A/N: A little drabbly thing in which the Deeks family force cheer upon an unsuspecting Callen.

Callen frowned as he walked to the front door, barefoot, and recently woken from a mid-afternoon nap. He grabbed his gun as an afterthought. Anna was out for a run and they weren't expecting anyone; surprise visits didn't usually bode well.

He peered through the eyehole, muttering under his breath when he saw Deeks' grinning face on the other side. When he opened the door, Deeks grinned even wider and wordlessly held up a tub of stuff.

"Deeks, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Can we come in?" Deeks said instead of answering. "This crap is heavy." He pushed past him without waiting for confirmation, Caleb, a miniature version of his dad, following in his wake. He was carrying his own bag, which was bigger than him. Callen could see a bit of colorful paper peeking out of the top.

With a load groan, Deeks set the crate down on the kitchen table and shook his hands out.

"Hey kiddo," he called to Caleb. "Say hi to Uncle Callen."

"Hi, Uncle Callen," he said, hugging him around the legs. "Happy Birfday." Callen gave him a brief hug, the reason behind the unexpected visit dawning on him.

"These are birthday directions, aren't they?" he asked and the two Deeks nodded happily. He wandered over to the crate on the table and picked up a roll of sparkly streamers. "Why?

"Caleb picked those out. I can't take responsibility for his taste," Deeks explained with a shrug.

"No, why are you apparently throwing me a birthday party?"

"Because they're fun."

"But I don't want one," Callen said, now pulling out yellow hat that said "Hufflepuff".

"Well, you don't really get a choice," Deeks replied. "Someone-we won't say who-let slip that today was your birthday. Caleb asked why we've never bought you a present or made you dinner like with everyone else."

Callen felt his resolve softening a little as Deeks explained, looking down at Caleb, who was now unpacking several presents from his bag and arranging them in a semi-circle.

"Deeks, I appreciate the thought," he started, trying to approach it delicately. "But this is one of my days off and I really don't like celebrating my birthday. And I'm sure you've got better things to do."

"You're really going to disappoint your nephew? The same nephew who spent his own, hard earned money to buy you a present you will absolutely love." Callen rolled his eyes as Caleb looked up at his dad's questions, his expression pleading. He swore Deeks coached the kid sometimes.

"Fine," he sighed. "you can throw me a party, but it can't be anything big. And I want you out before 8." Deeks grinned, tossing him a Gryffindor hat.

"Sweet! I'll go get the rest of the stuff," he said, heading for the door.

"Wait, hold on! What do you mean 'the rest of the stuff'?" Deeks ignored the distress in his voice, checking his watch.

"Kensi should be here in about half an hour with the food. And everyone else is coming around 4. Hope you have extra chairs!" Callen sighed, rubbing at his chin as he held back a couple swears.

"We got you a cake with pink icing," Caleb whispered, grinning up at him, and then glancing around. He put a finger to his lips. "Don't tell Daddy I told you."

Callen chuckled, shaking his head. It looked like he was going to have fun whether he like it or not.