For today's prompt: Densi dealing with school stuff for the first time.
"How do I look?" Kensi asked as Deeks came around from the driver's side of the truck. She gave a little spin to shake out any wrinkles, nervously waiting for his assessment.
"You look fantastic," he said sincerely. She'd chosen a dark blue, knee length dress, paired with black wedge heels and light make up. Maybe it was a little dressy for parent teacher conferences, but Kensi wasn't about to be one of those pajama parents her first time around. "What about me?" Deeks lifted his arms from his sides.
"I don't know why you're worried about how you look, ladies always love you at these things," Kensi said with a roll of her eyes. "But you look fine."
Fine was a bit of an understatement. Deeks had decided to wear a light blue dress shirt, a tie and charcoal slacks that hugged his thighs and butt. He'd even gone so far as to comb his hair so it curled neatly at the edge of his collar. He looked hot, but now was not the time to get caught up in lusty thoughts. They could do that later, assuming this meeting went well.
"Do you think they really have all the parents come in?" Deeks asked, not for the first time. "I swear the only times my mom had to come to my schools was when I got in trouble."
"It's going to be fine," Kensi said with confidence she didn't entirely feel. Linking her fingers with his, she sighed deeply and they started walking towards Caleb's school. Hetty had helped them get a spot in a small private school that originally had a waiting list of five years. She could only imagine the favors Hetty had called in on their behalf.
After signing in, they were shown to Caleb's classroom where his kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Reczeck, was waiting by the door. Kensi could feel Deeks' pulse start to speed up against her palm and she gave him a reassuring squeeze.
"Mr. and Mrs. Deeks, I'm so glad you were able to make it," Mrs. Reczeck said warmly, ushering them into the room. "Caleb talks about you all the time."
"Fantastic," Deeks muttered under his breath.
"Have a seat and then we can talk about what Caleb's been doing this year in class."
"All good I'm sure," Deeks said with a forced chuckle and Kensi glared at him.
"For the most part," Mrs. Reczeck agreed, sitting across from them. Kensi had the very bizarre and uncomfortable feeling that she was back in grade school, being scolded for punching a bully. "Now to begin with, I have to commend you on the care you've taken to expand Caleb's exposure to language and writing. He's one of our best writers and readers."
"We read with him every night," Kensi offered with a weak smile.
"And it shows. Caleb also has quite the imagination. I have some pictures that he's drawn." She started to reach for a folder and Deeks groaned,
"Oh dear lord." As Kensi blurted out,
"We can explain it!" Mrs. Reczeck straightened with a slightly bewildered expression.
"Explain what?" she asked.
"Listen, we're both in law enforcement," Deeks explained, gesturing between himself and Kensi, "and we're always very careful about what we say around Caleb, but he's bound to hear things and he knows we carry guns, so if he's ever talked about that or tried to arrest anyone…he doesn't mean anything by it."
"And we always keep our weapons secured," Kensi added hastily.
"I see," Mrs. Reczeck said slowly, looking a little shocked. She cleared her throat awkwardly. "Well, that is good to know. But Caleb has never done anything of that nature. I was actually going to show you some lovely pictures he drew of your family."
"Oh," Kensi said slightly sheepishly.
"He loves to talk about his Uncles and Aunts and the baby sister he hopes to have some day. Would like to see them?"
"That would be lovely," Deeks answered meekly. Mrs. Reczeck reached for the folder again and removed a handful of drawings. The top one showed the entire team, plus Kensi and Deeks and Roberta and Julia standing in what looked like a field of grass, next to a brown triangle labeled "my hous". For some reason Nell and Sam were floating in mid-air, but overall there was an impressive amount of detail. At the very top, he'd written, "my famlee".
"Oh my goodness," Kensi said, reaching for Deeks hand again and feeling remarkably close to tears.
"He's an amazing artist. Now why don't you two spend a few minutes with those while I gather the rest of Caleb's papers."
They spent the next twenty minutes reviewing Caleb's first quarter grades and accomplishments. He struggled a little with counting and naming numbers, but he'd inherited the Deeks-Blye stubborn determination which had kept him on track so far.
When it was time for them to leave, Mrs. Reczeck showed them out with slightly less enthusiasm than when they'd arrived. Kensi waited until they were in the parking lot before she spoke.
"I can't believe you said all that about the guns and him arresting people," she hissed.
"You started it," Deeks pointed out and after a moment she nodded her head.
"I guess I did." She sighed hugely, leaning into his shoulder. "Well, I'm guessing we're not gonna get the parent of the year award."
"Do you think they'll kick him out after this?"
"Meh, probably," Kensi answered honestly, too tired now after all the anticipation to actually get that worked up. "At least he's doing well academically."
"And he didn't try to arrest anyone," Deeks added.