The weekly update of this week. We start with cuteness...

2 months later-February

"I'm telling you guys, Kensi has the posture of a feral lioness!" Deeks commented with Sam and Callen.

"It's the hormones…" Sam justified. "and the hunger."

"Will I ever get through the pregnancy…alive?"

"Maybe." Callen joked, taking a sip of coffee. "But I think you're overreacting."

"Believe me, I'm not overreacting! In the days she awakes up grumpy, I feel scared of saying anything!"

"Should I remind you that before you got here, Sam and I have dealt with Kensi, grumpy Kensi and we lived!"

"She's 70% grumpier than usual and 30% angrier, so this leads to a more 100% dangerous Kensi!" Deeks looked around and then said firmly. "Even Monty hides under the bed!"

"That's because your dog is Scooby-Doo!" Sam accused on a laugh.

"Which makes of him Shaggy!" Kensi affirmed putting the brown shoulder bag over her desk. "Morning guys!"

"Oh, now you're all smiley but when you awoke up at 3:30 AM blaming me for your sickness you weren't this happy!"

"Wow." She sighed, frowning. "You're really in a bad mood today!"

"Obviously I'm in a bad mood," Eric showed on the top of the stairs and as all noticed him, he didn't whistle. Deeks just kept grumbling while Kensi ignored him going upstairs. "I didn't get any sleep!"

"You better get used now!" Sam advised, tapping his shoulder. "The next ten years will be similar!"

"Seaman Francisco Muniz" Eric said when they all entered. "entered the Pacific Beach Hospital this morning but didn't resist the stab injure."

"Muniz was found at his house by a neighbor." Nell explained. "He has a sister, who arrived a couple hours ago from Argentina. Address is on your phones."

"Deeks, talk with the sister." Callen looked at Kensi and sighed. "Take Kensi with you. Sam and I will talk with the medical staff."

"Okay, need to pee, to throw up?" He asked putting the arm around her shoulders while they were leaving.

"No. You?"

"Yeah. I drank like 2 gallons of coffee! Wait for me on the car." He handed her the car keys and she walked away.

"Ms. Blye," Hetty called her when she was leaving. "where are you going?"

"I'm going with Deeks, talking with the victim's sister. There's no way I'll be doing efforts! And, I'll be on time for the appointment."

"You better be! I cannot lose my best scotch bottle for Mr. Hanna and Mr. Callen." This commentary made Kensi smile. "We both know they won't give it the pomp and circumstance acquired to drink it." Hetty then walked back to her office, right in time for Deeks to show up and walk along with Kensi to the car.

The bets have been made some while ago. Hetty was really sure, as Eric that Kensi is pregnant with a boy while Nell, Sam and Callen are sure is a girl. Deeks and Kensi, as the parents, are the ones who remain neutral because, no matter boy or girl, they will love their child.

"Hey, wow!" Deeks said quickly after swallowing, taking from her the bottle of Tabasco sauce which she was pouring over the steak. "What you doing? Are you trying to make the kid born earlier or just making the boy become a dragon, throwing flames by the mouth?"

"Neither." She answered calmly and then ripped from his hands the bottle again. "I'm just trying to eat…This boy is forcing me to eat hot and spicy stuff and that's your influence already!" She then looked at Deeks and the bottle and asked innocently. "Can I pour a bit more?"

"Taste the food first."

She cut a bit of the steak and took it to her mouth. Her eyes almost popped out, her face turned vivid red but she didn't have any other reaction than say. "I poured just a bit more. A bit less and it would taste amazing."

Deeks changed her plate with his and gave her the bottle of Tabasco sauce again. "Pour less this time."

Kensi started pouring, ending up putting as much as she did before. She then took a bite of the food and said. "Perfect!"

Deeks also tasted the steak she had drown in Tabasco and exclaimed. "What a tasteless steak! It doesn't have taste at all!" Kensi looked up at him and he admitted. "Okay, maybe I abuse a bit on the spicy and hot things. But I'll teach him not to abuse on those as long as you do your share and don't abuse on the sugared things."

"I'm pregnant!" She affirmed. "You know what does it means? I devour everything. You can't deny my wishes." She said really serious, looking to his eyes.

"Don't look at me that way, I haven't denied you anything!"

"Dee?" She asked subtly.

"Yeah?" He answered, not lifting his eyes from the plate.

"Come here."

"Why?"

She only looked at him, pulling the chair back. He got up and she grabbed his hand, placing it over her pregnant belly. "Kick again, boy. For dad." She said to her belly. When Deeks heard this knelt on the floor, expectant. "Over here!" She exclaimed excited, moving his hand.

Deeks face lit up with a smile. "He kicked…" He whispered, moved. He then rested his head on her belly, trying to hear something, still with the hands there too. Kensi was smiling, stroking his hair as he eagerly waited for any sound or movement. "You think I'll hear anything?"

"I don't know. Say something to him. Maybe he can hear you."

"Hey kiddo, whatever mommy ever said about me to you is a lie!" He looked up and Kensi was squinting at him. "She's giving me a "you're not behaving" look, and she'll give it to you too many times. Believe me, it's scary! Oh!" He said, rising the head with the mouth wide open. "He moved! He agreed with me!"

"No he did not, that was my stomach complaining for food!"

"Excuses!" He bent over and kissed her belly. "Ok, just behave in there, okay? It's daddy out here who suffers if you don't behave!" He then got up and kissed her. "Ok mommy, let's eat!"

After the meal was over she lied over the couch with the legs hanging over the couch's arm while he washed the dishes. He started the conversation. "Have you got any call from the real estate?"

"No, but my house was just put to sale a couple of weeks ago. I'm not expecting a call soon."

"But we could really use the money for the boy's bedroom."

"We still have time for that. We first need to get him a name."

"And I think we can do that right away." He answered storing the washed cutlery. He sat on the couch and she, as usual, snuggled on his chest, being face up. "Got any ideas?"

"I don't know." She puffed. "I seriously don't know."

"You want to name him after your father?"

"No." She said firmly. "Let's not name him Donald."

"Okay, I respect your choice" They stopped to think for a while when Deeks threw another question. "And surname? He'll take mine or yours?"

"Yours…or ours. But, Deeks Blye or Blye Deeks don't sound good together. It's better for him to take your surname."

"I like my middle name. Why don't we name him Andrew?"

Kensi smiled and then explained him why. "Why don't we do it better and let him take your full name?"

"Are you for real? Naming him Martin Andrew Deeks Jr.?" Deeks was containing the excitement inside him.

"Yes, I'm dead serious. Wouldn't you like it?"

"Naming my son after me?" He placed on her lips a big and soundly kiss. "Do you have any idea of all the excitement I'm holding inside me right now? Why are you doing this?"

Kensi shrugged and looked into his eyes. "I guess I just love you too crazily."

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