a/n: OKAY. HI GUYS. So the past few weeks have been crazy insane, prompts everywhere, lots of free time, wooooooo. But like, I need to start to get back to life in the real world, so I'm gonna take a few days. No updates. Okay? I won't be gone that long. I promise. Just gonna take some space. I still have about a half dozen prompts, but I won't forget them, and I'll still take new ones too. Just don't expect quick replies because well, I won't touch them immediately. Not for a few days at least. Okay? THANK YOU ALL!

PS: NO I DID NOT WRITE THESE ALL TODAY I JUST FORGOT TO POST MOST OF YESTERDAY'S. KEEPING THIS ALL ORGANIZED IS STRESSFUL.

"Callie?" Kensi asked, picking lightly on her daughter's open door.

Her little girl rolled over, shielding her eyes from the light.

"Mommy, Daddy already tucked me in."

"I know he did," she said, flicking the hall light off and Callie's lamp on. "Can I join?"

Callie giggled, and pulled her cover back so that her mom could slip in. Kensi ran her fingers through Callie's long curls. "How was school this week?"

Callie shrugged. "It was okay."

"Well, I was just going through your take home folder, and I found a new discipline sheet. That doesn't sound very okay to me."

"But Mommy, that boy isn't very nice to me."

"But Callie Anne, you can't punch someone because they aren't nice to you. In fact, you're in very big trouble young lady."

Callie turned and buried her face in Kensi's chest.

"But Mommy!"

"No buts. Dad and I are very disappointed in your acting out lately." She almost added, 'Max wouldn't do anything like this' but she knew better. She knew that comparing her daughter to her son wouldn't fix anything, but maybe make it worse.

Callie still pulled tighter into her mother's chest.

"Callie, what's going on? Talk to me, baby girl. Being disappointed doesn't mean we don't love you. We want to help you, but you have to tell us why you're behavior has been so disrespectful lately."

Callie turned away and looked up at Kensi.

"Those third grade boys on the soccer field weren't playing fair with the second grade boys. And the boy I punched was teasing me."

Kensi continued to stroke her daughter's hair. The little girl was crying now, and getting more and more worked up. "And when I yelled at the boy in the library a while ago, it's because he was ripping pages out of the books. And I wouldn't let the girl play on the slide because there was a boy at the bottom who wanted to jump out and scare her!"

"Callie, baby, shhh." Kensi hushed. "If all of this is true, why haven't you said anything before?"

"Nobody listens. The only way to get their attention is to actually do something."

Kensi closed her eyes, trying to remember those days. She remembered how cruel kids could be, she remembered her own attitude had been so simular.

"I want to be like you and Daddy, Mommy. I want to help the nice kids. There are so many people who aren't nice. But nobody understands!"

Kensi shook her head, and snaked her arm around Callie's little back and pulled her in to her side.

"Baby girl, I know. Daddy and I, our jobs are hard for you to understand. Yes, there are a lot of not nice people in this world. That's what Daddy and I are here for. You don't have to worry about that. There are lots of ways you can stand up for those kids that get picked on, but you have to learn that violence isn't allowed. Okay?"

Callie nodded. She wiped her eyes with her hands in big motions. "I love you Mommy."

"I love you too," Kensi said. She felt her spirits lift, knowing her daughter's true intentions.

"But one more thing about your discipline sheet... you can't hit boys you like?"

Callie giggled, burrying her head back into her mother's chest.

"Mommy, he drives me mad! But sometimes he makes me laugh! What is this?"

Kensi smiled and kissed Callie's forehead. "If you weren't in the second grade, I might have some tips for that. Try me again in seven years."