#Light – Happy Hanukkah! Light up the night tonight – 300 words | Rating: K | Genre: Friendship/Humour
"What on earth is that?"
Hetty was staring at her two more senior agents in horrified exasperation. Only Hetty could really pull that expression off.
Sam and Callen exchanged looks, then looked at her, then the object between them.
"It's the menorah, Hetty," Sam told her cheerfully. "Like I told you about."
"That is another cactus."
"A menor-us," Callen helpfully added. "Or a cact-norah."
"It is a cactus."
"It's an LA menorah," Sam corrected. "It has the right number of arms and everything."
Hetty peered at him from over her glasses, Sam couldn't help but squirm slightly under her gaze.
"And where did you find such a cactus?"
"He knows a guy," Callen supplied.
Hetty gave Callen a brief look but then turned back to Sam, eyebrow raised.
"You know a guy," she repeated. "You have a cactus guy?"
"Um, yes?"
Hetty sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of her nose. She really was so alone sometimes. Before she could scold them further on their complete lack of acquiescence to tradition something interrupted them. Someone. Two someones to be exact.
"Hey, guys, we got the candlesticks you wanted," Deeks called across the office.
"They didn't have them all in the same colour," Kensi warned. "But thy are the right height."
"Only took five shops to find them," Deeks grumbled.
Hetty gave Sam and Callen a look.
"Menorah's need candles, Hetty," Sam said defensively.
"They can't exactly be a cact-norah without them," added Callen.
"I thought we were going with 'menor-us'?" Deeks asked, pouting.
Callen shook his head. "Cact-norah sounds better."
"Menorah sounds best," Kensi said pointedly.
Hetty gave up. She couldn't take it anymore. Sighing, she walked away.
"I guess now would be the wrong time to put the candles on?" Deeks asked, taking a candle out of the box.