FIC Nine Month Bug (1/?)
Title: Nine Month Bug (Part 1/?)
Characters: Kensi Blye, Marty Deeks, G Callen, Sam Hanna, Eric Beal, Nell Jones, Hetty Lange, possible appearances by others, OCs
Fandom: NCIS: Los Angeles
Series: An Unlikely Family
Written For: N/A
Prompt: N/A
Summary: Kensi gets some unexpected news and gets support from what most people would think was an unlikely source.
Rating: PG to R (might rate higher later)
Spoilers: takes place after season 2 so anything is far game
Warnings: language, slight violence
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, more’s the pity.
Author's Note: This is part one of a series of vignettes about an issue Kensi has. I have most of the rest of them done (although I might go back and do some time stamps later). First time writing in the NCIS: LA fandom. Thanks muchly to illfindmyway and also to irishjeeper for their help with this. Part Two is here and Part Three is here
Part One
“Kensi?” Deeks poked his head into the house, calling out again, “Yo, Kensi? What was with the chopped off text this morning?” When he didn’t get an answer, he eased his gun out of his waistband, slipping into the house and sliding his phone out of his pocket. Without looking he quickly thumbed the speed dial, cutting Eric off before he could get going, “Where’s Kensi’s cell?” he asked in a quiet voice.
There was an instant change to Eric’s demeanor on the other end of the phone. “Still in the house, Deeks. Was there any sign of B and E?”
He glanced at the lock. “No, lock’s not forced, but it was open when I got here.” He could hear keys clicking over the connection. “Come on, Eric. Gimme something here.”
There was a final clack and Eric replied, “Got it. Phone’s upstairs.”
“All right. I’m going up.” Gun leading the way, he carefully crept up the stairs, pausing as he heard noise coming from the head of the stairs. Within seconds he’d identified it and he dashed the rest of the way up the stairs, bursting into the bathroom to find Kensi kneeling in front of the toilet. “Hey. Hey,” he said gently as he put his gun up. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, Deeks. I just caught a bug or something.” She sat back on her heels, a hand going to her stomach as she tried to catch her breath.
His eyes skidded around the bathroom, lighting on the box lying on the counter. He picked it up, putting it in her line of sight. “Yeah? A nine month bug?”
Part Two
“So I was thinking I should probably tell the guy that I’m pregnant,” Kensi said. “I don’t want anything from him, but he should at least know, right?”
“That’s up to you, Kens,” Deeks answered. “As far as I’m concerned; at this point, it’s your body and your baby.”
“But he should at least have the chance, you know?” she answered. “If I set up a meet, will you go with me?”
He stood up, squeezing her shoulder. “I told you. Whatever you need me for.” He crossed over to his desk, taking a seat behind it. “Although I was hoping your taste in men was beginning to improve. I hadn’t observed as much serial dating and compulsive shopping as in the past.”
“Like your track record is much better?” she asked.
“Touché,” he replied. “So we’ve both made bad decisions. Maybe this is your way to make up for it.”
“And your serious just took a nose dive,” she griped. “You were doing so well, Deeks.”
He grinned at her, tossing her a mock salute in response, before turning his attention to the paperwork on his desk.
Part Three
“The coffee shop. Tonight at seven,” Kensi told Deeks in a low voice as she paused by his desk. “Could you…?”
“Yeah. You want me to go with you or stake out the place?” he asked.
“Come at the same time, but don’t sit with me,” she replied. “I don’t want to give him the wrong idea.”
“Sure. Okay,” Deeks agreed.
Later on…
Deeks studied the man who sat down across from Kensi. He was close enough that he could hear the majority of their conversation, but not sitting at the table with her. There was a cup of coffee in front of him, but he wasn’t drinking from it.
“I didn’t expect to hear from you,” the man opened with.
“Things change,” Kensi replied. “I got some news and wanted to speak to you.”
“You got news that concerns me?” he replied.
“Yes. I suppose you could call it news.” Kensi fiddled with her coffee cup, an uncommon move for her, but one she couldn’t seem to stop herself from making. “I wasn’t feeling well a few weeks ago and I was…late so I took a pregnancy test.”
“So what are you saying?” he asked.
“I’m pregnant,” she blurted out. “I don’t want anything from you, but I thought you deserved to know.”
“I don’t know why it’s my concern,” he replied.
Her hands tightened on the coffee cup and Deeks had a fleeting thought of thankfulness that it was a heavy ceramic one. “It’s your baby, too,” Kensi said in a low voice. “I don’t require anything from you; monetary or otherwise, but I thought it might be nice if you knew you were going to have a child.”
“I’m not interested in being a father. Especially not with a whore like you,” he spat, getting to his feet.
Kensi jerked, as if she’d been shocked with a Taser, but before she could react; Deeks was out of his seat. He brought his fist up, knocking the man back into the table behind them.
“Deeks!” Kensi yelped.
“He called you a name!” Deeks protested.
“I wanted to do that!”
Deeks slipped his arm around her shoulder, flashing his badge with his other hand. “Next time,” he promised.
Part Four
Deeks looked over Kensi’s shoulder. “Hey. It’s Baby Blye. I thought I was going with you.”
She quickly shoved the picture into her pocket, glancing around to make sure no one else had heard him. “The time got changed and you were busy. It was just a check-up.”
“Lemme see, Kens,” he replied, taking a seat on her desk. When she just stared at him, he held out his hand. “Lemme see Baby Blye.” With a frustrated sigh, she pulled the picture from her pocket and handed it over to him. He turned it sideways and upside down, then looked at her. “Okay, so it’s a little blob?”
“Deeks!” she scolded him. “That’s my baby!”
“Yeah. I’m not seeing it,” he answered. “It looks like a blob to me.” He handed the picture back to her. “Okay so what’s up? Cause you were all ready for me to go yesterday and the time doesn’t just change. So you had to have changed it. Or you lied to me.”
She looked down at the picture, toying with the edge of it. “I can’t do this.”
“Do what?” he asked. “Let me go to the doctor’s appointments? I told you I promise not to make fun of you if you scream like a girl. I just thought you might like some company.”
“No. This. I can’t be a mom.”
“What are you talking about? You are going to be the most awesome mom ever! Not only are you going to be able to teach a boy everything he needs to know, but you’ll be able to teach a girl how to kick any boy’s ass. You, Kensi Blye, are the mom that every kid wants and every mom envies. Because in addition to all that? You are one gorgeous lady.” Suddenly realizing what he had said, Deeks hopped up. “I think I hear Eric calling us.”
Part Five
“Kensi!” Deeks yelled as the suspect fired at her position. Without considering his own safety, he bolted from his position; dashing towards her. Barreling into her, he took her down, rolling to protect her as they hit the concrete. Twisting, he put his body between hers and the hail of bullets. Something hot scraped across his shoulder, but all he did was hunch closer to her; keeping his vest over her.
There was gunfire from the other side of the square from where they’d entered and then Callen’s voice yelling, “Deeks? Kensi?”
“Here!” Deeks yelled, rolling away from Kensi’s body as the noise ceased and the ringing in his ears started to subside. “Are you okay?” he asked in a lower voice as he sat up and held a hand out towards her.
Kensi shoved her hair out of her face, glancing around at the aftermath. Callen and Sam were kicking guns away from the fallen suspects, checking pulses, as they gave the two a chance to rebalance themselves from the firefight. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
“Protecting you,” Deeks answered. “Like a partner is supposed to.”
“I don’t need you, too,” Kensi growled as she hauled herself to her feet. “I’m pregnant, not an invalid.” She stomped off, not noticing the two gaping men behind her.
“She’s what?” Callen asked when he’d gathered his thoughts again.
“Pregnant?” Sam questioned. “Deeks, is there something you need to tell us?” The former SEAL advanced on their hapless liaison.
Deeks scrambled backwards until his back hit the wall of the building they’d taken shelter against. An involuntary squeak escaped him as he jarred his arm. “It’s not mine!”
“Why do you know?” Callen asked, offering Deeks a hand up.
Eying him warily, Deeks accepted the hand, holstering his gun as he gained his feet. “Because I’m the one that found her worshiping the porcelain god a few weeks ago,” he answered. “She twisted my arm. Literally. And made me promise not to tell anyone.”
Sam barked out a laugh. “Sounds like her.” He turned Deeks, looking at the blonde’s shoulder. “Let’s get your arm looked at. Then we’ll figure out what to do with Kensi.”
“Can’t we just pretend you guy didn’t hear her?” Deeks whined as the other two led the way out of the square.
Part Six
Sam and Callen watched in amusement as Deeks carried a large paper bag into the bullpen. Kensi immediately popped to her feet, although not quite with her usual grace, when she saw him; making grabbing motions for the bag. Deeks shifted it out of her reach though, waggling a finger at her. “Uh. Uh-ah,” he told her. “Sit. I got everything you demanded, but I’m keeping control of it. I am not enabling your junk food desires.”
Kensi pouted as she dropped back into her seat. “They aren’t desires. They’re cravings. Maybe the baby needs this stuff. Did you think of that?”
“The baby needs healthy stuff,” Deeks replied. When he noticed everyone staring at him, he said, “What? I can read. I know how to google.” *He dropped the bag on his desk and turned to look at Kensi. “Besides we’ve discussed this already. A moment on the lips is a lifetime on the hips.”
She threw her hands up in frustration. “I still don’t know what that means!”
“It means…” Deeks paused. “Ya know I have no idea what whoever said it meant by that. But baby weight, not fat weight.” He pointed at the bag. “So I’m rationing you.” Reaching in, he pulled out a package of Twinkies, tossing them over to her. “We’ll work out a plan for you to have a few each day. Enough to take the edge off your cravings, but not enough that it’ll be dangerous.”
“You do realize I have a gun and I’m a better shot than you, right?” Kensi replied, glaring at him.
“You have a gun? Are you sure about that?” Deeks nodded towards her desk.
Kensi jerked her desk drawer open, her scowl deepening when she realized the front part of it was empty. “Damn it, Deeks!”
“You can have it back when you swear you’re not going to shoot me for limiting your junk food,” he replied.
She growled inarticulately at him and Callen edged his chair away. “Deeks, ya might wanna give her something. Either some more food or her gun.”
Deeks shook his head. “No. Kens, I’m not doing this to be mean. I just want you and the baby to be healthy.”
The two partners stared at each other until Kensi finally blinked. “I’m so hungry!” she whined.
“I know,” he answered, crossing the room and going around to the other side of the desk. “Have you talked to the doctor about being hungrier?” he asked quietly.
“Yes.” Kensi sighed. “She said it wasn’t unusual and to just eat small meals or snacks through-out the day.”
“All right. We’ll work with that.” Adding a few snack sized candy bars to the Twinkies already on her desk, he said, “Here. Keep those to snack on for now. And tonight I’ll see what I can do about feeding you a slightly bigger dinner.”
“You’re going to treat me to dinner?” she asked.
“No, I’m going to cook you dinner,” Deeks responded.
“You cook?” Callen and Sam asked in unison.
“Yes. And pretty well too,” Deeks replied. “And, no, you two are not invited.” He turned back to Kensi. “What do you think?”
“All right,” she agreed. “Dinner it is.”
Characters: Kensi Blye, Marty Deeks, G Callen, Sam Hanna, Eric Beal, Nell Jones, Hetty Lange, possible appearances by others, OCs
Fandom: NCIS: Los Angeles
Series: An Unlikely Family
Written For: N/A
Prompt: N/A
Summary: Kensi gets some unexpected news and gets support from what most people would think was an unlikely source.
Rating: PG to R (might rate higher later)
Spoilers: takes place after season 2 so anything is far game
Warnings: language, slight violence
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, more’s the pity.
Author's Note: This is part one of a series of vignettes about an issue Kensi has. I have most of the rest of them done (although I might go back and do some time stamps later). First time writing in the NCIS: LA fandom. Thanks muchly to illfindmyway and also to irishjeeper for their help with this. Part Two is here and Part Three is here
Part One
“Kensi?” Deeks poked his head into the house, calling out again, “Yo, Kensi? What was with the chopped off text this morning?” When he didn’t get an answer, he eased his gun out of his waistband, slipping into the house and sliding his phone out of his pocket. Without looking he quickly thumbed the speed dial, cutting Eric off before he could get going, “Where’s Kensi’s cell?” he asked in a quiet voice.
There was an instant change to Eric’s demeanor on the other end of the phone. “Still in the house, Deeks. Was there any sign of B and E?”
He glanced at the lock. “No, lock’s not forced, but it was open when I got here.” He could hear keys clicking over the connection. “Come on, Eric. Gimme something here.”
There was a final clack and Eric replied, “Got it. Phone’s upstairs.”
“All right. I’m going up.” Gun leading the way, he carefully crept up the stairs, pausing as he heard noise coming from the head of the stairs. Within seconds he’d identified it and he dashed the rest of the way up the stairs, bursting into the bathroom to find Kensi kneeling in front of the toilet. “Hey. Hey,” he said gently as he put his gun up. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, Deeks. I just caught a bug or something.” She sat back on her heels, a hand going to her stomach as she tried to catch her breath.
His eyes skidded around the bathroom, lighting on the box lying on the counter. He picked it up, putting it in her line of sight. “Yeah? A nine month bug?”
Part Two
“So I was thinking I should probably tell the guy that I’m pregnant,” Kensi said. “I don’t want anything from him, but he should at least know, right?”
“That’s up to you, Kens,” Deeks answered. “As far as I’m concerned; at this point, it’s your body and your baby.”
“But he should at least have the chance, you know?” she answered. “If I set up a meet, will you go with me?”
He stood up, squeezing her shoulder. “I told you. Whatever you need me for.” He crossed over to his desk, taking a seat behind it. “Although I was hoping your taste in men was beginning to improve. I hadn’t observed as much serial dating and compulsive shopping as in the past.”
“Like your track record is much better?” she asked.
“Touché,” he replied. “So we’ve both made bad decisions. Maybe this is your way to make up for it.”
“And your serious just took a nose dive,” she griped. “You were doing so well, Deeks.”
He grinned at her, tossing her a mock salute in response, before turning his attention to the paperwork on his desk.
Part Three
“The coffee shop. Tonight at seven,” Kensi told Deeks in a low voice as she paused by his desk. “Could you…?”
“Yeah. You want me to go with you or stake out the place?” he asked.
“Come at the same time, but don’t sit with me,” she replied. “I don’t want to give him the wrong idea.”
“Sure. Okay,” Deeks agreed.
Later on…
Deeks studied the man who sat down across from Kensi. He was close enough that he could hear the majority of their conversation, but not sitting at the table with her. There was a cup of coffee in front of him, but he wasn’t drinking from it.
“I didn’t expect to hear from you,” the man opened with.
“Things change,” Kensi replied. “I got some news and wanted to speak to you.”
“You got news that concerns me?” he replied.
“Yes. I suppose you could call it news.” Kensi fiddled with her coffee cup, an uncommon move for her, but one she couldn’t seem to stop herself from making. “I wasn’t feeling well a few weeks ago and I was…late so I took a pregnancy test.”
“So what are you saying?” he asked.
“I’m pregnant,” she blurted out. “I don’t want anything from you, but I thought you deserved to know.”
“I don’t know why it’s my concern,” he replied.
Her hands tightened on the coffee cup and Deeks had a fleeting thought of thankfulness that it was a heavy ceramic one. “It’s your baby, too,” Kensi said in a low voice. “I don’t require anything from you; monetary or otherwise, but I thought it might be nice if you knew you were going to have a child.”
“I’m not interested in being a father. Especially not with a whore like you,” he spat, getting to his feet.
Kensi jerked, as if she’d been shocked with a Taser, but before she could react; Deeks was out of his seat. He brought his fist up, knocking the man back into the table behind them.
“Deeks!” Kensi yelped.
“He called you a name!” Deeks protested.
“I wanted to do that!”
Deeks slipped his arm around her shoulder, flashing his badge with his other hand. “Next time,” he promised.
Part Four
Deeks looked over Kensi’s shoulder. “Hey. It’s Baby Blye. I thought I was going with you.”
She quickly shoved the picture into her pocket, glancing around to make sure no one else had heard him. “The time got changed and you were busy. It was just a check-up.”
“Lemme see, Kens,” he replied, taking a seat on her desk. When she just stared at him, he held out his hand. “Lemme see Baby Blye.” With a frustrated sigh, she pulled the picture from her pocket and handed it over to him. He turned it sideways and upside down, then looked at her. “Okay, so it’s a little blob?”
“Deeks!” she scolded him. “That’s my baby!”
“Yeah. I’m not seeing it,” he answered. “It looks like a blob to me.” He handed the picture back to her. “Okay so what’s up? Cause you were all ready for me to go yesterday and the time doesn’t just change. So you had to have changed it. Or you lied to me.”
She looked down at the picture, toying with the edge of it. “I can’t do this.”
“Do what?” he asked. “Let me go to the doctor’s appointments? I told you I promise not to make fun of you if you scream like a girl. I just thought you might like some company.”
“No. This. I can’t be a mom.”
“What are you talking about? You are going to be the most awesome mom ever! Not only are you going to be able to teach a boy everything he needs to know, but you’ll be able to teach a girl how to kick any boy’s ass. You, Kensi Blye, are the mom that every kid wants and every mom envies. Because in addition to all that? You are one gorgeous lady.” Suddenly realizing what he had said, Deeks hopped up. “I think I hear Eric calling us.”
Part Five
“Kensi!” Deeks yelled as the suspect fired at her position. Without considering his own safety, he bolted from his position; dashing towards her. Barreling into her, he took her down, rolling to protect her as they hit the concrete. Twisting, he put his body between hers and the hail of bullets. Something hot scraped across his shoulder, but all he did was hunch closer to her; keeping his vest over her.
There was gunfire from the other side of the square from where they’d entered and then Callen’s voice yelling, “Deeks? Kensi?”
“Here!” Deeks yelled, rolling away from Kensi’s body as the noise ceased and the ringing in his ears started to subside. “Are you okay?” he asked in a lower voice as he sat up and held a hand out towards her.
Kensi shoved her hair out of her face, glancing around at the aftermath. Callen and Sam were kicking guns away from the fallen suspects, checking pulses, as they gave the two a chance to rebalance themselves from the firefight. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
“Protecting you,” Deeks answered. “Like a partner is supposed to.”
“I don’t need you, too,” Kensi growled as she hauled herself to her feet. “I’m pregnant, not an invalid.” She stomped off, not noticing the two gaping men behind her.
“She’s what?” Callen asked when he’d gathered his thoughts again.
“Pregnant?” Sam questioned. “Deeks, is there something you need to tell us?” The former SEAL advanced on their hapless liaison.
Deeks scrambled backwards until his back hit the wall of the building they’d taken shelter against. An involuntary squeak escaped him as he jarred his arm. “It’s not mine!”
“Why do you know?” Callen asked, offering Deeks a hand up.
Eying him warily, Deeks accepted the hand, holstering his gun as he gained his feet. “Because I’m the one that found her worshiping the porcelain god a few weeks ago,” he answered. “She twisted my arm. Literally. And made me promise not to tell anyone.”
Sam barked out a laugh. “Sounds like her.” He turned Deeks, looking at the blonde’s shoulder. “Let’s get your arm looked at. Then we’ll figure out what to do with Kensi.”
“Can’t we just pretend you guy didn’t hear her?” Deeks whined as the other two led the way out of the square.
Part Six
Sam and Callen watched in amusement as Deeks carried a large paper bag into the bullpen. Kensi immediately popped to her feet, although not quite with her usual grace, when she saw him; making grabbing motions for the bag. Deeks shifted it out of her reach though, waggling a finger at her. “Uh. Uh-ah,” he told her. “Sit. I got everything you demanded, but I’m keeping control of it. I am not enabling your junk food desires.”
Kensi pouted as she dropped back into her seat. “They aren’t desires. They’re cravings. Maybe the baby needs this stuff. Did you think of that?”
“The baby needs healthy stuff,” Deeks replied. When he noticed everyone staring at him, he said, “What? I can read. I know how to google.” *He dropped the bag on his desk and turned to look at Kensi. “Besides we’ve discussed this already. A moment on the lips is a lifetime on the hips.”
She threw her hands up in frustration. “I still don’t know what that means!”
“It means…” Deeks paused. “Ya know I have no idea what whoever said it meant by that. But baby weight, not fat weight.” He pointed at the bag. “So I’m rationing you.” Reaching in, he pulled out a package of Twinkies, tossing them over to her. “We’ll work out a plan for you to have a few each day. Enough to take the edge off your cravings, but not enough that it’ll be dangerous.”
“You do realize I have a gun and I’m a better shot than you, right?” Kensi replied, glaring at him.
“You have a gun? Are you sure about that?” Deeks nodded towards her desk.
Kensi jerked her desk drawer open, her scowl deepening when she realized the front part of it was empty. “Damn it, Deeks!”
“You can have it back when you swear you’re not going to shoot me for limiting your junk food,” he replied.
She growled inarticulately at him and Callen edged his chair away. “Deeks, ya might wanna give her something. Either some more food or her gun.”
Deeks shook his head. “No. Kens, I’m not doing this to be mean. I just want you and the baby to be healthy.”
The two partners stared at each other until Kensi finally blinked. “I’m so hungry!” she whined.
“I know,” he answered, crossing the room and going around to the other side of the desk. “Have you talked to the doctor about being hungrier?” he asked quietly.
“Yes.” Kensi sighed. “She said it wasn’t unusual and to just eat small meals or snacks through-out the day.”
“All right. We’ll work with that.” Adding a few snack sized candy bars to the Twinkies already on her desk, he said, “Here. Keep those to snack on for now. And tonight I’ll see what I can do about feeding you a slightly bigger dinner.”
“You’re going to treat me to dinner?” she asked.
“No, I’m going to cook you dinner,” Deeks responded.
“You cook?” Callen and Sam asked in unison.
“Yes. And pretty well too,” Deeks replied. “And, no, you two are not invited.” He turned back to Kensi. “What do you think?”
“All right,” she agreed. “Dinner it is.”