Prompt from Aprylynn - Densi Hug from behind

Kensi looks in the mirror in the dressing area at the mission, adjusting her pants and shirt awkwardly. "You know I'm not happy about this right?"

"Well, it is the only logical choice Ms. Blye, unless you are planning on sending Miss Jones in your place?" Hetty responds, offering a curt smile.

Kensi turns sideways, checking out her profile. "Does it look fake?"

"No my dear, in fact I think it looks quite…natural."

Kensi chuckles softly and rubs her prosthetic baby bump. "If you say so."

"You guys ready for this?" Callen asks of his team in the rearview mirror, pulling the Excursion into an alley close to the Marina del Rey harbor and parking behind one of their Mercedes'.

Kensi and Deeks share a nervous look. "What?" "Ready for this?" "That's funny." "Hahaha." They both ramble over each in other in response.

"Ready for the case," Sam says, rolling his eyes.

Deeks tugs at his jacket nonchalantly. "Ready to be a dad to a fake baby? It's just like I'm back in college."

Kensi looks at him, disgusted. "Tacky." Deeks nods his head in apology.

"Okay, if we can get to the real point of being here," Callen says, agitation growing. "You two, backstory?"

"Husband and wife, work for NSA, baby on the way, turning traitor and selling secrets to the baddies so they can retire in the Bahamas and raise their baby on the beach, but not really cause this is all some really extreme double-sided plot with the CIA slash NSA slash FBI slash somehow now NCIS." Deeks looks proud of himself.

Kensi pulls out a flash drive from her purse. "Thanks for the full movie synopsis Deeks. We get them the flash drive, give them the bank account information in the Cayman Islands, and we're out." Sam and Callen nod in agreement, and Kensi and Deeks climb out of the SUV and get into the Mercedes, driving towards the boat owned by the Iranian attempting obtain secrets that could put thousands of Americans in danger.

Deeks looks over at Kensi as he parks the car. "You good?"

Kensi breathes in deeply and rubs her fake belly. "Yeah. Ready."

The pair exits the vehicle and approaches the boat cautiously. As they walk up the boat ramp two men appear on opposite ends of the boat with their guns raised. "Whoa," Deeks says, trying to position himself between Kensi and the two men. "We're not armed."

"Give us the drive," armed bad guy on the left says in a thick accent.

Kensi retrieves the flash drive from her purse and holds in the air, twisting her hands to show that is all she is holding. Deeks walks it up the ramp and the other man meets him halfway to grab the flash drive. He exchanges it for a business card.

"We need to get paid," Kensi says firmly.

"Call the number on the card and give him your information."

"I don't know if that's good enough," Kensi responds. Deeks sends a warning look to her but she doesn't meet his eyes.

"If it is not, you know where to find us." The two men disappear into the cabin of the boat, leaving Kensi and Deeks on the ramp alone. They both walk backwards off of the ramp, waiting until they're a good distance from the boat before turning and walking back to the Mercedes.

"I thought we were in and out? Why were you egging them on?" Deeks asks accusingly.

"We're trying to sell a cover Deeks. The whole point was to get paid right?"

Deeks sighs and opens her car door. "You've got to start being more cautious Kensi. In and out, nothing unnecessary." He slams her door and slides in the driver seat.

"Nothing happened Deeks. We're okay, aren't we?"

Deeks rubs her left knee. "This time."

She covers his hand with hers and intertwines her fingers in his. "And next time, and every other time. I have your back and you've got mine."

Deeks turns to look at her and smiles. "Always."

Kensi steps out from behind the dressing curtain and tosses her prosthetic belly onto a chair. She stands in front of the mirror again, smoothing her t-shirt down over her jeans. She sees her partner approach behind her and smiles.

"Back to belly-less again I see," he says, sliding his arms around her waist and kissing her on the neck. He rubs one hand gently across her stomach. "Still not ready to tell everybody yet?"

"No," Kensi replies firmly. "As soon as they find out I'll be stuck on desk duty or up in Ops." She shudders overdramatically.

"You know that's what I want and that you're driving me crazy with worry every time we go out into a dangerous situation, right?"

Kensi nods. "I know. Soon, I promise. I just don't know if I'm ready for that big of a change yet."

Deeks meets her eyes in the mirror and kisses her cheek. "Okay, I'll give you more time. Cause pretty soon, everything is gonna change."