A/N: This is random, and as it's been recently, fairly ridiculous. Sam and Deeks have a slight mishap during a case.

"Ow," Deeks mumbled.

"Deeks, what happened to you?" Kensi gasped as he limped into the bullpen. His clothes were more wrinkled and askew than normal for a simple witness interview.

"Ow," he repeated. He collapsed into his chair with a groan.

"I told you I'd help, why didn't you wait for me?" A harried looking Sam asked, rushing into the room. Callen followed more leisurely behind him. When Sam caught sight of Kensi he seemed almost nervous. Deeks glanced up malevolently.

"I don't know, maybe because it's your fault that I'm like this." He gestured to his entire body. Kensi noticed that he held two of the fingers on his left hand awkwardly, as though they wouldn't bend normally.

"What did you do to him," she demanded, rounding on Sam. He raised a finger and took a step back in the face of her wrath.

"It was not my fault," he insisted.

"Sam, tell me what the hell you did to my husband."

"He fell on top of Deeks," Callen answered for him.

"Oh my god!" she gasped, turning from Sam to Deeks and dropping to her knees in front of him. "Deeks, baby, are you ok?" She cupped his jaw between her hands, brushing her thumbs back and forth.

"I'm just a little banged up," he assured her.

"Are sure you shouldn't be in the hospital?"

"G made it sound worse than it was," Sam said, shooting a glare at his partner. "We had him checked out by a paramedic."

"Tell that to my collapsed lung," Deeks groaned out, hissing as Kensi lifted his t-shirt.

"I thought you said you were just banged up," Kensi said sharply, smoothing her hand across a reddened area below Deeks' ribs.

"And a little squashed," he allowed. "That'll happen when several hundred pounds land on you and you're not expecting it."

"Hey, I am not several hundred pounds," Sam said sharply.

"I keep telling you you're getting a little husky," Callen said with a shake of his head. Sam was clearly unamused. He wasn't the only one.

"Hilarious."

Kensi finished her cursory examination and lowered Deeks' shirt. In a few hours he probably would be covered in bruises and she had a feeling he had several sprained fingers, but overall it didn't seem he was in immediate danger. Still, she was not happy.

"I want to know exactly what happened," Kensi said, standing and placing one hand on her hip and the other on Deeks' shoulder. Sam sighed, but didn't try to stall.

"We went to the witness' apartment and he wouldn't come to the door. While I was clearing the upstairs, he caught me by surprise and body slammed me down a flight of stairs. Deeks just happened to be standing there and broke my fall. The guy's sitting in an LAPD holding cell for assault," he explained, looking contrite.

"You could have killed him," Kensi said, horrified at the thought of Sam slamming into Deeks. She would have been worried about Sam too, but he didn't seem to be any worse for wear.

"It wasn't the whole flight of stairs and the floor was carpeted." She wasn't comforted by Sam's attempt to reassure her. "I am sorry though, Deeks," he added.

"It's ok. Nothing that a couple ibuprofen won't take care of," Deeks said, sitting forward. He made a strained noise and sank back down, his face scrunching in pain. "Or maybe a bottle of Vicodin."

"Ok, we're going to the hospital," Kensi decided, putting a hand beneath his elbow. "And you two can do his paperwork."

"That's against agency policy," Sam said.

"And I didn't do anything," Callen added.

"Since neither of you got squashed today, I think you should be able to figure it out." She helped Deeks stand, noticing that he didn't protest.

"I keep telling you, you need to trim down a little." She heard Callen say as she and Deeks slowly shuffled down the hall.

"Shut up."

"You should probably cut down on the beer," Callen added.

"I'll put him on a limit at the bar," Deeks called over his shoulder, wincing as he strained his battered body.

"I hate you all," Sam said fervently.