A/N: For today's prompt: Preparing for the arrival of baby Deeks-Blye.
"Um, Kensi, why is there a naked baby on my desk?" Callen asked with casual interest. He gingerly poked it with one finger.
"Don't do that!" Kensi snapped, tugging the baby out of his reach. "And it's on your desk because there isn't room on mine."
"Then maybe it's time to clean it," Sam muttered from behind his computer. Kensi shot him a glare and hovered protectively over the baby, one hand braced low on her belly. Deeks observed the whole thing with a mixture of amusement and subdued long-suffering.
"It doesn't seem very professional to have a baby, a naked one at that, around the office," Callen persisted, which made Deeks roll his eyes and finally get to his feet.
"It's not like it's even a real baby," he pointed out, to join the growing crowd gathered around the semi-realistic plastic baby.
"You still haven't explained why you brought it here," Sam said as Kensi picked up the doll and cradled it in her arms.
"I'm practicing," she explained and at Callen's confused expression, she added, "Diapering." She shrugged nervously, clearly looking for some kind of approval.
"She is very diligent about her practice," Deeks drawled, smiling at Kensi when she glanced his way. "Has me beat for sure."
"I'm almost down to three minutes, but I keep fumbling when I go to grab the wipes." Callen stared at her for a moment, his gaze dropping between her and the doll and then laughed.
"I think that's one of the most ridiculous things I've ever heard," he said, grinning.
"Excuse me?" Kensi asked in a dangerous voice.
"Oh brother, you did not just say that," Deeks said in a low, slightly awed voice. "You do not call a pregnant lady ridiculous." He shook his head and shared a commiserating look with Sam.
"He's right, G, you are in so much trouble."
"No, it's ok," Kensi insisted, transferring the baby to her other arm. "It's fine that you think I'm ridiculous for trying to make sure I'm prepared for when our baby arrives." She grabbed the rest of the baby paraphernalia from Callen's desk. "I'll just get rid of this stuff so it doesn't bother you anymore." With that, she stalked from the room, or as much as she could at this point.
Deeks let out a low whistle, shaking his again and smirking at Kensi's receding figure with appreciation.
"You don't really think she's mad at me, do you?" Callen asked, looking a little nervous despite himself.
"She's 8 months pregnant, over flowing with hormones and you just insulted her motherly instincts," Sam replied with a wide grin that said he was enjoying every minute of this.
"Meaning I'm pretty much dead," Callen summed up and Deeks nodded again.
"So dead."
"Great."
"We'll wear something nice to your funeral," Sam offered cheerfully.