A/N: This is just a little snapshot of the Deeks-Blye family.

"Alright, alright quit wiggling. Aunt Anna and Uncle Callen are waiting to swim with you," Deeks said as he wrangled Sophia into the tiniest bathing suit imaginable. Caleb sat on the floor, alternating between babbling and chewing on a stuffed red dog. He had been through the same treatment with equally tiny blue swim trunks a few minutes ago.

Outside, most of the team and their families and the moms were enjoying Kensi and Deeks' new pool and everything and anything Sam threw on the grill.

"Ok, Sophie my love, you are all set." Transferring her to one hip, Deeks stooped to pick up Caleb.

"Hey baby," Kensi said, coming up behind him. She pressed up against his back, kissing his neck, and he leaned into her, sighing as she kissed him a couple more times. "I came to see how you three were doing in here."

"The Pastry Twins are all ready for swimming." He gestured to his handiwork, showing off each twin in turn.

"Aw, you look so cute!" She held her hands to her chest, then reached for both of them.

"How's everybody doing out there? No bloodshed yet?" he asked.

"Sam finally ran out of food to grill and Callen's trying to convince Rosa to switch to Russian as a foreign language. Again. Oh, and Kilbride is looking for you," Kensi told him.

"Huh, that can't be good. Did he say why?"

"Nope. But he seemed fairly cheerful. For Kilbride."

"Alright. I'll got see what he wants," Deeks sighed.

"Good luck." Kensi held him back for another kiss. "I'll stand by if you need rescuing."

"Mm, best wife ever."

He found the Admiral sitting on the patio, toting his absurd fishing hat and a glass with a small orange umbrella.

"I hear you were looking for me, Sir."

"Ah, Deeks. You've been hard to pin down," Kilbride said, nodding as squinted up at Deeks.

"Well, twins keep you busy. How's NCIS treating you?" Deeks asked taking the seat across from him, and Kilbride groaned, taking a long sip of his drink.

"I swear these people get more idiotic every day. As if I have time to fill out another pointless slip of paper when there are international catastrophes going on," he ranted. Deeks smiled, feeling oddly sentimental about the familiar conversation.

"Maybe you should consider retirement," he suggested.

"We all can't just leave," Kilbride grumbled back, but with a hint of smile. "I've had several people ask about you, you know. Apparently you're a hot commodity these days."

"Oh, I'm aware," Deeks said with a chuckle. "The first time I got a call from the CIA, I was a little concerned. Now it's just getting annoying cause they always seem to call during nap time."

"I've heard some of the offers: Lead agent of your own team, head of the legal department, lead analyst. They would all be prime positions that would allow you to not only stay closer to home, but also provide for your family."

"They've been getting on your case too, huh?"

Kilbride rolled his eyes, expelling an exasperated sound. "The damn fools won't leave me alone."

"I appreciate it, and it's certainly nice to be wanted, but I'm happy where I am." Deeks paused and glanced around to take in the yard filled with people. He spied Rosa guiding Caleb around in an inner tube, Callen dipping Sophia's toes in the water, Kensi laughing with Fatima. "I have a family, a home, a good job. Peace. I don't need anything else."

Kilbride nodded, begrudging respect in his eyes. "You're a lucky man," he said.

"Yes, I am, Sir."