before pulling his car out, and leaving her there feeling moody and sad.

She was pretty much feeling salty and sulking around the mission doing whatever menial tasks she was allowed to do. Going through Deeks' desk to look at pictures of them did absolutely nothing, in fact she really wanted to shoot something. Unfortunately she was incredibly restricted due to Hetty's order and the fact that she was a whale.

Callen let out a noise as he sat down next to her. Both her and Sam watched him as he took a deep breath, before leaning back in his chair.

"I was just talking to Hetty, she's bringing in a temp to fill Deeks' spot while he's away doing his LAPD shenanigans."

Kensi's eyebrows shot up, and she felt a little angry again.

"Why?" Sam voiced the exact thing she wanted to ask, his confusion clearly mirroring her own.

"Well, with Kensi stuck on desk duty, we don't have enough people on the field. Three was pushing it, but two isn't do-able, hence the temp." He paused, leaning forward in his chair again. "Apparently this guy has some experience, we just need to be welcoming and supportive." he threw a warning glance Kensi's way.

"I can be warm and welcoming!" She said defensively, lifting her hands up from her stomach.

So to be clear, she had said that she can be warm and welcoming, not that she would be warm and welcoming. She was still glaring at Thompson, hoping that if she glared hard and long enough he would vanish and Deeks would poof back. He looked up, probably sensing the feeling of the cold daggers she was glaring at him, and squirmed under her heavy glare.

"So uh, how far along are you?" He asks, obviously trying to diffuse the tension. She softens a bit, realizing that she's sort of being a bitch, and the kid wasn't purposefully trying to ruin her days.

"Eight months." She dropped the glare, but she isn't exactly being friendly, because she still doesn't want him here.

"Oh, that's cool." He nods a bit, and if she wasn't so moody, she would probably laugh at the awkwardness.

"Thompson, we gotta go check out a scene." Callen pops his head in, before continuing out the door.

She's totally amused as he hastily grabs his keys and hurries out the bullpen.

She walked into the bullpen wanting to grab her special pregnancy chair cushion so she could at least feel comfortable up in ops with Eric and Nell and their stupid chairs.

"Nice job taking down Cooper today." Sam said with a smile, patting Thompson on the back.

"Thanks." Thompson looked pretty pleased with himself as he sat down at his desk.

"You need to clean up some of your moves," she said not looking at him as she grabbed the beloved red cushion, "some were sloppy and needed to be executed a lot better." She turned around and walked out of the bullpen once more, clutching the pillow in her hands.

"Did I do something to offend her?" She hears Thompson ask from behind her, but she keeps walking.

"I wouldn't think to hard about it." She hears Callen reply back.

She's began to be nicer to him, because she knows it's tough being in a new environment. Plus, if it weren't for the hormones she probably wouldn't have been as crabby. They're in week two, and he's begun to feel a tad more comfortable around them.

He's sitting at his desk looking pretty shattered because the case was pretty rough, and took a lot of energy.

She examines him for a moment before hauling herself up and standing in front of his desk.

"Listen, I know that this case was tough, and I don't make it easy for you but you need to pick yourself up." Her tone is softer than normal, and he looks up with a bit of surprise on his face.

"What?" The kid is probably in his mid-twenties and she remembers how cases affected her at that age.

"I'm rough on you, and I know that. But, you can't let every case get to you." She actually sounds caring, and for some reason she begins to miss Marty even more because she remembers how he tends to comfort her all the time.

"Alright." He's stopped making eye contact, but she doesn't walk away just yet.

"Go out, get a drink then come back tomorrow with a new slate." She turns and walks back to her desk.

He's packing up his things and starts to walk out when she stops him.

"Oh, and don't think I'm going easy on you now." He nods before walking out.

She loudly drops the stack of files onto his desk, causing him to jump.

"Paperwork." she states, before walking over to her own desk to go through her much smaller stack.

"On what?" She looks up to see him examining the files with distaste. "I've only worked two cases."

"Well," she says, not even looking up at him but instead doodling on a paper, "people get shot, you get paperwork."

"But normally there isn't this much." She smirks not speaking of the fact that usually she would take on half the load, but she didn't feel like being nice.

"Well, life sucks." She pulls up her internet and begins to leisurely play a game of tetris.

"Hey, I brought you some coffee," he nervously places the Starbucks cup on her desk, probably terrified she'll attack him. "It's decaf." He throws in, right as she's about to comment.

"Thank you." she says, it still sounds stiff so she throws in a smile, even if it is kind of forced. Hey, the gesture was sweet and she's reasonable.

She takes a sip, and stops herself from grimacing. Taking the sip makes her miss Deeks more, because usually he would get her some ridiculously complicated drink so she wouldn't be able to recognize that the coffee was in fact decaf. Or, he would get her a milkshake because it was one of the things she really craved. Instead, she tasted the weird taste of the decaffinated coffee with nothing else in it. She placed the cup on her desk and didn't drink from it again. She had a feeling Thompson probably noticed because he seemed desperate for her approval.

"Where's Thompson?" Sam asks, looking confusedly at the empty seat beside himself.

"Mr. Thompson has been transferred back to his original position and location of NCIS." Hetty said, casually walking in her hands behind her back.

"Did he resign?" Callen asked smirking, looking at Kensi, knowing the hell she put the kid through. Kensi just turned to face Hetty instead.

"Ah no, his services were no longer required." Kensi smiled as she realized the meaning behind Hetty's words. "Mr. Deeks should return later on." She spun on her heel leaving the bullpen and a smiling Kensi.

Hey, im outside-Marty

Excited, she put down her phone before waddling out as fast as she could, probably looking like a duck with constipation and hemorrhoids.

Her smile was huge as she saw him leaning on his car door, hands tucked into his pockets. Once she got close to him, she threw her arms around his neck and gave him a huge kiss that was probably not fit for public.

"Hey," she said, a little breathless from the walk and the kiss. Her back was sort of hurting again, but she couldn't really find it in her to care.

"Hey," he echoed kissing her once again with a smile. "How was the temp?" He asked once they finally unlocked lips.

"He was alright," she trailed off, that kiss added with the pregnancy hormones made her want to hop in the car, drive home, and really let him see how much she missed him, even if she was huge.

"How did you treat him?" He asked, playing with the bottom of her shirt, not really helping her get calm once more.

"Like a temp." He laughed before kissing her again.

She made the temp feel like a temp, because that's what he was. If he were replacing anyone but Marty Deeks she probably would've been so cold, but nobody could fill that spot.

Not a lot of Kensi and Deeks...but I hope ya'll still like it.

The next chapter will definitely have Densi, so leave a comment/review of what you want to see!