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Deeks groaned, but didn't say anything. Since Kensi came home, he had let her do whatever she wanted, or done whatever she wanted him to do, without saying a word: even if it meant watching Barbie. He could tell KC was about to say something and shook his head at her. "Okay, Kens."

KC looked at Deeks. "I'm sorry. I can't. And if you ask her, I don't think she wants you doing it either, at least the Kensi I know wouldn't."

"KC, it doesn't matter..." Deeks tried to tell her.

"It does. It matters." KC was near tears with frustration, but she knew somewhere in the back of her head that as long as they catered to Kensi's every whim, she'd never get better. She had no problem doing it during the nightmares, but this was something else entirely. It scared her, that maybe she didn't know her best friend, her sister, anymore. "Tell her."

"I don't need to tell her anything."

"He's a man, Kens. He doesn't want to watch Barbie. He's doing it to be polite, because it's what you want. I, however, have no such reservations. I don't want to watch it either."

Deeks nodded without looking at her. "Barbie's not really my thing, Kens, but if that's what you want..."

"Deeks." KC said. "Enough."

"Really?" Deeks asked, a hopeful tone in his voice.

KC tried to hide a smile. "Then why?" Deeks asked.

"But there's all that other stuff, all those other kids movies..." He studied her. "You wanted to see how far it would go."