A/N: This was written post "New Beginnings, Part 1". I know the timeline doesn't really work, but I'm ignoring that for the sake of the story.
"You know, it's funny," Rosa commented as Deeks drove her to pick up a few supplies for the wedding. It was one of the times she'd agreed to relinquish her driving privileges since she'd earned her license.
"Hey, you should know by now that I like to sing in the shower," Deeks joked at his own expense.
"No, I'm not talking about that. Though I didn't know you could reach a note that high. It was really impressive."
"Thank you. I've been practicing."
"Actually, I was talking about Kensi. I ate some of your leftover shawarma—"
"Oh my god, are you ok?" Deeks interrupted, swiveling to Rosa with a concerned look. Kensi had been sick for three days straight and was still feeling touchy nearly a week later.
"I'm completely fine, Marty," Rosa assured him. "That's the thing. I ate quite a bit and I never felt sick at all."
"That is kind of weird," Deeks agreed, grimacing a little at the thought of both Deeks ladies eating his week-old leftovers. "Also, I'm really concerned about both of your tastebuds."
"It tasted fine to me."
"Just like your mother." Rosa rolled her eyes at his teasing.
"Anyway, I just think it's strange that only one of us got sick."
Even stranger was Kensi's newfound caution around food. He understood she was still squeamish off and on and didn't want to risk another flare of symptoms, but he'd once watched Kensi consume a greasy bacon, egg, and cheese breakfast sandwich the day after a nasty bout of stomach flu. It was alarming to see her turn down a fresh Boston crème donut with a shudder.
"Yeah, me too. Well, hopefully it clears up soon, cause I don't think Kensi can take another week of bananas and applesauce."