Anonymous: Deeks and Kensi's seventeen year old son was arrested for trespassing and is being held at LAPD.
She spots his shaggy mop of blond hair from a mile away. Deeks sees Kensi clench her jaw and he gently grasps her wrist, wordlessly reminding his wife that losing it in a police station probably isn't the best idea.
"I know," she replies, coming damn close to reading his mind. Kensi has a tendency of doing that.
But as she gets closer and her son looks up but continues to remain slouched in his chair, sporting the most defiant expression he can possibly manage, all that anger comes boiling to the surface.
"Ray Donald Deeks, what the hell were you thinking! How could you let yourself get arrested?!"
He ruffles his hair with one hand. "I wasn't arrested, mom. I wasdetained."
"Is there a difference?!"
"Yes. This won't go on my record."
"Yeah, and that's only because your father has some very nice friends at the LAPD."
Deeks nods, arms folded firmly across his chest. "I now owe one guy a ride on an aircraft carrier, another a trip to headquarters and one more a meeting with Hetty Lange."
Kensi spins around, the concern written out plainly across her face. "You can't make any of those things happen."
He shrugs. "They don't need to know that."
"Did you really… I mean…?" She shakes her head and turns back around to focus her attention on Ray. "It doesn't matter what your dad did, it matters what you did. What the hell were you thinking, anyways? Trespassing on private property?"
He appears the slightest bit more sheepish now, and begins to fiddle with one of the ties on his sweatshirt. "It was, like, a hundred degrees today, mom. We just wanted to use their pool."
She nods, a fake smile plastered on as she analyzes her son's comment. "So you and your friends hopped over the fence of a house in Beverly Hills, stripped to your boxers and dove into a random person's pool?!"
Deeks snorts and can't help but extend his hand out for a fist bump. "You've got balls, kid."
Ray laughs and punches his father's extended fist.
"No, no, no— you are not condoning this, Marty."
"Did you just call him Marty?" He looks to his father with a grimace. "I'd run for the hills, dude. You know she only does that when she's super pissed."
Kensi looks to Deeks as if she's about to explode, and he figures out what to say real fast.
"Look, Ray— your mom is right. What you did was wrong."
She nods. "Mmm-hmm. You're grounded for a month."
Ray's bright blue eyes look like they're about to pop out of his skull. "A MONTH?! Are you kidding me?!"
"No, I'm not kidding you."
He pleadingly looks to his father. "Dad?"
Deeks remains stoic though he'd love to bail his son out right now. This sounds almost exactly like something he did when he was younger.
"Listen to your mother."
Ray stands up and nearly stomps his foot. The kid sure has fight in him.
"Look, I see how bad it sounds now, but-"
"NO BUTS, RAY!" Kensi exclaims, tossing her arms up in the air. "Now let's get out of here. You're making a scene."
Ray thinks about muttering 'you're making a scene,' but internalizes it instead. He knows it was a good choice the minute he makes it.
"I'm sorry," Kensi mutters to her husband as they turn to go, and their son trails behind.
His eyebrows instantly furrow. "For what?"
She shakes her head. "I know how much you wanted to take his side. I hate that we both have to play the bad cop here."
Deeks winks, reaching for her hand. "I thought it was because you called me Marty."
Kensi smiles toothlessly and for just a moment, allows herself to exhale.
"That too."