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I had the best of the fun writing this fanfiction. Believe me, Biology classes changed so much since September of 2011 (date of the first update). Need to thank PurpleHippoRock, for being my beta reader, even tough it didn't last for much chapters because of her busyness.

Need to thank Ana Sofia, the person you should also be thanking. She's the reason why this fanfiction exists, she was the one who told me to write this.

Enjoy the last chapter...

4 years later, July

"Look at us." Kensi said. "We're in the mid thirties, married, sitting in a park bench, watching our three kids playing."

"Well, it's Sunday afternoon." He replied with a smile. "TJ, share the tricycle with Dani!" He shouted at his son.

Thomas Jerry and Danielle Marie are the fraternal twins that joined Martin Andrew Jr. when he was 15 months and made the Deeks' a five people family. They were born two months after Jr. turned 1 year, and now, 4 years later, Marty had just turned 6 on the past week and was super excited to start school, while the twins would be turning 5 in September. Routines and plans were things that Kensi and Deeks couldn't have. While they are working, the kids are the kindergarten and when it's time, they pick them up and they stay at the Ops Center until it's time to go home. It wasn't the first and definitely not the last time that the children were taken home asleep. Mornings was the same thing. Hetty, Deeks and Kensi got an arrangement. One week Deeks could start his work at 9, after taking the kids to nursery school, the next week was Kensi's turn. But, the worst thing was really the night calls for work. The couple dresses up in a hurry and carried the two boys and the girl to the car and leave. They stay at the Ops under Nell, Eric and even Hetty's watch until the next morning. It wasn't also the first time that they were at the crime scene, only obviously inside the car and forbidden to look outside. Kensi and Deeks were living day after day, without any plans, because with their lifestyle, it was impossible, good thing is the kids understand.

Dani, or D Minor as nicknamed by Deeks for being the only girl and the younger, ran to her brother and rode on her father's once been tricycle. Marty was still playing at the slide, sliding it down over and over again, happily. The two boys came running to the parents and the older whispered something to his father. Deeks got up and held his tiny hand, taking him to the car. "Marty wants to learn to ride the bicycle without the training wheels." Deeks concluded when he got next to Kensi and their son, bringing the bicycle.

"And Tommy wants to go to the swing set," Kensi said with a smile, kissing her son's cheek. "because he isn't scared anymore."

"Serious, buddy?" Deeks encouraged, kneeling next to him.

"It's really cool, Tommy." Marty said sitting on the bench next to the brother. "You don't need to be scared."

Martin, Thomas and Danielle inherited so much of their parents than what they'll ever imagine. Marty got Deeks' looks from the blonde hair to the blue eyes, his personality, everything…even the hair style that Kensi tries to control and not let his hair grow as big as Deeks'. And Danielle is the other pole; she got Kensi's brown hair and eyes, her more Latin face features and her temperament. But for being the only girl, she's a tomboy, well, something she got from her mother too. Tommy is the only one who's mixed. He got brown-blondish hair and his eyes are the most amazing of him: if there's no light, his eyes are somehow grayish, but when turned to light, his eyes take a grayish-blue color, all thanks to genetics. On personality traits, he's both like his mother and father, something that seems a bit contradicting, but it's true. Sam and Callen usually joke that there's no way the kids are adopt with such similarities.

While Deeks tried to teach his namesake son how to ride the bike and Kensi picked up the smallest boy and sat him at on swing. Danielle came to them two and sat at a swing too. "It's okay, TJ, mom is here and Dani is here too. I'm not going to let you fall." The kid held strongly on his hands the chains and nodded. Kensi rocked him back and forth slowly.

"Can I push you a little?" Danielle suggested. "I push you slowly!"

"Okay." Tommy was trying to lose his fear. When he was only two years-old, he sat on a swing and fell with the face on the floor. He made a pretty ugly cut to the forehead, still being visible today a scar on its left side, and broke the two front teeth. With a lot of luck, as the doctor said, he didn't broke the nose bone, but what he injured had been traumatizing enough for him not sit on a swing for 3 years. Kensi and Deeks thought they'd die just with fear that day, seeing their son crying and crying, covered in blood. Somehow, they remained calm for themselves and for Marty and Danielle, to not scare them as well.

In just six years they had been through a lot of skinned knees and elbows, a lot of cuts and scars, all of the kids had broke at least one tooth, they had all went to the hospital more than once and all because they are too energetic. After the fifth time, Kensi and Deeks started to deal with those things with some ease. Some. But, more than these scares, the worst were the nights after the trouble cases, when the couple stayed awake all night, just to make sure the three kids were still sleeping. Just to make sure they were safe.

"Wahoo!" Tommy yelled, with his brownish hair waving in the wind. "Faaaaster! Push faster, Dani!"

"Dani, don't push him faster, please!" Kensi attempted to say, but said it too late. She just took a few steps back, waiting to catch one of them before hitting the ground. But Danielle made it even more amusing: she jumped to the swing as well, being on her feet over the seat, holding the chains. "Danielle, step down there, now!" She yelled. "You're getting yourself hurt!"

In that moment, and out of nowhere came Deeks running after Marty who was already riding the bike without the training wheels. Neither Deeks nor Kensi could avoid what happened, even though their eyes pictured it all the second before it all happened. Marty ran, unintentionally, against the brothers and the three ended up lying on the ground. They both froze and the kids started laughing, helping each other getting up.

"Can I say that our kids are masochists?" Deeks said shocked with what he was seeing. Everyone who was close to them stopped and stared as well.

"I'd love to deny, but…Are you okay, kids?"

"Didn't hurt anything!" Marty joked.

"Me neither!" Danielle said.

"And I'm not scared of swings anymore!"

"Good Lord, I don't think my heart can handle this stuff!" Deeks sighed, looking at the cloudless sky. "Are you trying to kill us?" Deeks walked closer to Kensi, checking on the kids for any injure, mumbling. "Sunday afternoon on the park with the kids. It'll be fun, they say!"

Kensi smiled at his reaction and said. "They're all okay."

Deeks grabbed Danielle in arms and called the two boys to follow him. He told them to sit at the bench and to be quiet and still for a little while. He walked a bit away from them, always keeping them under his look, but far enough for them not to hear his and Kensi's conversation. He looked at her and she understood him right away. "I know."

"What?"

"I think we are reckless. What kind of parents are we?" Kensi was near tears admitting that. "Tom was toothless on the front when he was two, has a scar on the forehead, Dani broke a leg just two months ago and Marty didn't luckily get blind with a pen…" Eventually the tears fell down her cheeks. "We should be protecting them." She whimpered, cleaning the tears.

"And we do protect them." Deeks pulled her for a tight hug. "We love them over everything and we'd do anything to keep them safe. Look at them." He said, looking at them sitting on the bench and playing rock-paper-scissors. "They still have all the organs and body parts. They just don't stop and we have to learn to live with it, like we learnt to live without making plans." He put a kiss on her forehead and grabbed her hand. "We live one day at the time." They walked to the kids and when they saw the expression on the father's face, they hushed. "Here's the deal: we can go to the ice cream parlor as we agree, but if it is for you to continue behaving like this we go home and there are no more afternoons like this."

Marty spoke on the behalf of the brothers. "We're sorry…and we'll behave."

"Good. Marty, grab the bicycle, Tom and Danielle, bring the tricycle." He ordered and the three walked calmly. If there was something Kensi loved and learnt about Deeks was that he was an amazing father. He taught them, played with them, was the cool dad, but he knew when to raise the voice and make them obey. More than knowing when, he knew how to do it. He knew how to balance the role of father perfectly: he knew when to be nice and easy going and when to educate and discipline.

"Stop making me look bad. Not everyone can be as great parent as you." Kensi joked, feeling a bit sad with herself.

"You are an extraordinary mother, Kensi. Every woman who's a mother had already died with so many scares they gave us, but not you. You handle things, you don't overprotect them and mostly, you don't panic them when something's wrong. I can only be this good as dad because you support me."

"You just always know what to say, don't you?" He put the arm around her shoulders as the five walked to the car. Kensi and Deeks carried the bicycle and the tricycle as the three walked in front of them. Marty was on the middle, Tom on his right and Dani on his left when the twins reached for their big brother hand. The couple looked at each other and smiled, seeing the cuteness of them, walking holding hands.

The whole team, the whole family are nothing else than exceptions to the rule. They are more together than any other team; they are each other's family. They work without any plans…improvisation is enough. Living day after day is enough. They know each other, they care about each; why worry about anything else? They are the unbreakable team and family; they are the exception to the rule.

THE END

I know the kids may seem a bit of suicidal, but with those parents, for more responsible they are...So, don't judgments, this is how I picture their kids!