A/N: I present another ridiculous drabble thing. Enjoy!

"This is officially my new favorite day," Callen decided, staring down at Sam and Deeks with a delighted expression.

"Shut up, G," Sam muttered, glowering at him for a second before he turned back to Deeks who was seated across from him. "I want a rematch."

"No way. I won fair and square," Deeks said. Standing next to him, Kensi squeezed his shoulder with an approving smile.

"You were awesome," she praised him. Deeks winked and flexed his pecs at her, which earned him a kiss. And a look of disgust from Sam.

"This will go down as the day Marty Deeks beat Sam Hanna in an arm wrestling match," Callen continued. Deeks reached out to give him a fist bump which only seemed to annoy Sam more.

"No it won't, because the conditions weren't fair." Sam's statement was met with a flurry of outraged remarks, mostly from Callen and Kensi. Nell, who had been quietly watching from the sidelines with Eric, sighed and finally stepped in.

"Ok, why do you think it was unfair?" she asked with the air of a fed up mother breaking up an argument between her small children.

"Deeks' chair is higher than mine," Sam said. "It gave him an edge."

"Sam, they're exact same model of folding chair," Callen pointed out. "Why don't you just admit that Deeks beat you this time?"

"I didn't say it was a big difference." He folded his arms stubbornly, refusing to give in. "And you're supposed to be my partner. What happened to supporting me?"

"This is payback for all the times you made me go up against Deeks on the rock wall," he replied calmly.

"That was years ago, G," Sam said incredulously. Callen shrugged.

"My arms were really sore."

"Ooh, we could make Deeks a plaque and hang it in the bullpen," Eric suggested.

"I like it," Deeks decided, his playful smirk growing as Sam visibly bristled.

"The plaque could say something like "Office of Special Projects' Champion Arm Wrestler", Callen added.

"And we definitely have to have a celebratory dinner," Kensi said.

"Deeks one a single match against me. That doesn't make him a champion," Sam objected, then threw in as an afterthought, "No offense."

"None taken. You're absolutely right," Deeks agreed. "So I'll make you an offer you can't refuse. Whoever wins the next match, wins that plaque and is named this team's definitive arm wrestling champion."

"You're on," Sam said with a fierce expression, placing his elbow on the table between him and Deeks.

"You can do this, babe," Kensi whispered encouragingly, kissing Deeks' cheek. Sam glanced up at Callen pointedly, who took a hasty step back, his hands raised.

"Hey, I love you man, but I'm not kissing you," he said.

"You're an idiot." Sam held his hand out to Deeks, his muscles bulging as he flexed them. "That plaque is mine." From the side, Nell sighed audibly,

"And to think I gave up my afternoon for this," she murmured as Sam and Deeks clasped each other's hands.

A/N: I do not know what this is. But someone needs to make me stop writing about Deeks' muscles. It's getting to be a problem.