"We need some way of tracking this guy. A GPS tracking chip?" suggested Deeks.
"It's dangerous," said Callen. "He's a professional, he'll notice things like that."
"You know what would be perfect in this situation? Overwatch," said Kensi wistfully.
"Too bad they discontinued that program after all the problems it caused," Deeks complained.
"I'm sure they knew what they were doing," said Sam stiffly. "The tracking spray was too dangerous in the wrong hands. Using it secretly would be foolish."
The team carefully avoided each others' eyes. They maintained a studied silence, looking at files, their hands, out the window, anywhere but each other.
"All right," sighed Sam, breaking the silence, "I stole one can. You guys?"
"Two cans," reported Deeks, pulling them from a hidden compartment under his desk.
"I lifted half a case from the woman's bag," admitted Kensi.
"An entire case," Callen informed them, unlocking a metal box in the back of his drawer. When the others stared at him, he shrugged and announced, "Hey, you can take a kid off the streets . . ."
There was a moment's silence as they regarded the lifetime's supply of tracking spray that they had each stolen without the knowledge of the others. Then they burst out laughing.