"Oh my goodness. What did he do?"

"It's Max we're talking about here, Kens. It's probably nothing. I'd be more concerned had it been Callie's teacher."

They were sitting in their son Max's 5th grade classroom. His teacher had called them in for a surprise parent teacher conference.

Generally speaking, if they're called into their children's school, it's because of their 7 year old daughter Callie. Deeks remembered being afraid of having a son that was just like him, but no. Maxwell, now 11, was pretty much an angel. Perfectly behaved, very kind. It was Callie who was his nightmare child. Wild, daring, reckless. She had good intentions, but she was a force. She took control and did as she pleased… which generally didn't go over well in school. Callie was a little Kensi, which meant that she was of course adorable and sweet, at times. But definitely the one they get most of the phone calls about.

But to be honest, he loved his kids more than life itself. He wouldn't trade his 'crazy Callie' for anything. She might give him headaches, but she's beautiful and smart and so Kensi that he can't stand it. Max is his pride and joy. His son. His daughter.

Suddenly, the classroom door opened and Maxwell's teacher, Mrs. Norris, walked in. She smiled, and approached Kensi and Deeks with her hand out.

"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Deeks, so glad you could come."

"Yes, um, Mrs. Norris. Marty and I, we're kind of concerned as to why you requested to speak with us. Is something going on with Max? Is he misbehaving?" Kensi asked nervously.

"Maxwell Deeks? Misbehaving? Never. I didn't mean to alarm you. I should have made that clear. I was actually going to let you about his actions the other day. I'm sure you recall the armed intruder situation earlier this week?"

Recalled? Ha. Recalled.

They'd been sitting in the office doing busy work when Sam came in with Callen from OPS with solemn looks on their faces. There wasn't any time wasted before Callen explained the situation.

There was a gunmen in Callie and Max's school.

Luckily, the gun wasn't even armed. No one was injured, but like hundreds of other parents, Kensi and Deeks were a wreck. They couldn't get to the school fast enough, and held their babies for far far too long that night.

"Yes, of course, we know." Deeks said.

"Well, during the situation, Max, he, he was really calm." Ms. Norris said. "But he was very aware of the situation. He asked me how he could help, which of course, I couldn't let him help. It's my job to keep him safe. But he informed me a few kids weren't in safe enough places in the classroom, still in view of the window. And suggested that if we were going to stay put, we needed to not only baracade the door, but tie the handle with a belt. Jam it. Had there been an actual shooter, Max could have potentially saved all of us. In fact, we're all going to be changing some of our protocol, as something similar also happened in Callie's classroom."

Deeks smiled at Kensi, knowingly.

The school didn't know that they were law enforcement. They have a cover to maintain. Couldn't lie about their names and the office knew, but the individual teachers… different story. But in this case, they knew it was better to tell the young teacher rather than let her think they were raising assassins. Hetty had already put her two cents in on this one.

"I just wanted to express how greatful I am for your son. Max is just a pleasure to have in my class. I don't know how he could have known those things. I've been to countless training meetings for these situations, and I just wasn't prepared."

"We appreciate you sharing with us." Deeks said. "But I think we have a confession to make."

She looked at them a little funny.

"Marty isn't a high school history teacher, and I'm not a personal trainer, as you have on your record," Kensi said.

"Kensi is a federal agent. I work with her team as an LAPD liaison with NCIS," he said.

"So Max…"

"Knew exactly how to react and what to do," Kensi added proudly.

"We're sorry we kind of lied to you before. It's the nature of the job."

The young teacher was obviously in shock.

"This is a, um, a first for me. Wow. So that's why…"

"My daughter is an angry child? Why yes, I'd say so," Kensi said.

"Hey, I monitor Callie's lunch, she's really not that angry. She's not Max, but she's got a fiery spirit. She'll do great things," Ms. Norris said.

Kensi smiled, locking eyes with her husband. She leaned into his shoulder informally. "Hey, somebody likes our kids beside us," she told Deeks. Deeks was too busy being proud to actually say anything.

They did make some pretty damn good babies.