"Something wrong, Deeks?" Callen couldn't help but notice how the Detective seemed antsy. On edge, almost.
"Nah," he said. "I think its all in my head. Have either of you seen Kensi this morning?"
"Lost your wife already Deeks?" Sam teased.
"You know as well as I do that she does what she wants and goes where she pleases."
"She's in the armory with Nell," Eric chirped, walking by on the way to Hetty's office.
"Thanks Beale!" Deeks called, relaxing.
"Come on Deeks, G's right. Something's not sitting well with you." Sam said. "Its nothing guys. Leave it alone."
"Deeks…" Callen began. "I think she's pregnant, okay? Promise me you won't tell her. She'll kill me."
"What makes you think she's pregnant?" Sam asked. "She's just acting weird, appetite things and emotions… and just some of the stuff she's saying. It just makes me think she is. A lot."
"What if she is? You okay with it?" Callen asked.
"Absolutely. 100%. She's amazing. I love her, I want this with her."
"Then there's nothing to worry about then. You'd be a great father, she'd be a great mother, even if she doesn't think she would be," Callen said.
"I guess you're right," Deeks said, sitting down.
"She's probably not pregnant anyway," Sam reasoned. "I mean, how abnormal is her behavior anyway? It's Kensi we're talking about."
"He's got a point Deeks." Callen said.
"You know what, you guys are right. There's no way she's pregnant. She would have told me by now anyway."
"See, free marriage advice. You're welcome," Sam said, smiling.
"Thanks for doing this, Nell."
"No problem, Kensi. Its a great opportunity for me, and I'm so excited for you!"
Kensi took a deep breath. It was all going to be okay.
"You feeling okay? You look a little sick," Nell said.
"Yeah. Just nervous about telling Deeks that I'm pregnant."