A/N: My first post-series finale fic that I wrote. Features the Deeks family and team.

Deeks stepped in through the patio door, a blast of cool air shocking compared to the heat outside. What had started out as a suggestion of drinks with Sam yesterday had turned into a full-blown cookout with the inclusion of Anna and Callen.

Quietly padding through the house, he found Kensi curled up with one year old Caleb cradled against her chest. She'd brought him inside to escape the heat for a little while she nursed him. She looked up from her phone with a smile as he walked in.

"Hey, I thought you were manning the grill."

"Hotdogs, hamburgers, and fowl all cooked," Deeks replied, leaving over to kiss the top of Caleb's head. Caleb looked out of the corner of his eye, distracted from his current task.

"I really wish you would quit calling the chicken that," Kensi said with a roll of her eyes.

"So why aren't you being the gracious and enigmatic host?"

Deeks shrugged. "I missed you guys."

"Oh, well that's a very good reason," Kensi decided, kissing Caleb's cheek. "You're going to be too big for me to hold like that soon," she told him, rearranging her shirt.

Caleb regarded her seriously for a second, the smiled, revealing to tiny white bottom teeth.

"How's everybody doing out there?"

"Well, I heard Callen talking with Rosa about the best way to dissolve a body and I'm pretty sure Sam's giving Sophia state secrets," Deeks responded flippantly.

"Excellent," Kensi said with a nod. "Can you take him back outside?" She stood, giving him a last squeeze.

"Yep. You need anything?"

"Just this." Kensi beckoned to him, drawing him closer by the back of his neck, kissing him soundly. "Now I'm perfect."

"Mm, me too," Deeks murmured. Between them, Caleb made a smacking noise, looking at each of them expectantly. "And a kiss for baby too," he added, kissing his round little cheek.

"Ok, I'll be out in a few minutes. I gotta cut up some more fruit."

When Deeks walked back out, things were much the same as he'd left them, though Anna was now standing with Rosa and Callen, and they seemed to be mapping out some kind of game in the grass.

Deeks wandered over a few yards where Sam sat on a lawn chair, Caleb's twin, Sophia, balanced on his knee. "Uncle Sam," Sam coached her slowly, emphasizing each sound.

"Dee," she said.

"That was a good try, but not quite. Watch my mouth. Ssssam."

Sophia screwed up her little face. "Deeeee!"

"We're still kind of working on the basics," Deeks informed Sam with a smile. "Like mom, dad, up. We're very good at saying 'no'."

"No!" Sophia and Caleb shouted together right on cue, reaching for each other.

Deeks set Caleb on his feet, letting the little boy hold onto his index fingers as he toddled forward to his sister. Sam set her on the ground with a reluctant sigh.

"You know, I swear the only reason you come around anymore is for the babies," Deeks teased him.

"So what if I do? Nothing like a baby's laugh," Sam said without any embarrassment.

"You got that right, brother." They watched the twins "talk" to each other in a combination of almost words and incomprehensible jargon. Apparently it made perfect sense to them though.

"The one you should be questioning is Mr. I-Don't-Know-If-I-Want-Kids over there," Sam told him, pointing across the yard. "Every time I come here, he manages to find some excuse to tag along."

"Hey, we're happy to have you guys. Makes up for not seeing you every day at work," Deeks said.

Picking Caleb up under his armpits, Deeks swung him around to face him, then tossed him a few feet in the air. Caleb squealed, face delighted as he safely landed back in Deeks' hands.

"Mo!" he shouted, clapping his hands together. Grinning, Deeks obliged. Sophia pulled herself up using Sam's leg as leverage, clinging with one hand as she reached towards Deeks with the other, and chanted,

"Da! Da! Da!"

"Of course I wouldn't forget my baby girl," Deeks crooned, giving her a couple turns.

"Which is why you're going to be in so much trouble when she gets older," Kensi observed, approaching them with a partitioned plate full of strawberries, watermelon, and blueberries.

"Heh, tell me about it," Sam chuckled.

"Bebe?" Sophia requested, pointing to the plate and Kensi handed a halved strawberry to her. Caleb chose "meme" (watermelon).

Sam winced as a sticky had grabbed onto his clean shorts.

"Yeah, you're probably going to wanna keep your distance until these guys are done and we have a chance to hose 'em down," Deeks suggested wisely.

"Oh, Uncle Sammie wouldn't mind a little stickiness for his favorite little niece and nephew, would he?" Kensi asked innocently.

"First of all, it's Uncle Sam and they're my only little nephew and niece at the moment. And I'll change diapers and burp them, but I draw the line at sticky and gooey," he disagreed. "But I bet their Uncle Grisha would feel differently."

"Ok, but last chance to smell like strawberries and watermelon for the rest of the day. No takers? Fine." Letting Kensi take Caleb, he hefted Sophia onto his hip, ruffling her golden-brown curls. "There's more beer in the white cooler if you want it."

Stepping into the grass, they made their way over to Sam, Callen, and Rosa.

"You guys give up on the game?" Deeks asked.

"Callen wanted to play volleyball, but Rosa and I convinced him it was too hot," she explained, nodding hopefully at Sophia. Kensi handed her over with a good-natured smile.

"And also really difficult without a net."

"So why's Sam pouting?" Callen asked.

"He was trying to get the kids to say his name." Deeks pulled a face. "Sophia keeps calling him "Dee" for some reason."

Callen snorted, face breaking into a delighted grin. "Really?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Uh, I've been teaching them to call him Mr. T," he said, barely containing his amusement.

"Dee!" Caleb shouted excitedly while Sophia pointed and waved at Sam.

"Oh no, Callen, you didn't," Kensi said, covering her mouth. Rosa just laughed outright.

"That is amazing," Deeks chuckled.

"I honestly didn't think they'd pick it up that quick."

"Callen, that's terrible," Anna admonished him. "Funny, but really, really terrible."

"Hey, this stays between us for now," Callen said, looking between them.

"Of course," Kensi agreed.

"Or, at least until the twins learn to pronounce 't'," Deeks amended.

"And Mister," Rosa added under her breath.

A/N: Yes, I'm sticking with twins and their names are officially Caleb and Sophia. Also, they're very fresh one-year olds, which is why their words still sound more baby like.