Prompt: I just wanted to say that I love your work and wanted to ask if you can write a story where Kensi is pregnant and Deeks and her haven't told the team yet, but then Kensi gets in trouble (kidnapped or something) and in all the panic Deeks tells the team they're having a baby and then of course they find her and everyone is happy!
(post season 14)
"What do you think? Can you tell that I'm 13 weeks pregnant?"
Deeks tilted his head, considering her outfit since she'd asked. She lifted her arms, turning in a slow circle. Her shirt was slightly looser than typical, but otherwise, Deeks didn't see any obvious signs.
Of course, there were the little things. Like the actual glow to her cheeks, or the way she occasionally placed her hand on her stomach without realizing.
"Nope. You're good," he confirmed.
"Great." Kensi sighed, slipping on a pair of shoes.
"You know somebody's going to figure it out pretty soon though, right?"
"Deeks, we agreed—"
"I know," Deeks assured her, gently cupping her shoulders. "I want to keep this just between our family for a while too. But let's face it; we work with a bunch of investigative experts. On top of that, Sam has two kids. Somebody's bound to pick up on your sudden disdain for anything with corn."
"You're right." Kensi sighed, this time regret in the sound. "I just wanted this to be ours without worrying about other people's opinions. "It's been so nice. Just the two of us. Well, four." She laughed soft, and pressed her forehead against Deeks'. "I love you."
"I love you too. And it's going to be fine."
"So Johnson isn't talking?" Callen asked, and Deeks shook his head.
"Nope. Sam even glared at him for a full minute. I threw a lot of legal jargon at him. He's not biting," Deeks said.
"He seemed smug," Sam added.
"Did Fatima and Kensi get anywhere?" Resting his hand on the back of his desk chair, Deeks nodded at Rountree.
"I haven't heard from them yet," Rountree answered.
In lieu of their usual pairings, Deeks and Sam had been sent to retrieve the suspect in a murder, while Fatima and Kensi went to interview the dead man's wife. Deeks couldn't deny that he as somewhat relieved at Kensi being out of the direct line of fire. He knew she could still take care of herself, but it didn't mean he liked it.
"Ok, check in with them when we're done here," Called decided. "If a Johnson isn't giving us anything, we'll need to find something on him that'll give him some inspiration."
"I'll start digging—" Rountree started to say, then interrupted himself, raising a finger. "Incoming call from Fatima. Hey, what's up—woah, woah, slowly down! What happened?"
Deeks leaned forward, his stomach clenching at Rountree's tone.
"Devin, what's going on?" Sam asked, but Rountree held up his hand, putting his head down as he listened. "No, it's ok. It's not your fault. I'm gonna call LAPD right now."
"Rountree," Callen prompted as he ended the call. Licking his lips, Rountree's gaze flickered between them, lingering on Deeks for a few extra seconds.
"Kensi and Fatima were mid-way through their interview when Kensi heard a noise. The wife insisted it was nothing. Kensi went to investigate anyway and someone opened fire. Fatima says there were at least three armed men." His eyes flicked to Deeks again. "They took Kensi."
Deeks vision swam, and for a second, it felt like all the air had been sucked from his lungs, and his knees started to buckle. Kensi needed him. He shook off the disorientation, anger filling him along with the desperate need to destroy something.
"Deeks, you ok?" Sam asked softly, but Deeks ignored him, focusing on Rountree. If he focused on getting Kensi back, he would be ok.
"When did it happen? Did Fatima see who took her?"
"A couple minutes before she called. And she said they were masked. I'm sorry, Deeks."
"It's not your fault," Deeks murmured, echoing Rountree's own reassurance. He dragged a hand through his hair, desperately trying to keep his mind from spiraling, yet all he could think of was Kensi dead somewhere. And the twins—
"Deeks, we're going to find here," Sam assured him. "We always do."
"Then why are still standing around talking? We need to get out there before they get too far," Deeks said, spinning around with the intent of heading for the armory.
"Hey, Deeks, we've been here before, and rushing in never works," Callen warned him, putting a hand on Deeks' shoulder.
He shook it off, more aggressively than he normally would. "It's not just about Kensi," he snapped.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, suspicion in his voice, and some of Deeks' anger dissipated, replaced by fear again, and grief.
"She's pregnant," he whispered. "Kensi's pregnant."