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I did not in fact pull a Tony during CPR, but I briefly played a distressed parent. I was also used as an example of someone who would not be able to support a grown man during the Heimlich maneuver.

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CPR on a Saturday morning. Let’s go!

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If you are watching a TV show, it can be live action or animated.

But not when you're reading a book. Much to think about.

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Random head canon:

In the last year, Deeks’ life has changed a lot. They have the twins, both he and Kensi have left active fieldwork, found new jobs, and Rosa started college. It’s chaotic to say the least. The twins still wake up a couple times a night and Deeks is basically building a law practice from scratch. Yet, he’s never slept better. For the first time in his life, he sleeps without the fear and stress that has plagued him most of his adult life.

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i want 60 thousand votes by next thursday

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Me meeting someone for the first time: Yes, I know I look like a child, but I’m actually an adult. And probably much older than you would think. Would you like to guess. I’m also very short, which is why I prefer to work with children under that age of 7. Most aren’t taller than me yet. Haha! Did I mention I was an introvert? It means I come off as kind of odd and very shy. Well, now that I’ve got that out of the way, is there a secluded table I can sit at?

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'you still listen to music from 10 years ago 🤨?' bitch if prehistoric humans had audio recording technology id be sat up here listening to grog and unga bunga's greatest hits don't play with me

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Well I'm devastated. I loved this team. I cannot believe this.

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A/N: A sweet late night moment between Kensi and Rosa.

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I’ll Love You For a Thousand Years

Rosa sleepily wandered into the kitchen, an empty glass in one hand. She was almost at the fridge before she noticed a shadowed figure bent over the counter.

“Kensi?”

“Shhh!” Kensi spun around, pressing her finger to her lips.

Rosa stretched to see beyond Kensi, catching sight of what looked like a jar of peanut butter and one of the baby monitors, which emitted a low murmur of voices. “Why are you listening to Marty on the baby monitor at 2 in the morning?” she hissed back.

“I woke up really hungry so I came in here to get a snack and heard Deeks talking to the twins,” Kensi explained, gesturing to the monitor.

“That’s a little strange,”; Rosa commented.

“No, listen.” Turning the volume up, Kensi motioned for Rosa to come closer. It came in on Marty mid-sentence, saying something about tacos.

One of the babies fussed—Rosa thought it sounded like Caleb—and Marty made a soothing sound.

“Hey kiddo, it’s all better. You’re changed, sissy’s changed, and now we’re going to have some milk,” he assured the two month old. There was sound of rustling and Marty groaned, then sighed. “There we go. So, were did I leave off? Oh yes, how mommy and I met.

“So there we were in this gym, both pretending to be people were weren’t. Your mom will say she didn’t trust me, found my annoying, and everything, but I have it on good authority that she had a thing for my hair. I still remember what she was wearing that day.”

He trailed off, the slightly static sound of the speaker the only sound in the room.

“Aw, that’s so sweet,” Rosa whispered.

“Sometimes when I can’t sleep, I just listen to Deeks talk to them,” Kensi admitted. “He tells them about our past, or stories.”

Marty started singing softly, voice low and slightly raspy as sang a now familiar John Denver song. Rosa smiled as he sang about leaves bowing down. When he finished, she wiped a tear from under her eye.

“Daddy loves you. For a thousand years,” Marty said in the softest of whispers.

“I could listen to that all night long,” Kensi murmured, sounding simultaneously teary-eyed and adoring.

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Aw. Deeks got her flowers. And he’s taking her on a date. This is adorable.

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A/N: Deeks and Rountree have a conversation:

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Rountree: So, question for you. I’ve met your mom, and she’s wonderful and really funny, but…

Deeks, amused: Yes?

Rountree, shaking his head: How did you turn out so normal?

Deeks, raising an eyebrow: You think I’m normal? I don’t hear that very often.

Rountree: I mean, yeah you’re kind of weird sometimes, but isn’t everyone on this team? Otherwise, you’re responsible, give good advice, you’ve only been married once, you’re a great father, and you don’t have random kids floating around.

Deeks: That you know of.

Rountree, giving him a look: I’m serious. I count you among the people I would go to in a crisis.

Deeks, sincerely: Wow. Thanks, man. That’s, uh, that means a lot.

Rountree: Seriously though, how did you turn out so well?

Deeks, considering: Well, when you have a not ideal childhood, sometimes you end up growing up a lot faster than you should. Sometimes you have to take on the role of an adult. You know all about that. *Rountree nods* My mom actually was a really good mom for most of my childhood and teens. She’s just also eccentric and has zero filter.

Rountree, chuckling: Yeah, I noticed that when she told me all about her latest hot date the first time we met.

Deeks, sighing: Oh, mother. You know, I did have a bit of a wild side myself when I first started with NCIS. Some ladies called me Party Marty.

Rountree: That doesn’t sound like you at all. What happened?

Deeks: I met Kensi. And the rest is history.

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Finally an ECO pic!

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Collateral Damage, Part 8

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Since they were in the middle of nowhere, and Kensi wasn’t in immediate danger, Deeks had driven her to the closest hospital rather than wait for an ambulance. The entire ride over, Deeks he’d felt a conflicting mixture of relief and fear. He trusted Kensi’s assessment of her health, yet wouldn’t feel easy until both she and the twins were checked out.

Of course, first they’d had to wait for backup to take possession of the man Deeks incapacitated.

Now, they waited once again to be seen by a doctor. The fact that Kensi was pregnant and had a head wound had pushed her first in line for a CT scan, but not to the head of the line. Once she was finished with the scan, a nurse gave Kensi an ice pack, and deposited them in a cubicle.

That had been 45 minutes ago.

Since Kensi seemed reluctant to be apart, Deeks had kicked off his shoes, and lain down, letting her use him as a human pillow. Kensi hadn’t complained once—of course she hadn’t—but Deeks could tell she was uncomfortable. At the very least, they had a full bed.

He felt Kensi relax a little more, her hands going slack on his chest. “Hey baby, you gotta stay awake,” he told her softly.

“I’m so tired,” she murmured, head pillowed on his arm.

“I know, but we need to find out how bad your concussion is before you can. I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s ok. You’re always—” she paused to yawn hugely. “Always looking out for me.”

“Mm. That’s kind of my job,” he said, rubbing her back just as her stomach made a noise. “You hungry?”

“Kind of. Also a little nauseous. But the thought of hospital food or whatever they have in the vending machines isn’t appealing.”

“I could sneak out and find you some ice cream or a possible,” he offered, and Kensi chuckled sleepily.

“My hero. I don’t want you to get kicked out.”

“I’ll be careful.”

Before he could act on that plan, there was a knock on the wall outside the cubicle, and a doctor entered, rolling an ultrasound machine along with her. Deeks hastily, slid out of the bed, taking one of the chairs off to the side.

“Hi, I’m Doctor McCormick. I understand you were in a work related incident,” the doctor said, and Kensi nodded.

Any exhaustion and calm disappeared in an instance as Kensi sat up, her fingers twining together.

“I was knocked out. I think I have a mild concussion, but I’m more concerned about my pregnancy. I’m approximately thirteen weeks along with twins,” she explained.

“Right, that’s what I see in your chart.” The doctor took the rolling stool and faced Kensi, her expression compassionate. “Are you experiencing any abdominal pain, bleeding, or other unusual symptoms?”

“No. I’m nauseous, but that’s been off and on for a few weeks. Not to mention the concussion.”

“Ok, well that’s good. I’m going to do an ultrasound just to confirm,” she said, prepping the machine. Kensi’s face fell, and the doctor hurried to reassure her. “This is just precautionary. I don’t want you to worry for without reason.”

Kensi reached for Deeks’ hand, squeezing tightly as Dr. McCormick pressed the ultrasound wand to her abdomen. Despite the doctor’s assurances, he could feel Kensi’s anxiety mounting. The pulse in her wrist fluttered rapidly under his thumb, her shoulders tensed and drawn towards her ears.

“Hey, it’s ok,” Deeks whispered in her ear, rubbing small circles into her skin.

“Ok, I see Baby A and Baby B,” Dr. McCormick interrupted gently, pressing the wand firmly over Kensi’s skin. “They both appear healthy, the placentas look good, and I don’t see any internal damage.” She shifted the wand and a soft whooshing filled the room. “And we have two strong heartbeats.”

“Oh thank god,” Kensi gasped, pressing her free hand against her mouth and collapsing into Deeks. He let out a relieved sound of his own, kissing the side of her head.

The doctor smiled kindly at them, cleaning up the equipment. “We’re going to run a few more tests to be sure, but assuming your CT scan is clear, I think you should be able to go home tonight. I’ll be back in a little while to answer any questions.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Deeks said fervently.

“Of course. Congratulations.”

“We’re ok,” Kensi repeated, almost like she didn’t believe it.

“Yeah, you are.” Deeks climbed back up on the bed, and Kensi immediately flung her arms around him.

“I was really scared out there,” she admitted, her lower lip trembling slightly. “It’s not just me anymore.” Her hand dropped to her stomach, and Deeks covered it. “I keep telling myself that I can keep going for a little bit longer, but this was so awful.”

“Me too. I was terrified every second you were missing. I might have gone a little crazy on one of the guys back at the house,” he said.

Kensi’s lip quirked slightly, and she reached over with her other hand to clumsily rub his knee. “I would expect nothing less.” She pressed a kiss to his arm, shifting upwards so she could lay her head on his chest.

At another time, he would have mentioned leaving. How they’d talked about getting out before they ran out of luck and today proved his point. Instead, he stayed silent. He was just happy to be together, everyone in one piece.

“I think I need a break after this,” Kensi murmured several minutes later, her face smashed against Deeks’ chest. “A long break.”

“I could use a vacation,” he agreed. “How long are we talking?”

Kensi shrugged. “A few weeks. Maybe months. We’ll see how long my vacation days last.” Her grip tightened on him, and when she spoke again, her voice shook slightly. “I want to enjoy my time with you and the babies without worrying.”

“That sounds amazing.” He swallowed thickly. “I love you, Kens.”

“I love you too.” Tilting her head back, she kissed him, then settled back against his chest with a tired sigh.

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A/N: I hope you enjoy the hurt/comfort and angst.

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At least watching procedural for the last 15 or so years has some benefits. I’m pretty good at answering the medical care parts of CPR.

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What exactly is ASHA doing that they require $511 of new SLPs money for membership? That’s half a thousand. From mostly recently former students who probably don’t have a lot of money.

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