A/N: Ha! This chapter is longer then the first two combined. Sorry it took so long. After what happened to Dom in the show, I had a hard time writing it with Dom in it. It's finally up! Yay!

I hope you like it! I have no idea what a the lecture would be like so I made it all up. If it's incorrect, let me know would you? I have the enxt chapter going already, and hopefully, when I get a chance, it'll be done on Sunday. I'm suddenly in a writing mood after months of nothing.


The team drove downtown to a small office building where it was arranged their lecture for the day would be held – in a small conference room. They could not hold it at their office, for security reasons, so Hetty had made a call to a friend, and arranged for the lecture to be held in a downtown office building for the day.

They were stopped at reception by the receptionist, who looked bored out of her mind. She was wearing a black long sleeved shirt with a white short sleeved t-shirt over the top and jeans, but it was her hair that created a few stares. Her hair was bright pink and styled in two high pigtails.

To match what the woman was wearing, she was chewing gum, spinning around in her pink fluffy desk chair. She stopped when she saw them approach.

"Good morning, how can I help you?" she asked cheerfully, giving them her full attention.

"Ah, good morning," Sam replied, clearing his throat slightly still in shock.

"We're here for the sexual harassment lecture," Callen took over.

"Oh of course," her smile widened considerably, "You're going to be up on the seventh floor today. Take the elevator to floor seven, turn right, down the hall to the last room on your right, conference room seven, you can't miss it."

"Thank you," Callen gave her a kilo-watt smile. Kensi poked him, as the group made their way to the elevator. Callen drummed his fingers against his leg as he impatiently waited for it to arrive on the ground floor.

Sam and Kensi both looked around the building taking in the ground floor whilst Dom looked at the wall, a blank expression on his face.

"It's okay to be nervous," Callen told the younger agent, placing a hand on his shoulder, as the elevators doors arrived, and with a ding, opened up. The team slowly got into the elevator cart, and Sam pressed seven.

The door shut, and Dom looked behind him to Callen. "I'm not nervous."

"Oh no?" he questioned, trying to contain a grin. "Well you should be!"

Dom swallowed nervously, but Kensi laughed and patted his shoulder gently. "Relax, they're not that bad. Just boring."

"Oh, no, they can be interesting… remember last time?" Sam questioned, trying not to laugh.

Callen looked at him confused. "You mean the time where we had the male instructor and -"

"No, no. The time after that? When you and Kensi had that bet going?"

"Oh yeah… I'd forgotten about that," he muttered, gently nudging Kensi.

"Hey," Dom muttered, looking around, as the elevator doors opened, and they stepped out, "isn't Eric meant to be attending this as well?"

"And Nate," Sam confirmed.

Callen followed Sam down the corridor, and turned to the younger agent. "They were going to meet us here. They'll probably rock up late in their usual fashion."

"Nate's not usually late."

They reached conference room seven, and, after a quick look at one another, tried the door. It opened in Kensi's hand, so she pushed it open, walked into the room, followed by the other three.

The room was set up like a typical school room - rows of individual desks with chairs and a master desk at the end of the room with a desk chair, and a white board behind the desk. There were four rows, of four desks, making a total of sixteen desks.

"I feel as though I am in school again!" Dom commented, standing in the door way with the others, looking around the room, eyes wide.

"They do that to screw with your mind," Callen explained, "trying to make you feel as though you are being punished."

"Which we are," Sam added with a pointed look to Kensi. The female agent glared back and stalked across the room, to take a seat at the desk in the back corner of the room. Callen followed suit, and sat in front of her. Sam sat next to Callen, whilst Dom sat on the opposite side of the room.

When Eric and Nate arrived ten minutes later, Eric took a seat next to Dom, and Nate took a seat next to Kensi.

Kensi was muttering something to herself, which nobody could understand but they were cut of from answering by the arrival of a blond woman wearing a bright purple singlet top, and a short black skirt. Her long blonde hair was out, swinging over her shoulders as she made her way to the front of the room. She carried a blue file, which she placed down on the table in front of her.

She turned to face her class, her face a huge smile. "Hey guys; my name is Cynthia, and welcome to what I am sure is yet another sexual harassment lecture."

"Actually," Dom raised his hand slightly, "this is my first."

"Ah, well then, you can be my very first victim." The others all grinned at one another, as Dom nervously put his hand back down onto the table.

"Define sexual harassment for me."

Dom paled and tried hard to think of what the definition would be. He knew what it was, but he didn't know how to put it into words. "Ah… it's like sexual jokes in the workplace?"

"Yes, that is a form of sexual harassment in the work place… but what is it?" She looked at him for a minute, but when he didn't answer, she turned to everyone else. No one said anything, so she decided to pick someone.

"Yes. You."

"It's unwelcome sexual advances in the workplace," Nate explained to her, to which everyone else rolled their eyes.

"Mr Getz, you are of course, correct with the definition of sexual harassment." Nate frowned, wandering how she knew exactly who he was. "Now," she looked around the room, flashing them all a smile. "Do you know why you're here today?"

"Do you?" Callen asked, raising his hand. "Do you even know what our job is?"

"Of course I do," she said confidently, but the fact she was eyeing the folder gave her away as not knowing the complete story.

"You don't do you," Sam asked rhetorically, sighing. "Well this is just great," he threw his arms up into the air in defeat.

"They don't just send anyone to me Mr Hanna," she spoke, a small smile playing across her features.

"No, no, of course not," Callen spoke sarcastically.

"They send teams to me, often because of an event that happened which is classified as sexual harassment. Who wants to tell me why you were sent here today?"

The team shared a look. No one wanted to answer the question. Cynthia waited a moment and got nothing from any of them, so she decided to continue on with her lecture. Sam, Callen and Kensi started a quite conversation up the back, whilst Eric and Dom held their own conversations.

"Mr Callen, why don't you go first, tell me something that is considered sexual harassment."

"A sexual joke of some kind."

"Okay," she noted, using the red marker to write it on the white board. "An example would be?" she left the question open for him.

"Oh ah," he paused, actually having to think about it. "I guess when we tease Kens here because she's a girl. You know, make sexual jokes at her expense."

"Because she's a girl?" Cynthia asked. Callen and Sam shared a look.

"No, because she's one of the only one of us who actually has a life outside of work."

Kensi rolled her eyes, but Cynthia looked pleased, and wrote it up next to Jokes. She turned her back to the group, whom all leaned in to confer with one another about this whole event.

Nate rolled his eyes and leant into the group. "If you actually listened and paid attention then maybe you'd learn something."

"Yeah G," Sam chimed in, "and then maybe just maybe we wouldn't get sent here again."

"You can blame Kensi for that one," Callen added, turning to his partner, giving her an apologetic smile. Kensi glared at him and kicked the back of his chair.

"It's usually your fault."

He held his hands up in mock surrender looking up at the board, which had two more examples written - hugs and inappropriate touching.

"Ah, yeah, I have two questions about them," Kensi raised her hand. Cynthia turned to her and gave her full attention.

"First up, what is the word hugs doing up there?" Kensi demanded, "Hugs are not unwanted advances. They are used to show affection."

"Hugs can still be sexual in nature, and therefore, are considered to be part of sexual harassment," Cynthia tried to explain to the agent but Kensi cut her off.

"Does anyone in this room get offended when I hug them?"

"Kensi," Dom raised his hand nervously, "You never hug me, only Sam and Callen and that's what offends me."

Kensi raised an eyebrow at the admittance while Sam let out a low whistle. Kensi took a minute, before she turned back to Cynthia, who was frowning.

"It is okay to hug someone, but ask permission first," Cynthia told her.

"Nate, can I hug you?" Kensi asked, turning to the psychologist and battering her eyelids at him. Nate's eyes went directly to Callen, who grinned at him and shrugged, turned in his seat to watch the display, alongside Sam. Eric and Dom also turned to watch the show.

"Sorry Kensi."

"It's okay," Kensi shrugged it off, turning to the front, arms folded across her chest.

"Good, we've learnt lesson number one," Cynthia smiled at the group wildly, feeling the beginning of a headache coming on. "Hugs are considered harassment. Don't hug anyone without permission." Dom raised his hand and she decided to answer his question.

"Inappropriate touching. If I place a hand on Kensi's shoulder is that included?"

"And why would your hand be on her shoulder?" she asked staring right at him, keeping her voice even to keep from yelling out.

"Yeah Dom," Kensi turned to him, "why would your hand be on my shoulder?"

"She's enjoying this way too much," Sam whispered to Callen, who silently agreed. Kensi was enjoying this way to much.

"At the end of a gun-fight, I usually pat her on the back as I walk past, to say good work or something," Dom shrugged avoiding looking at Kensi, hoping Cynthia wouldn't look too deep into his answer, but Cynthia roused on him.

"That would be considered inappropriate behavior," she told him before directing her attention to the class. "Lesson number two people - hands to yourself."

"Okay," Callen spoke loudly, causing the group to turn to him. "We've worked out we can't tease Kensi, we can't hug her, and we have to keep our hands to our self, why don't you tell us what we can do?"

Cynthia rolled her eyes at the man that appeared to be the ring-leader in this circus. The girl behind him, Kensi Blye, well, her record spoke for its self. She was probably second in command. Cynthia sympathized with her, being the only girl in the group of guys. But from what she could see, Kensi was well liked amongst the group and it didn't seem to be an issue. The black guy next to Callen, Sam Hana, didn't seem to be doing much of anything. He had his arms crossed over her chest, an amused expression on his face silently watching the entire lecture. Eric Beal and Dominic Vale were at the other end of the room, quietly discussing... well, she honestly had no idea what, but it was not her lecture.

Nate Getz seemed to be the only one interested in the lecture its self, which was normal for any group sent to her, especially when they were federal agents. She had nearly zero attention. She'd had FBI in here before, but they were much better behaved then this, even if they were not interested in the content. This group here, well, they were acting like a bunch of five year olds, and she had no idea how to handle them. She had not been trained for this.

She decided to ignore the comment and moved onto the next part of her lecture which would involve verbal sexual harassment. And hopefully the group took this a little bit more seriously then they had the previous.