Three days' upload is here. Let me know what you think of the chapter. In this one you'll get to know EXACTLY what's Deeks' "job" is...

May

"Argh!" Kensi mumbled, chasing the running dog, covered in soap, shaking off the foam and water through the house. "Monty, stop! Bathtub, now!" She yelled loudly, but the dog seemed to ignore.

Deeks, who had just entered home, saw all that chaos and giving a spank on the dog's loin, said. "Bathtub, boy, come on." The dog obeyed him and Deeks closed him for a while in the bathroom, walking to the living room again, where Kensi had taken a seat on the couch, exhausted. He prepared his voice to come out soothing and smoothly. "Hi." As she didn't turn her bad mood on him, he leaned and gave her a kiss. "Something's wrong?"

"I'm getting tired and tired, and bigger too, and today was my last case, and now Monty did all this mess around the house. God, I can't even move a finger!"

"Then stay here sat, I'll bath Monty and clean up this up, ok?"

"Ok." Kensi rested the head back and closed the eyes and ended up falling asleep. Deeks bathed the dog and cleaned all the water and soap he had spread on the house. He noticed she was quietly sleeping, and as Monty wasn't yet dried out and wouldn't stop scratching and shaking himself, he reached for the leash and took him for a walk. The breeze ran through the dog's pelage as he ran on the park. The breeze ran through Deeks' hair as he was thinking of the decision he had just two a few days ago. Soon the moon would rise on the sky and it'd be time to go home and take with him some dinner. Although, if this all seemed easy, this day and the past few weeks have been all but easy for Deeks. The last straw was this morning…

If he hadn't gone to the mailbox, he'd be postponing the bills to pay. If he hadn't gone to the fridge to get something to eat, he'd be postponing the list of things to buy. If he hadn't stare at his son's bedroom, he'd postponing buying what was missing there, where now has only the crib and Deeks' old tricycle.

"Morning." Kensi proffered with a smile, putting a smooch on Deeks, who was sat at the table. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing." He put a smile on the lips too. "I was just checking the bills."

"I don't understand why we don't have a conjoint bank account."

"Because it's not needed. I'm the breadwinner; I can take care of the expenditures." Deeks put the bills over the fridge while she was spreading butter on the toast.

"Dee, this is the 21st century! Women work and women pay for expenditures as well. And besides, I'm living in your house, I should help."

"Living in my house doesn't matter."

"We're sharing a house, having a child, yet sharing payments has to be that much difficult?" Kensi had been taking the whole conversation in a light tone, so as Deeks who deep down was worried.

"It's not difficult." He put a kiss on her forehead.

"You know, your mother did actually tell me you'll act like this."

"Act like what?"

"You think you have to carry all responsibilities all by yourself."

"Well, you're carrying a baby right now!"

"Believe me, if I could, I'd let you carry him for a while too! But that's not the point. You are stubborn and proud…I've got no problem with it, but I think you feel demoted and ashamed because LAPD's salary isn't as good as NCIS'."

"I'm perfectly good with it, like you said, this is the 21st century. But, the man should always pay for his family's needs. Although," He reinforced. "I can think in your proposal, ok?"

Kensi grinned, swallowing the food on her mouth. "Okay."

After that, they went to the Ops, to finally close-up the case that has been dragging for three days. A 29-years-old Marine, Staff Sergeant Neil Brookover, had a sudden attack during the usual training. Once his body was autopsied, his cause of death was found to be due to the disruption of drug packages in his stomach. The investigation led then to finding who sold him the drug. He had taken the "job" as drug courier as a way to support his family's expenditures. He and his wife, Eileen, were parents of five and the sixth was on its way. Eileen got pregnant for the first when both were only18 and dating. But their love apparently was strong enough because they were still together, married for 9 years. Deeks saw himself on Staff Sergeant Brookover because both were proud, stubborn and considered themselves the breadwinners of the house, thinking they could handle everything on their own.

While Kensi delivered some last words of hope to Eileen, from pregnant woman to pregnant woman, Deeks was already taking his training with her kids: the 11 year-old boy, Jamie, the adorable 3 year-old twin girls, Kayla and Kylie, the fussy 7 year-old, Oliver and the 5 year-old Jasper. When the curiosity was stronger, both women ended up revealing each other the gender and the name of the baby they were expecting. The answer kind of messed with both, because both Kensi and Juliann were expecting boys, who'd be named after their fathers. Somehow, Kensi and Deeks' story was being portrayed on that couple. And just like Staff Sergeant, Deeks had applied for a second job, which wasn't as good as the one the Marine had got.

Back on the Ops Center, Hetty showed up for her usual thanking after the case and walked away to her office. Deeks got his stuff together, approached Kensi and asked her. "Hey, babe, you don't mind going home alone?"

"No, but where are you going?"

"I'm just grabbing a beer with Danny, there's some stuff he wants to talk with me."

"Okay, but see if you don't take too long. I'm not sure if I can handle giving Monty a bath by myself."

"I'll be home before dinner, okay?" He put a kiss on her cheek and left with worries already affecting him.

They went to a small bar downtown and took a table in the back, away from ears and eyes of others. "So, you think it'll work?" Danny asked, taking a sip of the beer.

"I think so. I believe he trusted me."

"So you understand if something happens, I may not be able to help you."

"Yup, I know it. I know in which trouble I got into."

"I think you don't, Deeks. This will bring even more problems."

"What problems, man?"

"You think you'll be able to quit this job just because you want?" Deeks was ready to start talking, but Danny continued. "Listen up, you have my support, but get your head in place. You chose Blackbourne for a reason, which you haven't told me why."

"He screwed up my cousin's life, if I had to do this-"

"Do what? You're becoming the bodyguard of one of the most wanted drug dealers in the area."

"I need the damn money, ok? And he seemed a good choice since he ruined Levi's life."

"You better just get the damn money and not think of revenges, you're hearing me? It'll be already hard enough to call a swoop when you're done with the work."

"Danny, I have the perfect cover. I'm Marty Deeks, the liaison agent during the day. During the night, I'm Dale, the dirty cop and the bodyguard of Blackbourne. When I get the money I need, you talk with Captain and you arrange a swoop to get in and arrest them all. Only the part of the money stays a secret, between you and me."

"I've already talked with the Captain. He said something you may not like."

"What?"

"He said that if he arrests everyone then you'll have to disappear for a while."

"No, Danny-"

"At least until a trial. Or else, you're putting Kensi and your son in danger… Now you can't turn back. I told you this wasn't going to be good."

Deeks leaned the head back and sighed deeply. "Right now, how long takes to a case like this go to court?"

"It depends on the case, depends on the situation."

"Shit!" He said pounding the fists on the table. "Damn it, Danny, I want to go home alive, see Kensi and my baby boy who'll be born in two months."

"I'll pass by Blackbourne's club once in a while and I'll make sure you're alive. Just stick to your role and things may be good."

Deeks was silent for a while, then pulled a note out of the pocket and left. Before going home he had to clear the ideas, so he just went to the beach and sat near the water, watching the waves breaking in front of him.

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