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Lottie.


"What can I do for you Mr. Callen," Hetty queried, leaning back in her desk chair, a warm cup of tea in hand. Callen didn't reply straight away, taking a moment rather to stare intently at Hetty, internally weighing up his options and the consequences they may cause. Hetty met Callen's gaze, challenging the senior agent to voice what it is was that was troubling him.

"Does the name Igor Gorecki mean anything to you?" Callen inquired keeping his features neutral, as to prevent Hetty from getting a read off him and have her figure out more than he wanted her to. Hetty eyes flickered with recognition for a split second, before she casually answered Callen.

"Should it?" Hetty questioned, placing her cup of tea back down on her desk.

"I don't know, that's why I am asking," Callen lied, trying to read Hetty's reaction to the name.
Hetty sat in silence, staring back at Callen who looked as though he was distracted, yet wanting to find out as much information as possible and that coming to her had been a desperate play.

A loud knocking on the front door brought Callen back from the memories of the veiled conversation he had shared with Hetty the previous afternoon and to reality, where Sam was waiting grumpily for him at the front door. Sighing to himself, Callen gathered his gym bag and trudged over to the front door, where he was met by a begrudged Sam who just raised his eyebrows questioningly.

"Sorry Sam," Callen immediately apologized shutting the door behind him and locking it. He had no idea how long Sam had been waiting for him and knocking on his front door, but from Sam's body language he could tell he had been minutes away from breaking the door down himself.

"Fell asleep again?" Sam questioned looking at Callen's dishevelled appearance.

"You could say that," Callen shrugged pulling the passenger side door open and getting into the car. Sam shook his head out of Callen's vision before hopping in the car himself, slamming the door hard.

"We're going to be late," Sam announced, as the engine roared to life.

"I say we still will beat Kensi and Deeks," Callen challenged smirking to himself, as Sam pulled away from the curb.

"It's not hard to do,"

With that comment, the conversation fell flat, Callen not being one hundred per cent invested in it, his train of thought elsewhere. Sam could tell that Callen was replaying thoughts through his mind, lost in his own memories and hoped that it wasn't going to affect his performance yet again. After almost ten minutes of silence, Sam looked over to Callen who was watching the scenery out the passenger window. Deciding that he couldn't let this 'thing' continue unspoken, Sam cleared his throat, gaining Callen's attention.

"What did Hetty have to say yesterday?" Sam inquired, gauging Callen's reaction. Callen's mind flashed with the memory of their conversation yet again.

"I'm sorry Mr Callen but I have never been acquainted with an Igor Gorecki," Hetty lied, tenting her fingers in front of her.

"Not much," Callen said shaking his head at the memory.

"It have anything to do with that file?" Sam questioned looking back over at Callen. Callen gave Sam a sagacious look, making it clear that it did have everything to do with the file but he was not going to discuss the details with him.

"G…" Sam warned, knowing that Callen was withholding information from him. Whilst he was used to Callen's secrecy this seemed to be bigger than normal.

"When this week is over Sam," Callen provided, knowing what Sam was getting at.

"You're not going to go lone wolf on me again?" Sam asked, speeding up to overtake a car, faster than necessary.

"I think it is my turn," Callen shrugged looking to Sam, which a sarcastic smirk.

"It's not something to take turns at G," Sam scolded gripping the steering wheel even tighter.

"Seems like it is," Callen retorted looking back out the window.

"Fine, after this week," Sam relented, making a hard left into a high school parking lot. Callen nodded his as he turned his head back to Sam.

"What are we doing here?" Callen inquired looking around to find Hetty and Nell's car in the parking lot.

"Day three of events G. Did you not read your message from Hetty?" Sam informed with a smile, as he opened the car door, not waiting for Callen's response. Callen hadn't read the message Hetty had sent him that morning, or any other messages that he had received the previous night, he had been far too distracted trying to connect all the dots in his current 'case'.

"Really?" Callen asked himself, as he followed Sam out of his car. Day three was going to be a lot different than expected.


Sam strolled casually through the large high school, dodging and weaving through buildings and table tops, whilst Callen followed behind him slowly. They had made a silent agreement that the file and the conversation with Hetty were not to be mentioned again that day, and Callen was secretly hoping that it wouldn't be mentioned at all for the rest of the week. Finally making their way through the bulk of the school, Sam and Callen arrived at the large football/athletic field situated at the back of the school. Entering the field, they found Hetty, Eric and Nell waiting for them on the stands, clipboards in hand, with no Kensi or Deeks in sight.

"Good morning gentleman," Hetty greeted as they approached the stand and climbed the first steps.

"Morning Hetty," Sam greeted, as Callen just glanced suspiciously at Hetty.

"Sorry we are late, G didn't get enough beauty sleep," Sam mocked, looking over to Callen who returned his playful smirk.

"That's quite alright, as you can see Miss Blye and Mr Deeks are yet to grace us with their presence." Hetty informed indicating to the empty bench beside Eric and Nell.

"Their cars weren't in the parking lot," Sam added, looking around the arena, taking in the environment.

"I have placed a call and left a message on both Miss Blye's and Mr Deeks' phones but yet to hear from them."

Sam and Callen shared a look, both knowing exactly what the other was thinking. Neither had been there when Kensi and Deeks had left the beach but it didn't take a genius to figure out that they had more than likely gone home together at some point.

"I'll try call them again," Callen provided pulling out his cell phone from his gym shorts.

"And if they don't respond, Sam and I will go get them ourselves."

It was now Eric and Nell's turned to exchange a stunned look, for they both had seen the way Kensi and Deeks had been acting at the beach. They were sure that they had gone home together and that if Callen and Sam went hunting for them, they may just be caught in a compromising position. Callen pressed the speak button on his phone, listening to the ringing tone as he waited for someone to pick up the connection.


Deeks awoke to the sound of music echoing throughout his apartment, making quite a disturbance as the phone rattled against his glass coffee table. Cracking open an eye, Deeks took in his surroundings, finding himself uncomfortably splayed out across his couch, a blanket thrown over his back but not a pillow in sight. Wiping the drool from his chin, Deeks grabbed for the offending phone, answering it in a haze.

"This is Deeks,"

"Deeks?" Callen's questioning voice accused.

"Yep," Deeks confirmed, sitting up on the couch throwing the blanket on to the floor, careful not to hit the still half full bottle of beers on the coffee table.

"Ah okay, sure. Are you and Kensi going to make an appearance today?" Callen mocked through the phone, amusement clear in his tone. Deeks closed his eyes in confusion, trying to clear his head of the sleepy haze that was clouding his thought process.

"Callen it's only like eight, we will be there at nine," Deeks groaned, untangling his feet as he stepped off the couch and headed towards the bathroom.

"Deeks it's ten thirty," Sam informed, clearing taking the phone from Callen.

"It's not ten thirty, my alarm was set for eight," Deeks argued, pushing the door to his bedroom open. Deeks was greeted by the soft snores of Kensi, who had taken up residence in the middle of his bed, sprawled out across it, taking up as much space as possible. Ignoring the fact that his partner was contently sleeping in his bed, Deeks looked to his alarm clock, that was perched on his bedside table, and noticed that the red digital numbers read ten thirty.

"Shit its ten thirty!" Deeks repeated, suddenly jolting out of his daze.

"That it is Mr Deeks, I suggest you wake Miss Blye and that you two arrive here promptly," Hetty requested, sounding unimpressed by their continuing tardiness. Deeks ran a hand over his face and sighed.

"How did you know Kensi was here?" Deeks inquired, capturing on to that certain part of the conversation.

"I know all Mr Deeks," Hetty reminded smugly. "Now get a move on,"

Deeks pulled the phone away from his ear and looked down at it, receiving nothing but a dial tone. Looking at the background of the phone, Deeks now knew why Hetty had known they had been together. His phone background was certainly not a picture of Leonardo DiCaprio, but rather a picture of Monty at the beach, it was clear that he had inadvertently answered Kensi's phone. Tossing the phone onto Kensi's pile of gym clothes that lay discarded next to her go and gym bag, Deeks took to the task of waking Kensi up.

He had come to notice that over the past two weeks they had been spending a lot more time at each other's apartments than they had previously and had made quite a habit of sleeping in the others bed. Not finding anything particularly wrong with this, Deeks pushed the thought to the back of his mind, for he didn't want to dwell on its implications whilst they were already running late. Grabbing a hold of the duvet, Deeks pulled on it harshly, pulling it off Kensi and onto the floor of his bedroom, along with the mountain of clothes that had laid on it.

"KENSI!" Deeks called loudly, trying to wake Kensi up as quickly as possible, knowing that Hetty would kill them if they weren't at the newest location in at least an hour. Kensi sat up with a start, pulling out her gun from seemingly nowhere and training it on Deeks, her eyes still half closed from sleep.

"I have a gun!" Kensi called, looking around confused, her gun still aimed precisely at Deeks. Deeks let out a low chuckle before picking up Kensi's red uniform and throwing it at her.

"We're late, the alarm didn't go off and Hetty is just about ready to kill us. You can get dressed in the car." Deeks announced as a sea of red enveloped Kensi, who slowly began to lower her gun.

"What?" Kensi replied, removing a red pair of shorts from her head, as she lowered her gun.

"Get moving Blye," Deeks commanded, entering the bathroom, slamming the door with a bang.

Kensi looked around the bedroom and finally realised that she wasn't in her own apartment, but rather she had been asleep in Deeks bed, wearing his t-shirt and socks, with minimal memories explaining the current situation. The toilet flushed and Deeks was pulling the bathroom door open yet again, this time without his shirt on.

"I said get moving Blye," Deeks repeated, walking over to his closet to find a fresh pair of underwear and socks.

"Why am I in your bed?" Kensi questioned, gathering all the red garments Deeks had thrown at her.

"Beats me," Deeks shrugged, picking up a discarded red shirt off the floor and sniffing it.

"Where did you sleep?" Kensi inquired, now raising from the bed and walking over to her pile of belongings.

"On the couch. Look we can play twenty questions on the drive over," Deeks instructed, deciding that the shirt was not going to be suitable for the day, before grabbing the one Kensi had left behind on the bed. Pulling the shirt over his head, Deeks moved quickly past Kensi who was stumbling to the bathroom, beating her to it.

"Deeks," Kensi complained, although taking the opportunity to change her attire, removing Deeks shirt to replace it with a red tank top.

"Just a minute," Deeks called, quickly changing himself. Deeks opened the door, to an unimpressed Kensi who was waiting impatiently, but at least was readily dressed.

"I think my shirt looked better," Deeks announced, allowing Kensi to step past him and into the bathroom, earning himself an elbow to the ribs for his trouble.

"We don't have time for you to take an hour in there," Deeks mocked, gathering the rest of his belongings from his bedroom, as he made his way out to the living room where his gym bag and cell phone were waiting. He heard a muffled reply from Kensi, that he knew was most likely some sort of insult, but knew that it was better not to inquire again to what she had said. Seconds later Kensi, appeared in living room her gym bag in hand, dressed in the team red, trying to hide the fact that she had decided to conceal Deeks shirt she had slept in, in her bag.

"You ready?" Kensi asked breathlessly.

"Yep, let's get moving," Deeks agreed gathering his gym bag and heading out the front door, Kensi close behind him.


The pair wordlessly decided that Kensi was to drive her car, for once her erratic driving techniques would be helpful in getting them to the desired location promptly. It was in this fifteen minute drive to the high school where the day three events were being held, that Kensi and Deeks had been able to piece together the night before and figure out what had actually transpired.

It turned out that after a few beers between partners had turned into several beers and a lot of hamburgers and French fries, Deeks had fallen asleep on the couch from pure exhaustion, and that Kensi had covered him in a blanket and left him to sleep. Realising that she was in no position to drive home, Kensi had decided she was going to make use of Deeks bed and that was how she had ended up in Deeks bed for the night. The only remaining mystery was how Kensi had ended up in Deeks shirt and socks, for which they had both decided to leave as mystery that didn't need to be solved. Deeks was however curious as to why his alarm had not sounded as it was supposed to.

"I can explain that," Kensi sheepishly confided, pulling her hair up into a messy ponytail at the traffic lights.

"Please do, I would love to have something to tell Hetty before she disembowels me," Deeks dramatically joked, looking over to Kensi who scowled at him in return.

"The alarm did go off this morning. I remember hearing it, and hitting what I thought was the snooze button on my alarm, which means I probably hit stop on yours." Kensi shrugged, as she took off from the traffic lights.

"Seems plausible, you can explain that to Hetty," Deeks suggested, his eyes still trained on Kensi.

"Thanks," Kensi sarcastically replied, turning quickly down a side street.

"Any time. Oh and another thing, any particular reason why Leonardo DiCaprio is the back ground on your phone?" Deeks questioned casually. Kensi's eyes grew wide as she turned to Deeks, having not expected that to come from the Detective.

"You went through my phone?" Kensi asked sounding appalled and curious at the same time.

"Correction, I answered your phone," Deeks interjected, trying to save himself from a lecture.

"You answered my phone?" Kensi questioned sounding just as shocked, as she slammed the breaks on as the car in front of her pulled to a stop.

"In my defence I thought it was my phone," Deeks quickly amended grabbing on to the dashboard, preventing himself from hitting it. Kensi indicated and moved around the turning car, taking off hurriedly following the directions Hetty had set out for the team.

"I knew we shouldn't have stopped at Ops yesterday," Kensi groaned, as she continued to battle the traffic with her crazed driving skills.

"What do you mean? It was totally worth it," Deeks defended quickly, feigning hurt as Kensi pulled into the high school parking lot. Deeks and Kensi had decided whilst they were basking in their glory the previous day that they were going to make a quick stop at Ops to record their victory on the 'Agent' camera Hetty had set up for the team. The problem with that idea had been, they had spent much more time at Ops than they had anticipated.

"Professor Deeks has returned from his latest adventure in the wild to report that report that team Densi, did just defeat Sallen, in the volleyball gold medal match," Deeks announced proudly in his animal planet accent, as he steadied the agent cam so it captured both Kensi and Deeks. Kensi narrowed her eyes at Deeks, knowing that he was subtly mocking her with the accent. Kensi grabbed for the camera moving it back on to the stand, so that she and Deeks could sit back against the back wall of the small room, for the broken chair had not been replaced.

"More than defeated, we annihilated them Deeks," Kensi boasted, her grin growing even wider, as she moved away from the camera stand.

"Damn straight," Deeks agreed loudly.

"And we showed them who the superior partnership was," Deeks continued, puffing out his chest.

"Kensi and Deeks volleyball champions," Kensi added, high-fiving Deeks in the process.

"Wait, you don't think they let us win?" Kensi pondered aloud, looking to Deeks expectantly.

"With the way Sam was practically crying after the last point, there is no way they let us win," Deeks retorted, turning his head towards Kensi, allowing for his head to be mere inches away from Kensi's.

"You want to hope Sam doesn't see this or he will flatten you," Kensi reminded, her eyes brightening at the idea.

"Sam won't see this, it's purely for Hetty's own amusement," Deeks deflected, casually pushing aside the possibility. Turning away from Kensi, Deeks looked back into the camera, a mischievous grin forming on his lips.

"On my expedition today, I observed something extraordinary…" Deeks started looking to Kensi, who was glaring at him, as if daring him to finish his sentence. Shuffling slightly under Kensi's gaze, Deeks looked back to the camera and continued his sentence. "The Kenosceros ventured out of its natural environment and decided to hunt for a mate in the deep dark depths of the ocean." Deeks continued knowing that he was digging himself a hole, that he had no way of getting out of. Kensi scoffed at the accusation, but allowed for Deeks to continue, wanting to see where he was taking this.

"Whilst initially provoked by the fine specimen that is the Martoppotumus or Marty, the Kensi quickly hunted down her prey down across the ocean, making it clear that she had desires to mate with him repeatedly." Deeks added, now looking to Kensi, who was once again scowling, but doing a terrible job at hiding her amusement.

"I believe that the Kensi had no desire to mate, but rather intended to kill the Martoppotumus and feed it to the sea gulls." Kensi corrected smugly in a fake accent of her own, her eyes widening with excitement.

"That's just mean," Deeks responded dropping the accent and pretending to be hurt by Kensi's words.

"You'll get used to it," Kensi shrugged, not even trying to hide her growing smile.

"As you can see here, the Kensi is trying to seduce me so that see can produce several offspring, that can continue to do her bidding," Deeks added, wiping the grin off Kensi's face.

"Deeks," Kensi warned through gritted teeth.

"What are the chances; it appears we are going to get to experience the mating call of the Kensi. It's very rare and only heard when provoke appropriately,"

Kensi leaned over and placed a hard blow to Deeks shoulder, similarly to what she had done when they had occupied the room previously.

"Ouch," Deeks groaned grabbing his arm, moving away from Kensi.

"Yeah you'd want to move away Bucko," Kensi warned, as Deeks made for the opposite side of the room.

"As you can see I have once again provoked the Kenosceros and that she is making her move, I may not make it out of this alive, Eric you can have my surfboard and Sam I want you to take good care of Monty, this is the end for me, and Hetty, the silent ninja-assassin, please be sure to warn my replacement of the dangers of the Kensi beast that they will be working with. Professor Marty Deeks over and out," Deeks commentated as Kensi continued to threaten him with bodily harm, before he shut the camera off for the first time.

Kensi scoffed at Deeks defence as she responded. "If we hadn't of gone then we wouldn't have drank as much, we would have gone to bed earlier, in our own beds, we wouldn't have been late and the team wouldn't be thinking we slept together." Kensi hurriedly replied, as she killed the engine and exited the car quickly, grabbing her gym bag from the back seat.

"What? Why? What? Hold up, they think we slept together?" Deeks questioned, shocked as he grabbed his own belongings. Kensi glared at Deeks incredulously.

"C'mon Deeks really?" Kensi questioned locking her car remotely, taking off in the direction of the school buildings.

"Do explain Kens," Deeks antagonised, as he matched her step for step.

"We have car pooled nearly every day for the past two weeks, we are continually late, I wore your shirt, you answered my phone, if it wasn't me in this situation I'd be thinking the same thing," Kensi shrugged matter-of-factly. Deeks didn't respond, but rather the grin on his face grew even wider.

"What?" Kensi accused as they began to approach the athletic/football field.

"Oh nothing partner," Deeks quickly deflected, as the team came into his sight. Kensi looked knowingly at Deeks, a subtle warning clear in her eyes that Deeks couldn't miss if he tried.

"About time you two arrived," Sam teased, as Kensi and Deeks began to climb the stairs.

"I know we're late, again, we're sorry." Kensi apologised, cutting to the chase before the teasing went any further, as she dropped her gym bag down next to what she presumed was Callens.

"Late night?" Callen questioned, looking Kensi over with prying eyes that a big brother would, as Sam looked at Deeks expectantly.

"You could say that," Deeks shrugged, winking at Kensi who rolled her eyes in return.

"The alarm didn't go off," Kensi amended, not wanting to add to fuel to the already burning fire in Sam and Callen's head.

"So you did stay together," Callen observed looking to Sam, "You owe me ten dollars,"

"What?" Kensi inquired looking from Sam to Callen.

"I bet Sam ten dollars you two had stayed together last night, easiest ten dollars I've ever made," Callen boasted as Sam reluctantly handed the ten dollar bill
to Callen.

"I'll have that back by the end of the day G," Sam threatened, as Callen tucked the bill safely into his pocket.

"Where's Eric and Nell?" Deeks questioned looking across the stands.

"And Hetty?" Kensi added, sharing a concerned look with Deeks.

"They're out at the Javelin runway, Hetty got tired of waiting for you guys. We have already competed." Callen informed, grinning with Sam.

"You've already competed?" Deeks questioned, raising his eyebrows comically.

"Yep, advantages of being on time," Sam shrugged, his smug smirk reaching his eyes.

"Just gives us something to beat," Kensi retorted, beginning to descend down the stairs.

"C'mon Deeks, we have some more gold medals to win." Kensi called over her shoulder.

"Kensi has spoken," Deeks joked, exchanging glances with Sam and Callen who smirked at him suspiciously, before taking off behind Kensi.


DAY THREE; JAVELIN

It didn't take long for Kensi and Deeks to cross the large football field where Hetty, Nell and Eric were waiting for them, Sam and Callen flanking behind, sniggering as though they were teenage girls, which was fitting due to the high school environment.

"Miss Blye, Mr Deeks," Hetty greeted from her officiating table, where Nell and Eric stood waiting.

"We can explain…" Deeks started, looking to Kensi, waiting for her to finish his sentence. Kensi narrowed her eyes slightly at Deeks, for she had no desire to be the one that explained their tardiness to Hetty.

"The alarm didn't work as planned..." Kensi continued, looking down to Hetty.

"Well you are here now, let's get started shall we? You both get three throws each, which must be completed within the provided running distance. Only those that make contact with the ground shall be officially counted, anything else is considered a misthrow. Due to the time constraints there will only one practice throw each before the official throws begin." Hetty informed, indicating to the two javelin poles that were lying on the ground next to the designated track.

"Mr Deeks shall throw first, followed by Miss Blye." Hetty added, tenting her fingers before herself, as she leaned back in her chair.

"Any questions?"

"Just one," Deeks started, slightly raising his hand, "What exactly did Callen and Sam score?" Deeks questioned hesitantly.

"Had you been here on time Mr Deeks you would know yourself," Hetty replied smartly, covering a small smirk . Kensi and Deeks exchanged a heated glare, each subtly blaming the other for their late arrival.

"Shall we begin?" Hetty asked expectantly, looking at her agents.

Deeks shrugged his shoulders, leisurely strolling over to the horizontal javelin projectiles that laid in wait for himself and Kensi. Picking up the larger of the two that he assumed was for his use, Deeks played with it in the palm of his hand, trying to get used to the feeling of the foreign object and estimate an appropriate grip. Looking up at the thirty metres that waited ahead of him and the lush green grass that covered the field, Deeks took a slow breath, gripping the apparatus tightly. Raising the bar, Deeks began his run up, placing his feet carefully as he closed the gap, leaving himself minimal room to throw the javelin. Gaining enough speed, Deeks released the javelin, throwing it high into the air, forming an arch as it spliced through the air and landing at the seventy metre mark. Deeks turned to Kensi, his eyebrows raised in disbelief, clearly shocked that he had managed to throw the javelin such a distance.

"Impressive," Kensi nodded, watching as Eric retrieved the javelin and moved it to the side. Deeks moved out of the path of Kensi who was now taking a similar
stance to what he had done so previously, looking fiercely down the straight, her eyes focused on the target.

"Get them partner," Deeks encouraged from the side, his hands on his hips and his eyes on Kensi. Smiling to herself at Deeks comment, Kensi began running up the track in a completely different technique to Deeks, releasing the javelin with a huge force and watched as it flew through the air to land at forty five metres.

"Is that all you've got Kens?" Callen mocked, as he reclined back in a chair beside Hetty who recorded the distance of the practice throw.
Kensi sent Callen a glare, not giving him the satisfaction of replying to his mocking comment. Nell came trudging down the field to return the javelin to Kensi and Deeks, wishing them luck on their official throws, before returning out to the field where Eric was waiting for her. Deeks was once again standing on the runway, javelin in hand, his concentration impenetrable. Following the same routine as he had for his practice throw, Deeks wound up his arm and released an impressive throw, covering almost seventy five metres.

"I bet you didn't beat that," Deeks teased, parading past Sam and Callen, the challenge evident in his tone.

"Watch yourself there Huckleberry." Sam reminded, as Kensi began to run down for her throw. Deeks watched as Kensi effortlessly released the projectile and as it sailed through the air to land around the fifty metre mark. Kensi screwed her nose up at the result knowing that she was a good twenty metres off her partner and most likely Sam, her only hope was to beat Callen.

Watching Kensi and Deeks continue their turns, Sam and Callen sat back with confident smirks. Callen had thrown a high score of seventy eight on his turn, with Sam only five points behind on a seventy three. Whilst Sam now knew he was no longer a contender for the silver medal, he knew that there was no way Deeks was going to fluke a seventy eight metre throw to push Callen out of front position. Kensi however, despite her athletic abilities appeared to be out of the competition on this particular event, and was looking to suffer her first individual loss of the Op-lympics, which ensured plenty of mocking from both Sam and Callen was going to follow.

Kensi took to the runway for her last throw of the event, her eyes focused as she hoped that by some miracle that her last throw would push her up into medal contention and out of the inevitable last position that was lingering over her name. Taking off down the athletic tarp, Kensi released the javelin with all her strength, pushing it through the air, watching its flight it path intently, willing it on, as it began to arch down at the sixty metre mark. When the projectile landed, Kensi let out a breath she had been holding, knowing that she had just been handed her first overall individual defeat of the Op-lympic games. Shaking her head, with her hands on her hips, Kensi turned to Deeks, who merely shrugged at her, not knowing what to say to his disappointed partner.
Sam and Callen stood from their chairs and made their way over to Kensi and Deeks who were waiting by the runway.

"Good job guys," Callen started knowing that sportsmanship was a part of the contest too and that he could mock Kensi later on when the wounds weren't so fresh.

"Thanks," Deeks answered for them both, whilst Kensi crossed her arms across her chest. Sam watched as Eric and Nell carried the javelin back onto the athletic tarp and consulted with Hetty, for he was eager to hear the results and to see if Deeks had in fact managed to knock Callen of his winning pedestal. After what appeared to be a heated discussion, Hetty, Eric and Nell made their way to the small group, each trying to conceal a grin.

"Congratulations on yet another event completed. Whilst this was definitely outside the usual tasks I ask of you, you each took it in your stride and gave it your very best, but alas it is still a competition so the results are as follows. In fourth place, Miss Blye with a throw of sixty point two-two, in third Mr Hanna, with a throw of seventy three point one eight, in second…" Hetty announced, hesitating at the announcement of second place for the dramatic effect she had taken to over the past three days.

"Mr Deeks with a throw of seventy six point eight nine, congratulations Mr Callen on his winning throw, seventy eight point two four," Hetty proudly boasted, shaking hands with Callen.

"Another gold medal for Sallen it would seem," Nell reminded, coming to stand besides Sam and Callen, clapping them both on the shoulders.

"It would seem so Ms Jones," Hetty agreed, looking down at the official scores that Eric and Nell had so efficiently recorded.

"I suggest we make our way over to the opposite of the track where the newest event is waiting. Now that the javelin has been conquered, I think it's time you took a shot at jumping." Hetty decided, tucking the result sheet into her pocket, before leading the team across the football field.


EVENT DAY THREE; HIGH JUMP

Whilst it wasn't a long trip across the football field, the two teams took every minute to play mind games with the other, and to quip mocking remarks to throw the other off their game.

"We might need to get Deeks a swimming cap, so that mop he calls hair doesn't knock the bar off," Sam teased, rubbing Deeks on the head.

"That's inappropriate touching yet again, I shall be reporting this to human resources," Deeks remarked hurriedly, moving out of Sam's grip. Hetty stopped mid stride, turning to glare warningly at her team. Sam pulled his hand back to his side quickly, looking as though he had been caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar. Smirking to herself whimsically, Hetty turned back on her heel and continued her practiced march ahead of the team. Sam glared at Deeks the instant her back was turned and Deeks instinctively stuck out his tongue at the older agent.

"It's like they're really back in high school," Callen sighed, looking to Kensi for confirmation.

"I'm not sure Deeks ever really left," Kensi joked, looking past Callen, to where Deeks was now making a crude comment about Sam's lack of hair being an advantage.

"If Sam knocks him out again, he can take him home this time." Kensi whispered to Callen, causing him to chuckle.

"I think he will knock him out for good this time Kens," Callen remarked, as Sam noticeably restrained himself. Kensi couldn't help but laugh at Callen's comment.

"Even better, then he can keep him,"

"Not enjoying your quality time with Deeks, Kens?" Callen inquired knowingly, nudging Kensi in the process. Kensi half-heartedly scowled at Callen, ignoring his remark, as she turned to Nell.

"A bit too much sun yesterday Nell?" Kensi commented, noticing Nell's rosy complexion, effectively changing the subject off herself and Deeks.

"You'd think after all this time in L.A. I would have improved; apparently I am just not made to be in the sun," Nell joked tugging her light cardigan to her chest.

"You and me both sister," Eric agreed, adding a ghetto emphasis on the last word, that caused Nell to open her eyes wider in surprise, ignoring his outstretched hand. Eric looked sheepishly at Kensi and Nell, withdrawing his hand and replacing it back into his pocket.

"I think I'll go save Deeks before he ends up in the emergency room," Kensi announced, as Deeks yelped in pain as Sam punished him for yet another smart comment.

"Kensi you should put a muzzle on Deeks when you bring him out in public," Sam mocked, giving Deeks the once over, as Kensi approached the pair.

"Well Callen should get his pet SEAL fitted with a shock collar," Deeks retorted instantly, rubbing his injured arm.

"C'mon Deeks, Hetty is waiting for us," Kensi prompted grabbing Deeks by the bicep, leading him away from the scowling Sam and amused Callen.

"He started it Kensi," Deeks reassured, looking over his shoulder at Sam who was still glaring threateningly at him.

"And I am finishing it," Kensi decided, her grip on Deeks arm tightening. Deeks turned around looking Kensi in the eye.

"I did manage to get in his head though," Deeks boasted, proud of his unorthodox efforts.

"Whatever works Sparky,"

"He is a serial pest G," Sam complained as they strolled over to the opposite side of the designated high jump area.

"I know Sam," Callen soothed, knowing that the young Detective had a skill for getting on Sam's nerve without even having to try.

"A cocky one too," Sam continued, looking at Callen for confirmation.

"Put him out of your head and focus Sam, we have a competition to win," Callen reminded looking to the high jump pole. Sam nodded his head, and closed his eyes, letting out a calming breath as he began to centre himself for yet another competition. Hetty looked to Eric and Nell who were awaiting Hetty's confirmation as they checked the height of the bar, indicating that the height had been set.

"Sallen, Densi, we are about to compete in the high jump competition. Each competitor will get three jumps at the set height; if the height is cleared you shall proceed to the next height, if it is not cleared in the first three attempts you are out of the run for the gold medal. You each can choose to pass an attempt at a height if you are confident that you will be able to make it over the next height, but you can do this only once and you may choose to approach the apparatus from your preferred side. In a random draw, Callen will jump first, then Kensi, followed by Deeks and finally Sam. The beginning height is five feet. You each are allowed two practice jumps before we begin." Hetty instructed, watching as her team tried to hide their excitement at their latest event.

"Practice begins now, you have ten minutes," Hetty announced, shooing away the team with the wave of her hand. The team shared a competitive look before breaking off to prepare for the event individually. The stakes had been raised and the competition was about to get fiercer.


An:/ Another chapter complete. I apologise if I swap between metres, feet etc in measurement, I'm Australian and I never really got a handle on American measurement, but I did my best. Let me know what you think :)