A/N: Pure ridiculousness.


"Hey, it's my week." Was the first thing Deeks said as Callen walked into the bullpen. Rather than question this obscure statement, he looked down at his shirt-a casual dark blue button down-glanced at Deeks' light blue T-shirt and said,

"No it's not." Callen sat down behind his desk and started his laptop, clearly thinking the discussion was closed.

"Yes it is," Deeks countered, holding up a finger before Callen could comment. "And I know this is my week because I distinctly remember you wearing a blue polo last Wednesday. And, before you ask how I remember, that same shirt met a very sad demise when you tackled that guy into a ditch."

"And you wore blue last week too," Callen responded, glancing up briefly from his screen. "It was that preppy, blue sweater thing."

"Yeah, but I was undercover then. Any clothes that my personas wear don't count." Callen laughed incredulously at this statement, shaking his head.

"Deeks, that's ridiculous."

"Makes perfect sense to me," Deeks said with an obnoxious smirk.

"When we agreed on this, there was no mention of differentiating between ourselves and our aliases," Callen replied, now sounding a little annoyed. Deeks leaned back in his chair, his smirk growing a little wider.

"And that is what you call a loophole. Should have consulted with a lawyer before you entered into a binding contract."

"What do you mean it's a binding contract?" Callen asked. "I never signed anything, in fact I'm pretty sure I just agreed with whatever you said just so you'd stop talking."

"Rude," Deeks said mildly. "And to answer your question, I made an offer-the suggestion that we alternate which weeks each of us wears blue-, we then discussed the terms, conditions and obligations and finally the penalty for failing to observe the agreement. You said yes, at which point it became a verbal binding agreement."

"Now I remember why you weren't very popular as a public defender," Callen said, quickly growing irritated.

"I was an awesome public defender, everyone loved me."

"Says the man who's been a cop for the last decade and a half."

"Are you going to change your shirt?" Deeks asked, getting back to crux of the issue.

"No."

"I could loan you one of mine"

"As delightful as that sounds, I'll pass," Callen replied as Sam and Kensi came back from the gym. Kensi walked over to Deeks and gave him a light kiss on the lips. Sam gave Callen a somewhat less affection pat on the back.

"Mm, so did you two agree to color coordinate, or is it just a happy coincidence?" Kensi asked with a grin, plucking at the sleeve of Deeks' shirt.

"See, this is why we need to alternate," Deeks said pointedly to Callen.

"I'm still not changing."

"I can't believe you two are still going on about this," Sam said with a loud sigh.

"I'm willing to stop talking about it. As soon as Callen admits that this is not his week."

"Oh my god," Kensi groaned.

"Looks like I'll be stopping off to pick up some more shirts," Callen said as Deeks turned to Kensi with a leer.

"Be prepared to be dazzled by the sight of me in blue for the next several days," he warned her as she rolled her eyes.

"We work with such children," she said with a sigh.

"You sound surprised," Sam commented, seeming to have moved beyond annoyance to mild amusement.

"Hm, I wonder if I could pull of a blue kerchief," Callen muttered to himself, peering down at his computer.

"This is gonna be a long week," Kensi sighed as Deeks and Callen began suggesting increasingly more ridiculous clothing items.


A/N: I'm pretty sure I misused the term binding agreement, but unlike Deeks I'm not a lawyer. So it will have to do.

This was inspired by those times when our blue eyed duo are both in blue.