NCIS: LOS ANGELES...
WHAT TROUBLE CAN HAPPEN...NOW?
DISCLAIMER:
NCIS: Los Angeles and characters do not belong to me.
SUMMARY:
It's been four years...Dani and D.J. Deeks are now 16, Callie Beale is 15. The three are best friends.
What has changed in four years? What trouble is about to happen?
Sequel to...
Get Out Of My Head, Deeks!
CHAPTER 4: DANI TALKS TO HER DAD...
DANI'S P.O.V.
I don't know how long I had been sitting here looking out at the ocean instead of surfing, when someone set a surfboard in the sand next to me.
When I looked over to tell the person off...it was my dad.
I saw Uncle Eric standing not far away, looking down the beach toward where D.J. and Callie were sitting.
"You okay, Fawn," Dad asked. "I'm fine, dad." I said, after returning my gaze to the ocean.
"You really are just like your mother. I know that's a lie, because it's the same one your mom always uses." Dad told me.
"What do you expect me to say, dad?! My best friend and my brother are-are getting ready to have a baby," I yelled with a glare and dad laughed.
"Same glare as your mother to. There's nothing you can do to change that fact, but that doesn't mean they will stop being your best friends. Callie will always be your best friend and D.J. will always be your brother." Dad pointed out.
"I know, but now I'm going to be the third wheel and once you add the baby if they decide to keep it...I'll be the fourth wheel." I stated.
"I know you feel left out, but don't let that stop you from hanging out with them, okay?" Dad inquired and I looked out at the ocean again...fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall.
"I don't really know what to think about them having a baby." I said truthfully. "I know how you feel...your mom is going to be a, Grensi..." Dad began and I looked at him.
"A Grensi," I inquired.
"Don't tell your mom I said that. A little of the word Grandma and a little of your mom's name together...Grensi. I'm going to be a Grandpa. I mean, do I look old enough to be a Grandpa?" Dad asked I had to smile a little bit.
"You're ancient, daddy." I joked and he fell back on the sand, with his hands over his heart.
"Come on. You can't say that. If I were ancient...Would I be able to surf?" Dad inquired. "I don't know. Are you a fish?" I shot back.
"Well...I do feel at home in the ocean. So I guess I must have some fish in my blood. But if I do...then you do to, Fawn, because you surf as much as I do, feel any better?" Dad asked, I laughed again and I gave him the only answer I could.
"Yeah, Thanks, daddy," I said and gave him a hug.
"So...Are you here to surf or just sit here on the beach and stare out at the ocean?" Dad questioned.
"Surf...I guess." I said, getting up and grabbing my surfboard.
Then dad, Uncle Eric and I hit the waves.