A/N: For today's prompt: Kensi and Deeks take their grandkids to the skating rink where it all began. Obviously takes place many years in the future.

"Grandpa, I thought we were going ice skating," five year old Emery complained, kicking at a stone. She hurried to catch with them, her little feet smacking loudly against the concrete.

"We are, but first I want to tell you a story," Deeks told her, glancing up to include his and Kensi's two older grandchildren, Alex and Grace.

"Is this a good story, like the one about that Russian guy who crashed your wedding or the kind where you talk about being a homeless guy?" Alex asked. He flipped his white blonde bangs out of his eyes. At 14, he was tall and lanky, and in that awkward stage between childhood and adolescence.

Grace, his twin and polar opposite in many ways, smacked his arm, sending him a glare reminded him irresistibly of Kensi.

"Alex, that's rude," she told him. Alex rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath that made Grace step toward him, the threat of violence implicit.

"Ok, you two," Kensi interrupted before they could truly start fighting. "This is supposed to be a nice day, remember? You can beat each other up when you get home." She swept a long gray curl behind her ear, waiting for them to nod begrudgingly.

"This is taking forever," Emery groaned, letting her head hang between her shoulders while she adopted a woeful expression.

Deeks grinned and scooped her up onto his shoulder. She giggled, grabbing little fistfuls of his shirt to keep her balance.

"Alright, c'mon munchkins, follow me," he instructed, leading them over to the other side of the rink. "Here's where it happened." He set Emery back down, gesturing for the twins to come closer and gestured grandly to the sparsely populated ice.

"This is where what happened?" Grace asked, leaning over the rink to watch a couple weaving in between each other as they skated backwards.

"Your grandma asked me out."

"I though Mom always said you guys met at work," Alex said. "When you were federal agents or whatever."

"We did meet at work, but this is where she asked me to-" he turned to Kensi, extending a hand and she took it, slipping under his arm, "What did you call it?"

"All-in," she answered with a small smile and for a moment it was just the two of them.

"That's really sweet," Grace said, looking a little dreamy eyed. "Tell us the whole story. I want every detail."

Alex rolled his eyes, but Deeks noticed he didn't back away like he normally would when he was truly bored.

"Why don't you tell them?" he suggested to Kensi.

"Well, it was right before Christmas and your grandpa was skating around, acting like a fool," she began.

"I was fabulous." Emery giggled, but Kensi ignored his interruption.

"Anyway, I got him to stop messing around eventually and I told him I wanted to be bold and be together. And thankfully he agreed.

"Awww," Grace commented.

"And then we kissed," Deeks added.

"Ew, why would you tell us that?" Alex complained.

"Oh come on, where do you think you guys came from?"

"Deeks!" Kensi said, lightly smacking his arm, and giving him an admonishing look he'd seen thousands of times before. Alex made a disgusted sound while Emery merely looked confused.

"Where did we come from?" she asked curiously, glancing up at Deeks. Grace started to say something and Kensi quickly grabbed her hand and gave Deeks a shove in the direction of the main building.

"And it's time to get ice skates," she said firmly. Deeks smirked as she spent the rest of the walk dodging Emery's questions.

He paused, glancing back at the rink one more time. It really was the best decision he'd ever made.