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Title: Troika

Rating: M

WARNINGS: Slash: G/Sam; Squick: M-preg G Callen; Whump: G Callen

Story Details and Full Disclaimer in Chapter 1: My stories are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. This is a work intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by CBS and the producers of NCIS:LA.

Rewards and Shenanignas

Chapter 18

G and Sam pushed the two strollers into NCIS's Los Angeles Headquarters. School had started again and that left only their quintuplets needing the daycare center which NCIS had built six months ago. G and Sam had gotten Benji into a gifted program for languages. He now spoke fluent Russian and wanted to learn another language.

It was the first time in his life, well since having children, that G allowed someone other than his extended family take care of his children. Initially, each potential daycare worker had to undergo the most scrutinizing background check ever devised by an organization. Afterward G allowed the worker to apply for the job. He pushed the triplet stroller into the daycare center.

Sam knew that G's high-level investigation of each daycare worker was going to happen whether anyone else liked it or not. And he participated in each of the grueling three hour interrogations, at least for him it felt as if it were an interrogation. He pushed the twin stroller into the daycare center.

Sam came along side his husband and watched with him as the daycare workers took one baby at a time and placed them into a highchair for the mid morning feedings.

Finally satisfied, G flipped on his heels and left the daycare center. He entered the bullpen and settled down in his chair, opened his laptop computer, and started searching for another item to add to his wish list.

"How long is this list now?" Sam asked standing next to his husband and peering over his left shoulder.

"Does it really matter?"

"I suppose not."

"Mr. Callen, you finish that list yet?" Hetty asked peering through the iron lattice work separating the bullpen from the rest of headquarters.

"I'll have a partial list for you soon."

"Goodie, I could use a new laptop computer."

"First item on the list, Hetty."

"Are you sure you aren't pushing this too far?" Sam asked.

"Not far enough," G said. "They said anything. Believe me, they're going to get a list with anything I want and need on it." The corners of his mouth turned upward into a Cheshire Cat grin.

"I tend to agree with Mr. Callen on this one, Sam."

"Make sure you let them know it's a partial list," he said sending his list to the printer. "I printed off what I have so far."

"I hope you included a vacation for you and Sam and one for your whole family," she said.

"Numbers two and three on the list."

"Mr. Callen, you don't need to put my computer first."

"Ah, but I do, Hetty," G said, "if it wasn't for your excellent negotiating techniques, I'd be delegated to one list."

"Thank you, Mr. Callen." She strolled over to the printer and removed the top sheet. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, I need to do this, we all need to do this."

"Let me see that list." Sam crossed the short distance in two strides and took the list from his Operations Manager's hands. "Come on, you serious?"

"Very serious."

"You know of course, there's at least one of your team who hates one aspect of this."

"So, think of it as one of our team's mandatory night-out excursions."

"Only this is a vacation, together."

"Why not?"

"Who said a vacation together?" Deeks asked as he entered the bullpen.

"I'm requesting it," G said, "we could all use it. And it's a reward for taking care of our children."

"Which is a pleasure, Callen, I love your children."

"Do you mean that in a healthy way?" Sam asked, winking at him.

Deeks chuckled at Sam joking with him about loving children.

"What kind of vacation?" Kensi asked settling down in her chair and glancing over in Callen's direction.

"One which you are going to have to learn to enjoy."

"Costumes, right, is that what you are worried about?"

"Nope."

"You are not worried."

"Nope, because the vacation is mandatory," G said, "and part of my settlement."

"You made that list," Kensi said. "Can I see it?"

"It is not complete," he said, "but I can tell you it is the 4th item on the list."

"Behind?"

"Hetty's new laptop computer, Sam and my vacation, and our family vacation."

"Wow, in that order?" Kensi asked. "Callen, isn't list kind of strange?"

"Nope."

"Sam, you don't think it's strange," she asked and eyed him.

"Anything G requests these days is strange."

G shot his husband a look.

Sam laid a copy of the list down on G's desk. "You saying that isn't the strangest list I've ever seen you make."

"Okay, truce." He held up his hands in a "T." "Yes, it is and I need, no, you and I need a vacation."

"And the team?"

"Yes, they need a reward for taking care of our children and Disney World fits the bill."

"And Deeks says he doesn't want a reward," Sam said.

"I do," Kensi said, leaning closer to G's desk to catch a full-on glimpse of the list in question.

"With men in costumes?" Sam asked.

"I'll take a man whatever way I can get him."

"Desperate." Sam chuckled.

Deeks chuckled. "What about me?"

Sam and G half covered their mouths holding back laughs.

"Cause if you are desperate, Kens, I'm available and I know how to take care of children and babies and—"

"Deeks."

"He's right, Kens, he knows how to bottle feed a baby better than any thirty-plus-year-old, single guy you are ever going to find," G said, smirking. "A match made in heaven."

"Please!" Kensi crossed her arms, leaned back in her chair, and stared at the wall across from her.

"More like a match made in quintuplet hell," Sam said.

"Those are my babies we are talking about."

"Our babies." He pulled G up out of the chair and drew him close, kissing him on the forehead.

"Close your eyes everyone, a PG 13-rated moment," Deeks said.

"At least we have them," G said, smirking. "And Kens is the quintessential baby caretaker."

"I hope you meant that in an endearing way," she said.

"Of course," he said, "you were the best with Makana. Any man in or out of a costume would be honored and proud to have you as his wife and the mother of his children." The corners of his mouth turned upward.

"I'm not that desperate," Kensi said smirking.

"Didn't think so," G said.

"Give me a couple of years." She chuckled. "Is the whole family going on vacation with us?"

"If you want," he said, "although I planned it so just our team would go."

"They are part of our team now," Deeks said, "wouldn't be a team vacation without your children."

"Better add that to this wish list."

"Just how many wish lists are there?" Kensi asked.

"Not telling."

"He's hiding this intel from everyone," Sam said.

Eric blew his look alike Von Trapp family whistle from the staircase's landing. "He's hiding it from everyone but me and Nell."

"You can't hide anything from either one of them, especially dirty diapers," Kensi said.

"Okay, who's been playing hide and seek with dirty diapers?" G asked closing his laptop and starting for the stairs.

"I'm not telling," Deeks said following in behind Sam and Callen and chuckling.

"I hope this is only an inside joke," Sam said climbing the stairs two at a time.

"That's a negatory," Hetty said entering the OPS Center just before her elite team stepped inside.

"You let them hide dirty diapers around our house?" G asked entering the OPS Center and standing in front of the light table.

"It was only a game," Nell said, "to see who has the best nose for dirty diapers."

"What?" Sam's eyebrows raised high. "Sounds warped to me." He stood next to G and folded his arms.

"It was," Kensi said, "and we thought you could use a little comic relief."

"Yes, all those children and… well, you can see it for yourself," Deeks said nodding to Eric and Nell.

A video's footage rolled on the high definition screen of the team's shenanigans; hiding dirty diapers around Sam and G's house to determine who had the best nose for them. It was obvious that Hetty filmed the whole video because she was not in one single frame. Each contestant was blindfolded with a clean cloth diaper, of course, and lead around the house by another contestant. None of them kept a straight face while they searched the house and listened to the Sound of Music soundtrack. Alissa and Benji participated in the contest too.

"And when did you… partake… in these strange rituals?" G asked holding his sides from laughing too much.

"When you got hospitalized for low testosterone," Hetty said, "I thought you could use some comic relief."

"And who won?" Sam asked, chuckling.

"Mr. Deeks, of course," Hetty said.

"Of course?"

"Sam, I thought you knew," G said, trying to keep a straight face. "He's the quintessential diaper changer."

The whole team eyed Deeks who blushed a deep shade of pink.

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