A/N: An itty-bitty drabble.
"Do you think we should wake him up?" Callen asked quietly. Sam looked up and shook his head.
"Eh, let him sleep," he said, smiling at Deeks who was currently slumped over at his desk.
"Somehow I don't think sleeping on the job is in the official LAPD Liaison description." Callen his a smirk though and kept his voice lowered.
"This is probably the best sleep he's gotten in a week." After 6 weeks of paternity leave, Deeks had returned with roughly a 1000 baby pictures and twin circles under his eyes. He'd seemed in good spirits, if a little sad to be away from Kensi and the baby.
Though they teased him, but both Callen and Sam were happy to have him back. And though they'd never admit, they'd missed his jokes and insights. Deeks had not disappointed in either of those areas.
Then the afternoon had hit and Deeks began to lag noticeably. Sometime in between sitting down to write after reports and Callen leaving to grab lunch, he'd dozed off.
"True. But we are taking pictures for potential blackmail, right?" Callen checked and Sam snorted, pulling out his phone.
"Naturally." And if he sent a couple to Kensi, nobody ever needed to know.