A/N: This was requested/suggested on another one of my stories, again I don't remember which one or who. My mind probably resembles a file cabinet that's exploded at this point.

"Crap!" Deeks hissed, looking at his phone. Kensi glanced up at him as she redressed their newborn in a blue and yellow onesie that proclaimed "I'm smart like my Auntie". They'd just finished their three day check-up for Caleb, following a successful home birth.

"Did something happen with the team?" she asked, trying not to think of the worst case scenario. Deeks shook his head in answer, still glaring malevolently at his phone.

"No. It's my mom." That didn't bode well either.

"Did somebody flood the bathroom at the bar again?" Hopefully it wasn't a new boyfriend, because she didn't think she could take another round of constant background checks and tense dinners. Not to mention, the disturbing story times from Roberta.

"Nope," Deeks answered, turning his phone towards her. "My mom, and your mom, are both at our house right now."

"But we told them we didn't need any help," Kensi protested, handing Caleb off to Deeks as she took his phone to start reading the text thread. "Wait, why does it sound like they're cooking enough to feed a small army?"

"Because they want to drive us crazy," Deeks said with a gesture that suggested it was obvious. "And you know once they get a hold of the baby, they'll never leave." His tone was grim and he adopted a stance that she usually associated with breaching a building, and looked at odds with the tiny human cradled against his shoulder.

Kensi groaned, slipping his phone back into his pocket and then massaged her temples.

"I know they mean well, but they just don't stop. And all I want to do is get in bed and snuggle with you guys." Deeks nodded, pulling in a deep breath.

"Then there's only one option, we can't go home," he decided. Kensi rolled her eyes.

"Babe, we can't avoid our moms forever," she pointed out.

"Not forever, just until they go away."

"Deeks!"

"What, it's the perfect solution. We can stay in one of the apartments at the bar for a few days." Kensi watched him pace in disbelief. "Of course, the electricity and water isn't turned on so maybe we can stay with Callen and Anna until we get that sorted out.

"Deeks, we can't stay with Callen and Anna."

"Well, Sam's boat is way too small and Beale's place is a death trap. Hetty, hm, she certainly has the room, but the chances that we'll accidentally ingest poison she has hidden somewhere is fairly high." He finished with a thoughtful expression.

"Ok, first of all, we are not hiding from our parents," Kensi started, since he seemed completely serious. "Secondly, even if we tried, they would hunt us down and then never let us forget what we'd done. We just have to bite the bullet and put up with them. Above all, we are not moving in with Callen."

"Kensi, mom says they're prepared to stay as many weeks as we need. 'Weeks', Kensi. Not days. Weeks," Deeks pointed out, gesturing freely with the hand that wasn't holding Caleb. "I love your mom. And I love my mom, but she is crazy. And when she gets with Julia, the crazy spreads."

"Deeks–" she started to protest weakly, but he held up his finger and checked his phone again. He chuckled slightly hysterically.

"Oh look, it's another text from my mom. She says, "We're deep cleaning and organizing the kitchen. We'll start on the bathrooms next." Feeling the beginnings of a headache forming, Kensi said,

"Maybe we can take a little detour on the way home and grab some ice cream. Delay things a little bit." Sighing, Deeks nodded and started strapping Caleb into his carrier. "And maybe look into getting electric and water turned on in the extra apartment." she added.

A/N: Just for the record, I love my parents and help is great. When you want it. When you don't want it, it's super annoying.