A/N: This one was suggested bymashmaiden on Tumblr. Set within a few weeks of Rosa joining the Deeks-Blye household.
"Marty, Kensi is there any more pain medicine? I used the last two," Rosa asked. Deeks looked up from his laptop, instinctively checking for any signs of blood or injury. Beside him, Kensi got up, cupping her cheeks in concern.
"Are you ok?" she checked, and Rosa nodded.
"I just have a headache."
"Uh, we should have more in the closet at the end of the hall," he told her. "Careful, it's a little cluttered in there."
"Let us know if you need help," Kensi called after her as Rosa walked out of the room. She sat down on the couch, grabbing her own laptop.
"Ok, so we have another meeting with Rosa's social worker next week. Should we try to schedule it for the morning or afternoon?" she wondered.
"Good question. Kilbride hates it when you're late, but also can't stand it when you leave early." Deeks squinted. "Eh, let's try for something in the morning, but mid-week."
"Because Kilbride will be less cranky."
"Theoretically," he said with a shrug. Depending on the day, anything could set Kilbride off. Thankfully, they had a good amount of personal leave time saved up from over the years, which had come in handy during Rosa's entire foster and adoption process.
"Alright, I requested 8 AM."
Rosa returned then, empty handed, and confusion written across her face.
"You couldn't find any?" Deeks guessed, starting to get up. "I bet there's some behind the vitamins."
"No, I found a bottle," Rosa said. "There's also a lot of bandages, three blood pressure cuffs, five thermometers, prescriptions, a walker, crutches, and a lot of things I didn't recognize. Are you two ok?"
"Oh yeah, those are mostly leftover."
"Leftover? Why would you need multiple braces?"
"Um." Kensi glanced a at Deeks, clearly looking for guidance. He shrugged, not having considered this particular topic coming up.
"You know, in the past we've had some work-related injuries," he began slowly.
"Like when you were shot?"
"Right. Though that was before Kensi and I were together. Some of those injuries came with a, uh, good amount of recovery time and therapy and we don't always love staying in the hospital for the full recommended time, so we've collected a good amount of medical paraphernalia over the years."
"Though we haven't had any significant injuries like that in a while," Kensi inserted.
"But why did you keep it all?" Rosa asked. She didn't look overly concerned or scared, simply curious.
"Well, given past history, it seemed smart to keep some of it around. In case we had any future…incidents," Deeks said. He pulled a face. "It turns out medical equipment is kind of pricey and they start looking at you funny after you get your third pair of crutches."
"You've broken something in your leg three times!" Rosa gasped.
"No, of course not. A couple were from bad sprains and…other things." He glanced at Kensi, who had her lips firmly pressed together.
"Rosa, Deeks and I are fine. I don't want you to look at all the things I'm that closet and worry something's going to happen to us," Kensi told her. "We take a lot less risks than we used to."
"I wasn't that worried. Though I did think you might be sickly."
"Oh no, we're pretty healthy aside from various bullet holes and what not," Deeks said. Rosa exhaled in apparent relief.
"Good. Because no one besides a doctor should have that many pulse oximeters and liquid stitches," she said. "It's kind of weird."
"So, you're saying we should maybe de clutter and reorganize the medical closet?" Deeks summarized.
"If you have some spare time. And I can help.
"We can do that. It's Kensi's favorite thing."
"Hey," Kensi protested. "I am much neater than I used to be."
"Yeah, tell that to the three years expired Vicodin in there." He hooked his thumb over his shoulder.
"I should have known you would bring that up," Kensi sighed.
Rosa giggled, covering her mouth, and Deeks grimaced playfully.
"Sorry, we are really weird sometimes.
"I don't mind," she assured him. "But maybe we can get rid of at least one pair of crutches."
"Fine," Kensi agreed. "But when we need those blood pressure cuffs, I don't want to hear a word."