"I'm not your assistant this time. You're my assistant. Let's go."
Deeks grasped his partner's arm. "Wow, no way. I'm the head manager, you're my assistant. End of discussion."
Kensi glared at him. "What makes you think you'd make a more convincing head manager than me?"
"Do I even have to answer this? Come on Kensalina, look at us. All I'm saying is this is for the sake of the cover."
Sam laughed. "Oh really Deeks? You want to go there?"
Deeks had almost forgotten they were on coms. "Okay guys, who's the most convincing head manager? Don't think."
"We don't have to," Callen said.
"It's Kensi," Sam continued.
"Thanks guys. You're not helping. Okay Kens, we need to act like the well-trained, mature, highly skilled professionals we are. I'm the head manager."
Kensi's nostrils slightly flared. "Do you remember the 'Swedish Screwdriver' Deeks?"
The most stupid grin spread across Deeks' face. "Oh, I do remember the 'Swedish Screwdriver'."
"You wanna be the head manager? Fine. No more 'Swedish Screwdriver' for you," Kensi said, smiling mischievously; and with that she started to walk towards the building entrance.
Deeks ran behind her. "Wait, what?! I'm your assistant! I'm your assistant!"
Awaiting in the car a few meters away, Sam turned to his partner, a confused look on his face. "A Swedish what now? Forget I asked, I don't wanna know."
Callen snorted in amusement. "I do."