"Whoa, Kensi, are you sure you aren't having twins?" Callen asked jokingly as Kensi waddled into the bullpen. Deeks, a few steps behind her, started shaking his head frantically.

"Excuse me?" Kensi asked in a dangerous tone as she cradled her eight month belly.

"If you're smart, you'll stop talking now," Sam muttered under his breath. Callen ignored both of his teammates and gestured to Kensi.

"You've just grown…a lot since I saw you a few weeks ago." Kensi glared at him and Deeks groaned, covering his mouth as he watched in apparent horror.

"You are toast, man." Callen glanced at him and then back to Kensi who was slowly advancing on him.

"Never say anything about a pregnant woman's size," Sam explained sagely.

"Actually, I was more commenting on the size of the baby," he defended himself, looking back to Deeks who chuckled at his apparent insanity.

"Yeah, no, you're on your own. I plan on sleeping in my own bed tonight."

"Wise man," Kensi said from directly behind Callen. He jerked, not having expected her to be so close but recovered quickly.

"C'mon, Kensi, you're not really mad at me, are you?" he asked. Kensi smiled dangerously and Deeks just shook his head again, now looking vaguely amused.

"Oh no, Callen. I just love it when people imply that I'm so gigantic that I must be housing two children inside of me," she replied sarcastically and for the first time, Callen looked a little worried. "I love it almost as much as 'Didn't you have that baby yet? And the always brilliant "You're ready to pop." Kensi finished, her face flushed, and crossed her arms over the top of her belly.

"When I said you were big, I didn't mean it like that-" he started to backtrack, but Kensi just held up a hand.

"I'm going to stop you there before you dig an even bigger hole. Now, I have to pee and when I get back, I'm taking my husband to lunch." No one dared argue as Kensi walked with fairly impressive speed towards to the women's restroom.

"What do I do now?" Callen asked helplessly, glancing between Sam and Deeks. Smirking, Sam shook his head.

"Pray," he suggested. Standing up, Deeks patted Callen on the shoulder and said,

"I have two words for you: rainbow sherbet."

"Where am I supposed to get rainbow sherbet?" Deeks shrugged, staring contemplatively in the direction Kensi had gone.

"I don't know, but I suggest you find some or risk being faced with progesterone fueled rage."

"Oh, so that's your secret weapon?" Sam said as Callen pulled out his phone, looking increasingly worried.

"No, I have another secret weapon," Deeks said, wiggling his eyebrows. Sam gave him a disgusted look.

"I don't want to hear anything about your weapon." A few yards away, Callen was now frantically scrolling on his phone and he asked, "Do you really think Kensi's that mad at him?"

"Nah. But it is fun to watch Callen squirm."


A/N: I'm not sure how well this work and Callen might be a little too OOC.

My sister actually had a doctor ask if she was sure she didn't have a twin in there about a week postpartum.