A/N: Got this idea from massive rewatch binge in did last summer.


She hears the front door open and her mother greet her father along with the two other expected guest. Her father explained to her that they would have two new people living with them for awhile and how they needed their help. He didn't give her much more details other than it was a woman and her young son that was about her age.

Taking out the last of the plates, Kensi sits them on the island before gathering the stemware and as she does, her parents along with their new guests walk into the kitchen.

Donald steps over to his daughter, followed by a woman and young boy, both blonde, nervous smiles written across their features. "Kensi, this is Marty and Roberta, they're gonna be staying with us for awhile."

Her eyes go to those that belong to the young boy and immediately feels a strange kinship with him. Maybe its because she knows what its like to live in a new place, surrounded by people you've never met or maybe it's something else. "Hi."

"Hi." A small smile crosses Marty's face, his walls crumbling a fraction of an inch.

"I was just about to set the table for dinner, do you want to help me?"

"Sure."

She hands him the stemware and grabs the plates, leading him into the dinning room. "What grade are you in?"

"5th. What about you?"

"2nd"

"Good grade."

Her brow furrows at his words, and how they sounds like the response of an awkward adult talking to a kid. "You're weird?"

He huffs a laugh, the nervousness that he was holding inside just a few minutes ago, slowly washing away at her words. "Tell me something I don't know."

"Captain America would crush Aquaman in a battle."

"Oh, you did not just go there."

The eight year old shrugs, challenging the eleven year old. "Oh, I think I just did."

The kids continue to set the table as they have a heated debate about the two superheroes. To anyone looking in from the outside they sound like they've known each other for quite some time, pushing buttons and challenging the other.

They're so wrapped up in their discussion that they don't realize Donald is standing in the doorway watching their back and forth until he speaks up. "Kensi, why don't you go show Marty around and then wash up for dinner."

She feels the heat rise from neck to her cheeks, having been caught off guard and a little bit flustered at how quickly her new housemate got her wound up. "Yes, sir."


Kensi and Marty come to the end of the house tour, dropping off his bags in his room when one of the duffle bags in his hand swipes the table in the hall, knocking over a vase and causing it to fall to the floor, shattering into a million little pieces.

"I'm sorry. I didn't..." He freezes, unable to move as the sound of the glass shattering plays over and over again in his head.

"Are you okay?"

"He's gonna get mad."

"Who?"

The small brunette watches as her new friend starts to rock back and forth, his eyes glisten with tears, which worries her even more. She goes to rest a reassuring hand on his shoulder, but that only startles him more. "Marty, are you okay?"

Looking up at her, he's unable to stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks. He shakes his head and in that moment Kensi does the only thing she can think of. Taking the bag out of his hand, she sits it down on the floor, her arms immediately finding their way around his shaking body. "You're okay. He can't hurt you anymore."

The fragile blonde feels his walls tumble down just a little more and wraps his arms around her in probably the tightest hug he's ever given to anyone. He can't help but hold on for dear life because she may be only in the 2nd grade but he's never felt safer in his entire life.