This will probably be the last chapter for the year. I have finally finished school for good which is stressful in itself and I am then going away. I apologise if this is a short chapter and sorry about the super duper long wait.

Kensi is 9 months pregnant (yay)

"Babe go, you have to go to work. I'll be fine!" Kensi urged, Deeks had trying to stay home for the last few days because the baby was due soon, but of course he had been called in for a case this morning.

"Urgh fine, but why of all weeks did there have to be an emergency case that 'All abled-bodied personnel must be on call for' I really want to be here with you for this week, our baby is due anyday now and I really, really want to be there for that. Because that Kens, is what I classify as an emergency."

"Baby, I love you, but you have to go to work today, just make sure you as for desk duty and be on-call ME. Alright?"

"Fine, but just so you know, that was all my mushiness used up for the week in that statement" He relented with a huff of laughter.

'Boring', is the word that Kensi would use to describe the last few weeks, absolute boredom. All that had to be done now was the washing. The one chore that she absolutely detested, and although she wasn't known for being the type of girl that was scared to break a nail, the thought of touching dirty clothes that were undoubtedly coated in sweat and even though they were hers, was disgusting, so naturally it was the last chore to be done which meant that they sat for longer getting smellier. I know, terrible logic. But, sadly it couldn't be left for any longer.

After Deeks had left that morning, Kensi had spent a better part of the morning soaking in the tub, which by the way was incredibly hard to get out of herself. Feeling relaxed and somewhat more alive, she started gathering the clothes that were spread out throughout the house. As she bent to pick up a pair of pants off of the floor, she felt a tell tale warmth trickle down her legs and a sharp crushing pain radiating from her stomach. She let out an anguished grunt as she stood and made her way to the kitchen where she had left her phone.

Picking it up and pressing 1 on her speed dial, she prayed to god that Deeks was going to pick up his phone. After the 4th ring he picked up just as another contraction gripped her stomach causing her to cry down the phone. "Deeks...in...labour...meet at hospital." She quickly hung up cutting off Deeks as he started to panick, Sam and Callen will take care of him, and dialled 911 asking, no more like begging for an ambulance. Jesus these contractions are painful.

Deeks ran into the hospital in a complete state of panic, after Kens had rung him then abruptly hung up on him, it had taken Hetty, Granger, Sam and Callen to stop panicking and make it to the hospital on time. And let me tell you there is nothing more scary then Granger in your face telling you to 'snap out of it'.

Running up to the first counter he saw, he demanded where he could find her. After he once again took off down the hallway determined to find her in time, he burst in the waiting room to find her being wheeled into the delivery room opposite it. "Kens, I'm here" He shouted getting her attention and a cry of relief from her. For even though she was as tough as they come, no one should go through this kind of thing alone. Deeks took a moment to calm himself before following the flow of nurses and doctors into the room.

For Kensi it had seemed like ages that she had been in labour. She had felt some intense pain in her life and nothing quite compared to the crushing contractions. Lying back down on the bed she blindly reached out for Deeks knowing that he was there and clung on to his hand like it was her safety net, and I guess in a way it was.

A call from the back of the room alerted her to the fact of the other people around her telling her what to do. Another contraction rocked her as she crushed Deeks hand in her own. She could hear him whispering words of encouragement to her and she was pretty sure that his hand was now broken after she heard his soft curses. "Kensi I'm going to need you to push with the next contraction, okay dear?" a sweet old nurse told me, her gentle face creasing with determination to get our son out of me.

"OKAY! Arrrghhhhh" Mother of God was that painful, it felt like a steel band crushing my stomach as I pushed. After a few more pushes a piercing cry filled the cramped room. The cry of my son.

Our son.

Next we will see Kensi and Deeks adapting to life as parents of a newborn. But as l said at the start, that won't be until next year. Please review even though it is a shorter chapter, I promise that the next one will make up for it. Merry Christmas and a happy new year :)