Prompt: I really enjoy your densi fics. I was wondering if you could do one where Deeks finishes a deep undercover assignment and comes home to find out Kensi is pregnant.
A/N: This could take place any time in the last few seasons and is slightly AU.
"Hey, Deeks."
Deeks flailed in his seat, knocking away the hand that nudged his shoulder, and coming awake instantly. It took a few more seconds for him to realize he was in a car and not a the rundown apartment that had been his home for the last 8 weeks and the hand belonged to his undercover partner.
Wincing, Deeks released his vice-like grip on Paul Nelson and pushed himself up in the passenger seat. Paul glanced over at him, one hand settled on the steering wheel as he pulled into a parking lot outside a Macdonald's. Even in the dark shadows of the car's interior, Deeks could see concern in his eyes.
"You ok, Deeks?" he asked.
Rubbing the remains of sleep out of his eyes, Deeks nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. Sorry I fell asleep."
"No problem, I think you earned it."
Deeks he supposed he had. This time around he'd been yet another pillar of society: a pawnshop owner who made illegal sales in the back of the shop. It wasn't the most dangerous op ever, but he'd hated taking advantage of people down on their luck in order to maintain his cover.
He was silent again, ruminating on it all, until Paul nudged his shoulder again,.
"I was going to grab a sandwich, do you want anything?" he offered.
"Nah, I just want to get home."
Kensi sat on the couch, one foot jiggling as she waited. She'd received a two-word text from Deeks 3 hours ago, "it's done", and even though it had been after midnight, she knew there was no way she'd fall asleep. So instead she paced around the house for an hour before curling up on the couch.
This would be the first time she'd see Deeks since he left. His partner, an FBI agent, provided occasional updates, but they were little more than assuring the team Deeks was still alive. As much as Kensi appreciated his efforts, she still hated being separated from Deeks, and most of all, not being able to protect him.
She bunched the sleeves of her t—shirt-technically Deeks' shirt—around her hands. Maybe it was cliche, but Kensi had missed Deeks even more than usual and needed the comfort of his scent and the familiar feeling of the fabric against her skin. She'd needed a lot of comfort lately.
Without thinking, Kensi cradled her stomach, thoughts turning to the tiny life inside. When the nausea and unpredictable emotions hit a few weeks after Deeks left, she assumed it was the result of prolonged anxiety.
Then one morning while she was munching on the plainest cookies she could find, something clicked. Two pregnancy tests and two very red lines later, she had her answer. Despite her excitement, the moment was unbearably bittersweet with Deeks' absence.
The loud noise of the front door being unlocked echoed through the nearly silent house, and Kensi hastily untangled her stiff legs as Deeks slipped through the door. She rushed to him, rocking him back with the force of her embrace.
"Oh my god, baby, I missed you so much," Kensi murmured, looping her arms around his neck. Deeks clung to her, rocking back and forth slightly for several long moments. He pressed his face into the crook of her neck with a small whimper.
"Missed you too."
Kensi eased back just enough to reach her hand between them and brushed his overgrown bangs from his forehead.
"Oh, Sweetie, you look so tired." His usual tan was faded from limited time in the sun, emphasizing the grayness around his eyes.
"Didn't get much sleep the last week," he explained in a rough voice. "Or really before that. But the guy we took down did most of his business at night and he wanted me to prove myself. Made it as nasty as he could."
"I'm sorry," Kensi said, rubbing her hand down his back. He shrugged as though he didn't have the energy for more. "Did you eat anything?" she continued, running her hands over his torso. "You feel skinnier."
That was kind of an understatement. Kensi was slightly horrified by how loosely his t-shirt hung and how easily she felt his ribs underneath.
His response was a little delayed. "No."
"Ok, come in the kitchen and I'll make you something," she offered. Deeks took her hand, following her along without protest, sinking onto one of the chairs while she threw together some leftovers.
She places a bowl of steaming food in front of him a few minutes later. Deeks offered her a crooked, if tired smile, chin supported by his fist before taking a bite.
"Now I know you must be starving. You didn't even comment about the dry chicken or how surprised you are that I didn't blow up the stove."
Deeks chuckled softly, the sound barely audible, and gave another tired sigh.
"Kens, I've been living out increasingly bad takeout. This is the best thing I've eaten in weeks," he said, taking another bite. He pulled a slight face. "The floor's a little dirty though."
Kensi shook her head, for once grateful for the jokes at her expense.
"I'll get the vacuum out first thing in the morning," she promised.
He continued eating for a few more minutes before stalling out about half way through. His eyes looked a little distant, almost defeated, as he stared down at the table.
Kensi brushed his hair back again, shifting her hand down to cup his cheek.
"Hey, be honest with me, how bad was it this time?" She braced herself, waiting for the worst. There was a reason Deeks was sought out for deep covers like this.
"No, it wasn't that bad," he insisted. "Sometimes I just get so sick of doing this kind of thing though. Of conning little old ladies out of their husband's watches because in the grand scheme of things it's for the greater good." He sighed heavily, not managing a smile this time. "Ignore me. I'm just feeling sorry for myself."
"Don't apologize, Deeks. These cases take a toll on anyone," Kensi told him. Her heart ached for him, like it did whenever he was so low. "What can I do to make it better?"
"Another hug," he whispered hopefully. Kensi leaned over the table, wrapping her arms around his torso.
"I don't know if know is exactly the right time," Kensi whispered after a minute. "But, um, I have a surprise that might cheer you up."
"What kind of surprise?" Deeks asked, showing the most interest she'd seen in the last half hour.
"Just wait." Kensi held up a finger, running to the master bathroom to grab a little plastic baggy. She hurried back to the kitchen, hand tucked behind her back. "I wanted to wrap it, but didn't exactly have a chance," she said, offering the bag to Deeks.
He accepted it with a raised eyebrow as he dumped out the contents. He squinted for a second before his eyes widened with sudden understanding and he glanced up, mouth open slightly.
"Baby, is this—are these positive pregnancy tests?"
"Uh-huh." She pressed her lips together.
"We're pregnant?" he whispered, sounding stunned.
"Pretty sure," Kensi said, tears filling her eyes as he let out a choked sound.
"Oh my god." He stood up and grasped Kensi around the waist, gently spinning in a circle. Cupping the back of her head, drawing her in for a kiss.
"I take it you're happy," Kensi joked when they parted, and he snorted, eyes shining with as many tears as hers.
"This is the best surprise ever," he confirmed. "Are you happy? I know we definitely didn't plan getting pregnant right now."
"Yes." She nodded simply. "Having you back, having our baby, it's everything I want."
"Me too."
As Deeks got to his knees and lifted her shirt to kiss her stomach, Kensi knew she meant every word. This was her world.
A/N: I realize that the tone kind of changes quickly, but I didn't want to play the whole "this is too dangerous" line again. I view it as Deeks getting good news just when he needs it.