THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT. I DO SUPPOSE THIS WAS MORE OF A PLOT BUNNY, BUT I'M HAVING FUN WRITING IT NONETHELESS. I DO LIKE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM, BUT SOME OF THE THINGS A FEW REVIEWERS SAID WEREN'T CONSTRUCTIVE. I'M DOING THIS FOR MY OWN ENJOYMENT, SO IT DOESN'T MATTER, I'M JUST SAYING FOR FUTURE REFERENCE…
DON'T OWN IT.
"What?" Deeks gasped, falling onto the couch.
"Yeah." Kensi mirrored his actions.
"Is this good or bad?" He asked.
"I don't know."
"What are we going to do?" He raked a hand through his hair.
"Can you do anything but ask questions?" She snapped.
"Hormones?" Again, a question. When she glared at him, Deeks added, "I mean, it definitely is the hormones."
"Oh god… How are we going to explain this one to the others?"
"With any luck, Sam won't strangle me." Deeks said.
"And I'm going to get a lecture from Callen."
"Either way, this isn't going to end well." He said.
BULLPEN
"G, I already told you, there is no way that you are better looking than me." Sam said.
"Yeah, with that shiny head of yours, you're definitely a keeper." Callen shot back.
"Hey, some women appreciate a man who shaves his head. I doubt you even brush your hair." Sam countered.
"Now that's just insulting!"
"You're the one who insulted my head first."
"Let's ask Kensi." Callen said as she and Deeks rounded the corner.
"Ask me what?" She asked.
"Who is hotter, me or Sam?"
"Uh, Deeks." Kensi said, then her eyes went wide as she realized what she'd just said. Sam and Callen gave each other a look, then went back to staring at their female agent.
"Aw, Kens, you didn't have to do that." Deeks was actually blushing a little.
"Well, I'm not being the catalyst that sets those two into competitive mode. That is not a fund day." Thankfully, Kensi was able to cover herself. Surprisingly, both Sam and Callen believed her.
"I can't believe you actually bought that Kensi thinks I'm hot." Deeks smirked.
"I never said you weren't." She replied.
"We just thought you might want to know that I'm the father of her unborn child." Deeks said it as nonchalantly as possible. Both he and Kensi stood there expectantly, waiting for the lectures and, in Deeks' case, death. Instead, Callen broke out into a grin.
"Sam, I believe you owe me 150 dollars. They've had a thing for each other."
"Fine." Rolling his eyes, Sam handed his partner a wad of cash. Then, to Deeks, he said, "Congratulations, man. She's a great woman."
"You're supposed to congratulate me, I'm the mother!" Kensi burst.
"Right, congrats, Kens, I'm super happy for you." Sam did his best to seem enthusiastic.
"Is that jealousy I sense, Princess?" Deeks quipped.
"Shut up." Kensi grabbed his earlobe. Hard.
"Ow!" Deeks yelled.
"I'm so happy for you, Kensi." Callen wrapped the slender woman in a hug.
"So, Sam, you're not gonna strangle me?" Deeks asked.
"I probably will once Kensi gets extremely cranky, and when she's in labor, but for now you're safe." Sam folded his arms.
"And Callen, no lecture?"
"You know what, I've been waiting for this to happen since you met Deeks as Tracy." Callen answered.
"Are we… off the hook?" Deeks asked
"Ms. Blye is to use extreme caution, and Mr. Deeks… Just don't get yourself killed." Hetty came up behind the surfer, making him jump in surprise.
"Hetty, I value my life, don't worry." Deeks assured her.
"Mr. Deeks, some of the things you say to Ms. Blye make me question that." Hetty said, shaking her head as she walked back into her office.
I JUST WANT TO SAY THANKS FOR ALL THE SUPPORT YOU GUYS HAVE GIVEN ME. I'M HAVING A LOT OF FUN WRITING THIS, AND I HOPE YOU'RE HAVNG JUST AS MUCH READING.