a/n: Someone out there's probably wondering hey I thought she was gonna quit writing? Why, yes I am, at least in the ff world. However, I've decided that I can write a little more. I will 'retire' from fan fiction at the conclusion of my summer break from school. I just don't have the time. Meanwhile, my inbox is open on Tumblr and is ready for prompts :)

This drabble is awful and I hate it, but it was a request from a reviewer for a follow up to chapter 66.

She's pretty sure she's never cried this much over a work injury before.

Yes, the bullet that grazed her left hip smarted. Yeah, it bled. Sure, she had to get it cleaned by the paramedics.

But she shouldn't have freaked out.

When she first felt the sting of the bullet against her skin, a moment of fear rushed through her. Deeks shot the shooter, taking him down with one quick bullet.

She knew babies didn't grow on hips, but that meant nothing. Damn it, what if she went and got their baby killed? Before Deeks even knew he was going to be a father? It was something she just didn't know how to handle. Her emotions were out of whack anyway thanks to pregnancy hormones. She was terrified.

Deeks tried to console her, but besides being terrified, she was stubborn as hell. Deeks couldn't understand Kensi's frenzy, as she'd been injured before and never once had a reaction like this. When the paramedics arrived, she basically leapt into the back of the ambulance, wincing and trying to ignore her evident pain. The paramedic was a nice, sweet girl. As she settled in front of the girl she said immediately, "I'm pregnant."

The paramedic smiled at Kensi, taking a look at her wound. "Congratulations, hun," the lady said.

"Is the baby okay?" Kensi asked, as she felt the burn of getting her wound cleaned.

The paramedic continued to smile, tending gently to the agent's wound. "Darling, if this is your only injury, your baby is absolutely fine. However, if you're pregnant, you probably don't want to be in the field for too much longer."

Kensi was quickly cleaned and bandaged, and released to Deeks. She was only slightly embarrassed. Yeah, she'd overreacted. But it was her child's life here and that was not something to be taken lightly. As she slowly eased her sore hip into the passenger seat of her SRX, she realized she'd have a lot of explaining to do.

Not really the ideal way to tell him their good news.

He started the car, turning on the AC, but not making any effort to move the car. He looked at her. "I think we need to talk, Kens."

She took a deep breath, but before she could make words work, he was talking again.

"I'm not mad at you, but damn it. It's terrifying enough to see you get hurt, but to see you frea…"

"Deeks."

"Sorry," he paused. "I'll listen."

"I'm pregnant."

"You're, you're… what?"

"Pregnant," she said, grabbing his hand off of the console and placing it across her stomach, gracefully avoiding her hip. "Pregnant," she said again, over pronouncing her p.

"You're, you're serious?"

"I mean, I think you'd be terrified too if you almost got our baby killed."

"Kens," he whispered, pulling her chin towards him, kissing her. "This is amazing."

"This wasn't how I wanted to tell you."

"You didn't almost get her killed either. But you're so not going out in the field again."

"I'm like 10 weeks, Deeks. And when did the baby become a girl?"

"About two minutes ago, when you said 'I'm pregnant.'"

"Wow."

"Hey, I love you. Let's get you home. I hate that you're hurt."

"It's just a scratch."

He glared at her. "Well, you're getting pampered anyway. Momma's deserve the very best."