Kensi dumped her bag by her desk and slumped into her chair.

"I hope we have a paperwork day today."

"That has to be the most unbelievable thing I've ever heard out of your mouth," Deeks informed his partner. "And I've heard you claim that you vacuum."

"Who vacuums?" Callen asked, walking over from the coffee machine.

"Not Kensi."

"I do so!" she said hotly.

"No, you drag furniture about in order to pretend you vacuumed," Deeks corrected her. "Which, by the way, takes more effort than actually vacuuming."

Kensi huffed and crossed her arms, unable to come up with some sort of defence. He had caught her in the act that one time after all. Which had been embarrassing. Deeks decided (correctly) that it was in his best interests to not poke that bear any further.

"Actually, Kensalina said something much more worrying," Deeks told them.

The two men stared at him expectantly as he didn't elaborate. You know, a pause for dramatic effect. Which none of his team seemed to appreciate if the dark looks that were being directed his way were anything to go by.

"Kensi said she wants a paperwork day." he finally declared.

"You feeling okay?" Sam joked.

Kensi rolled her eyes. "I just don't want to deal with anyone like Kirsch any time soon."

"I hear that," Callen said emphatically.

He had been the one most involved in his interrogation. Him and Sam, if you could call it an interrogation when the guy fluctuated between panicking about what his boss would do to him and being downright obstinate. Thankfully, they managed to get his boss (the guy who actually owned the warehouse) sang like a canary once they got him. Which turned out not to be too difficult once they figured out who he was because, yes, the guy tried to hide but he didn't turn his phone off. Which meant Eric found him almost immediately. He squealed on who were his suppliers and his role in everything. And Kirsch's, which meant they could arrest him with no further conversations, thank God. A good ending to a frustrating case.

"Thankfully, Mr Kirsch is now in the hands of prison authorities," Hetty said, suddenly appearing as she was wont to do. "And we do not have to deal with him anymore."

"That was quick," said Callen, raising his eyebrows.

"His processing was, ah, sped up by each person who dealt with him."

They all snorted at that. Yep, sounded like no one could cope with him. Served him right.

"We have a case?" Sam asked.

"No, no, today looks like it is definitely going to be a paperwork day."

Kensi heaved an almost comical sigh of relief.

"I just came to retrieve your phones."

They all immediately clutched at their phones protectively.

"Our phones?" Deeks asked suspiciously.

"Yes, Mr Deeks, or rather the government issued and paid for cellular devices that you carry in order to perform you jobs adequately." Hetty replied patiently.

"What's wrong with them? Mine's been working fine, everyone's been working fine."

The team nodded vigorously in agreement.

"We haven't even had to dump them down a drain recently," Callen added.

Hetty peered over her glasses at them. "Indeed. Quite an accomplishment."

Hey, it wasn't their fault how many times they needed (or were forced) to go dark!

"That is why we have such good insurances on our equipment."

Huh, Deeks scratched his head. That made sense. You'd have to have good insurance and/or warranties if you were to cover all the scrapes they and inevitably their devices got into. How did you even describe those sorts of things on a claim form? 'Phone got smashed because agent dived to the ground due to machine gun fire'? Did federal agencies have special, secret insurance agencies to cover weird stuff like that? He wouldn't put it past Hetty to sort something like that out so she could save money. This was the woman who tried to get them to keep their undercover gear in perfect condition so she could reuse it as much as possible.

"Insurances?" Callen questioned, raising an eyebrow at their boss. "As in, multiple?"

"Indeed, Mr Callen and I assure you none of them cancel the other out."

Of course, they didn't. This was Hetty Lange, after all. The Mistress of exploiting loopholes. She would never be caught out by one.

"But insurance is not why I need your cellular devices," Hetty continued. "They need to have their software and operating systems updated. Desperately, if we are to believe Miss Jones and Mr Beale."

"I always hit 'install later' for those," Sam said. "They slow everything down."

"Which is why you will be relinquishing them to Ops until the updates are complete."

"Are the updates really necessary, Hetty?" Callen asked. "I mean, they hardly ever change anything."

"Ah, but Mr Beale has impressed upon me the necessity of these updates," Hetty told them, hand outstretched. "Now, hand them over."

Begrudgingly, they did so, with an unhealthy amount of grumbling but Hetty paid them no mind as she stashed them in the box that she suddenly made appear.

"How long will we be without them?" Kensi asked.

"As long as it takes, Miss Blye," Hetty said as she walked away.

They all watched her in varying states of dismay. Deeks had to admit that je was probably the worst amongst them for dependency on his phone but Kensi was close behind him! He wasn't sure whether Callen used his for more than work or not. And Sam, well-

"It will be good for us to be unplugged for a bit," Sam told them. "It's not healthy to be so dependent on technology."

"Tell that to Eric," Callen replied.

That was a fair point. Deeks didn't think that Eric could survive an hour without one of his gadgets.

"Removing yourself from distractions like technology is good for the mind. Let's it stretch and flourish. Makes new connections." Sam announced.

Callen squinted at his partner.

"Are you quoting self-help CDs again?"