AN: I do not own anything pertaining to NCIS:LA or its characters, locations ect. I however do take full credit for the poor malnutrition-ed plot bunny who created this.
"Oh look! Pervs don't like being filmed." Kensi quipped. G just gave her a sideways glance; she'd been like this all week. Uh-huh, no doubt it was 'that' week. Eric's meow didn't help matters.
After all, Eric didn't have to get in a car with her. Two screaming matches and one side swipe this week. Surprising was the fact that nothing had been totaled yet. He made a mental note to keep her out of the driver's seat for the day, and if possible out of his vehicle all together. It wasn't that he was angry at her, just frustrated with her. While Kensi honestly was his favorite, she drove him nuts when she acted like this. He knew good and well that something more than being female was bothering her. In all honesty though G was starting to believe in all those myths about women that spend a lot of time together synchronizing with each other; Hetty had been pretty snippet in the lobby. When the team split he decided for good measure that he would send Kensi with Sam. Sam seemed to know how to handle tetchy women better.
From what G could tell he had been right. Sam seemed no worse for the wear when they met up again. G's synchronization theories were further supported when they approached Nate. For a man trained to deal with federal agents to criminal master minds and terrorist alike he looked ridiculously frightened of a woman that barely cleared the height of his belt (which on second thought may be what frightened him so much). Given that it was Hetty, G couldn't bring himself to laugh at Nate; he however did swallow kind of hard at the undertone in Kensi's voice when she asked what was up. It was almost as if she were asking if he had been caught or called out on something.
"I've been banished!" Ok, G had chuckle at that, the man at times sounded like he had just stepped out of some Sci-fi convention, or worse one of his cheesy comic books. Oddly enough hearing that he was being forced to take a week's vacation seemed to ease Kensi's mood a little. Still G had learned his lesson about coming to the conclusion that their resident shrink was to blame for his favorite agent's mood. Yet he couldn't help but feel that over the course of the holidays he had missed something between the two.
Passing Kensi's desk however he came to the conclusion that she had missed several due dates on her reports. The not so small stack looked like a landslide looking for a place to happen. He had meant to say something to her but Eric had called them upstairs, and his conversation with Sam then Nate had left his mind more focused on the case at hand.
The day moved on and Callen's thoughts got further from the impending landslide on Kensi's desk. His thoughts however did go back to just how much the Doc knew about Kensi when he saw them so close together at the boat house. Granted Kensi had gotten the satisfaction of raking Dallas, which put her in a better mood and gave everyone else a good laugh.
He had all but forgotten about Kensi and her moody behaviors until she asked him to save her from Hetty. Case reports, Hetty had beat him to the punch, and for a moment he had thought to let her hang for not having them caught up (pot calling the kettle black sort of deal), but his big-brother-like instincts kicked in at the words "You are my hero."
What Callen had missed though was while he may be the hero; Nate was the knight in shining armor. And this Knight would be sitting in the chair across from Kensi working on his post-evaluation reports while she worked on her case reports into the late hours of the night. He would also miss their conversation about Hetty giving Nate the week off the move his mother, who had decided to move closer to her dear son by moving to Fellbrook. Which happened to be nice and close to Kensi's family.
AN: Yes, I am going to finish out season 1 now. This one just didn't want to be written.