Deeks stormed into Rosa's high school, Kensi by his side. He was trying extremely hard not to no one of "those" parents right now, but a call from the Dean of Students informing them Rosa had been suspended for the day had him in fight mode.

"Remember, we want to stay calm, professional, and open-minded," Kensi reminded him. Deeks sent her a look over his shoulder and muttered,

"You're the one who asked if I could send a threatening letter on my office stationery."

"I was joking," she hissed back as they were buzzed into the main office. They stepped up to the front desk, where a woman with short curly hair was on the phone. When she hung up, Deeks pulled on his best customer service smile.

"Hi, I'm Marty Deeks."

"And I'm Kensi Blye," Kensi added.

"We're Rosa Reyes' parents."

"Oh yes," the secretary said, offering them each a stick-on visitor badge. "She's just down the hall. You can go see her, but please wait until the Dean is available to speak with you."

"Can you tell us what happened?" Kensi asked.

"I'm afraid you'll have to ask Mr. Ruddell."

"Of course. Thank you."

Taking that as a dismissal, they headed in the direction the secretary indicated. They found Rosa sitting outside an office a couple rooms down a long hallway. Her head was bowed over her raised knees, her defeated posture increasing Deeks' concern.

"Rosa," he called out softly, and she looked up, relief followed by embarrassment flashing across her face.

"Kensi, Deeks," she said, standing, and accepting a hug from each of them.

"Are you ok?" Kensi asked, cupping Rosa's cheeks as Deeks looked for visual signs of injury.

"Yes, I'm fine." She nodded shortly.

"What happened?"

As soon as Deeks asked the question, Rosa glanced down, her reluctance to speak palpable.

"It's ok. Whatever happened, we'll figure it out together," Deeks assured her.

"Mrs. Kelly kicked me out of class," Rosa finally revealed.

"What? Why?" Deeks asked in surprise. He. Knew Rosa wasn't perfect, and he'd never held her to that expectation, but he couldn't imagine her causing any problems worthy of expulsion.

"She said my phone was ringing, but it was not. I always put it on mute or in my locker before a class," Rosa explained, a bit of fire entering her voice which made Deeks oddly proud.

"Did you tell her that?" Kensi asked.

"Yes. She didn't believe me though and by the time I got my phone out, the ringing stopped. She told me to gather my things and come down here."

"Over one phone call?"

Rosa shrugged. "She really doesn't like students being on their phone during class," she answered.

"Where's your phone now?" Deeks asked, falling into lawyer mode.

"Um, she confiscated it before I left the room."

"I see."

"What does that mean?" Rosa asked with a hint of nervousness returning. "I promise I didn't do it."

"We believe you," Kensi said, squeezing Rosa's shoulder. "Deeks is just mentally crafting his defense on your behalf."

"My defense? I don't think that's really necessary."

"Oh, yes it is," Kensi and Deeks said together. They shared a look.

"You're not taking the blame for something you didn't do," Deeks told Rosa firmly.

"Thank you," she whispered, offering him a grateful smile.

"That's kind of our job."

"Plus, Deeks loves a good reason to argue," Kensi added.

"Ok, but please try not to scare Mr. Ruddell too badly," Rosa requested.

"No promises," Deeks said.

A/N: Once again, drawn from a real-life scenario. One time when I was getting ready to take an exam in undergrad, someone's phone went off. The professor walked up to me and said my phone was ringing. I insisted it wasn't and started to get my phone out to show him it was off, but whoever did have the ringing phone silenced it before I could. While I didn't get kicked out, the professor gave me this knowing, judgy look.