"Hey Sam. Interesting costume. Not sure what it is, but interesting none the less," Callen observed as he walked inside the club and greeted his partner.

Sam wore various shades of brown fabric that formed a tunic and pants, and furry-topped boots that came up to mid-calf. He had on a hat trimmed in some kind of fur, and a long cape over his shoulders. A few straps and belts crossed his torso, and an empty sheath – presumably for a sword – hung at his hip.

"You have no idea who I am? Look again," Sam told his partner. Nell, Eric and Granger gave him the once over as well. They all shook their heads.

"Picture me on horseback, wielding a sword as I ride toward you." His teammates continued to look at him, not knowing the answer. Sam sighed in defeat. "I'm Attila the Hun. The baddest of the bad asses in history. Seriously, how did you guys not see that?"

Callen studied him a moment longer. "Yeah, I can kind of see it, but you know records say he was short, bearded and had grey hair by the time he started his raids. Not very historically accurate there big guy."

Sam rolled his eyes and let out a "hmph". He looked at Callen's costume and chuckled. "And we're supposed to believe that get-up is a World War 1 flying ace? Nice try."

Callen adjusted his aviator's goggles and threw the end of his scarf over his shoulder. "I am completely accurate. Imagine me in a Sopwith Camel, flying through the open skies, chasing down the Red Baron. He doesn't stand a chance!"

"Sure, G," Sam chuckled. "Hey, where's Kensi? I thought she was coming with you."

Callen shook his head. "She was, but then decided at the last minute to go with Deeks on his big stakeout tonight. Too bad."

"Well, I do say that we should begin the festivities if all are here," Eric remarked in a bad British accent. "Right this way, m'lady," he said as he held out his arm for Nell, who gladly accepted. They sauntered off toward the games and activities in beautiful velvety Renaissance-style lord and lady costumes.

"Those two never cease to amaze me," Granger said shaking his head. "What are they supposed to be, the king and queen of LA?"

"Then I guess that would make you the jester!" Callen called out as he and Sam turned toward the bar. At the elder man's unimpressed look, Callen added, "Sir."

"Unlike many of you, I've been working steady. I didn't have time to get anything before tonight," Granger said, trying to make excuses for his sad-looking white sheet with holes cut out for eyes and a mouth. He sat down on a bar stool and ordered a beer.

After a few drinks, the senior partners made their over to where a variety of games had been set up for the guests. There were video games of all genres, pool, darts, bobbing for apples, and something about pinning the tail on the Playboy Bunny. Callen opted to play one of the "classic" Halloween games, and bob for apples. The game had an adult twist to it, though, and the apples were bobbing in a tub of vodka instead of water. That made it even better in Callen's mind. He challenged his partner to a round, and Sam couldn't pass up a chance to beat his partner. With hands behind their backs, and the crowd counting down from 3, the two men plunged their faces into the vat of fruit to see who would come up victorious.

After a few moments, both men came up with the same apple in their teeth – Callen's teeth on one side and Sam's dug in on the other. As soon as they realized it, they quickly spit it out. Sam started vigorously wiping at his mouth.

"Uh-uh. No way. My lips touched guy lips. Bleck!" Sam went on, disgusted by the end result of the game.

Callen smirked as he dried his face off with a napkin. "Oh Sam, you know you've wanted it for a long time now."

Sam stopped wiping his mouth and looked straight at his partner. "Don't play with me G. That was nasty – those things should be for Joelle only. Yuck!"

Callen couldn't help himself. "Yeah, but she's not here. You are. It's ok big guy. We can be honest about our relationship."

"I'm gonna kill you…"

"Attila, Hun-ny," Callen cooed. "Is that any way to talk to your soulmate? I thought we had grown closer than ever since that whole submarine thing. A guy should be able to express his feelings to another guy freely. Plus, it's all legal now in California – we can finally be together like we want to be."

Nell and Eric tried to contain the laughter that was threatening to erupt over Callen's antics.

"Can't… hold… it… much… longer…" Nell attempted to say between giggles that were escaping her lips.

Sam gave the tech pair a dirty look and then turned his attention back to G, who was batting his eyelashes at him.

"Granger," he said without looking away from his partner, "I'm going to need a new partner starting Monday." He shook his head slowly and cracked his knuckles. "And you… you better start running now, man. I'm warning you…"

Callen quickly sobered up and took off across the club with Sam right on his tail.

"Oh my god Callen is a dead man," Eric said watching them. "But that was so funny!"

Nell calmed herself down from her fit of laughter and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Never a dull moment with those two. Hey Eric, how did you do at the games? Win anything?"

Eric turned his attention back to Nell and Granger, who was sitting with them now. "Yeah, actually I did pretty well. It's not that hard to beat a bunch of drunks at a video game. I won $100. How about you?"

"I did fairly well myself. Showed a few peasants how to clean up a billiards table, and scored a free overnight at that fancy spa hotel in Beverly Hills." Nell giggled again and curtsied low. "What about you Granger? Did you win big tonight?"

Their assistant director looked up from his beer dejectedly. "All I got was a coupon for $1 off a car wash at any Express Car Wash. Oh, and a free milkshake with purchase at the Burger Barn. If it wasn't for the free beer, this night would be a total disaster."

Nell and Eric tried not to laugh too hard at his misfortune. A minute later Sam and Callen returned to the group, looking ragged but in good spirits. Nell asked if anyone had heard from Deeks or Kensi yet. They all shook their heads, so Callen volunteered to make the call.

After a few rings, the call was answered.

"Deeks here. You're on speakerphone."

"Hey Deeks. Your CI prove to be trustworthy yet?" He chuckled softly on his end of phone. "You're missing the free beer and awesome prizes. Sam won a new TV and Eric scored himself a $100 cash. You blockheads sitting in a car on Halloween are wasting all your time."

"They'll come. I know they will. And I'll be here to bust them," Deeks asserted.

Kensi leaned over toward the driver's side of the car. "You'll see. Deeks knows his CI; he knows what he's doing."

"Ok then. Enjoy the rest of your night," Callen responded, and hung up.