Prompt: Deeks and Kensi get into a competition and of course Sallen and/or Neric gets dragged into having to say who looks better/has more muscles.

"Just admit it," Deeks said, walking in beside Kensi, who seemed to be doing her best to ignore him.

"Oh my god, why can't you just drop it?" she asked, tossing her bag onto her desk.

"Why can't you just admit it?" She pinched the bridge of her nose, settling a hand on her cocked hip as she took a deep breath.

"I will not admit to anything because you're being ridiculous and it's not true."

Deeks spun towards Sam and Callen and demanded,

"Which of is in better shape?" He discreetly flexed his pecs which were visible beneath the material of his t-shirt.

"Why do you think we'd have any interest in this?" Sam asked, not looking up from the origami penguin he was making.

"If you don't help us decide, we'll just end up arguing for longer," Deeks threatened and Callen immediately said,

"Deeks is in better shape." Kensi made an outraged noise while Deeks got up to fist bump Callen.

"What are you basing your vote on?" Sam asked despite himself.

"I've seen Deeks without his shirt enough times to judge accurately." Deeks frowned at that, scratching his temple.

"Yeah, I think that sounds a lot creepier than you meant it to."

"Callen's vote doesn't count," Kensi decided, crossing her arms defiantly.

"Then how do you suggest we decide?" Deeks asked.

"A competition is the only answer." Kensi statement was met with a resigned sigh from Callen.

"What kind of competition?" he asked, seeming to have given up on the idea of escaping true involvement.

"I'd say feats of strength, maybe like our own mini version of the Olympics," Kensi decided almost instantly.

"Crossed with a bikini competition," Deeks added, raising his eyebrows at Kensi.

"Ok, this whole idea is ridiculous, but you gotta be joking about the bikini part," Sam butted in. Deeks leaned his way, nudging him with his shoulder.

"What, you don't think I could rock a speedo?"

"My mind shudders at the thought."

"I don't know about a speedo, but maybe short shorts," Kensi said contemplatively, eyeing Deeks as though she was imagining him in said short shorts. Callen cleared his throat before she could get too carried away.

"What exactly do you mean by feats of strength? Are we talking like the javelin or a little weight lifting?"

"I'm game to try the javelin," Deeks said. Sam pointed his finger at him and said,

"No. We are not throwing any pointy objects."

"Kill joy," Deeks muttered.

"Fine, so have your little contest and be done with it," Sam said.

"Oh no, you guys have to judge our performance."

"Deeks, I am not judging you on anything, least of all your ability to wear swimming trunks."

"C'mon Sam, you know they're going to nag us until we give in," Callen pointed out. Sam sighed, but nodded.

"Fine." He pointed severely at Deeks again. "But if I see you come out in a speedo, I'm done."

"Understood," Deeks agreed.

"Hey guys," Eric started, standing halfway down the stairs with a slightly disturbed expression.

"You got a case, Eric," Sam asked hopefully.

"Uh, no I was just checking to see what you guys are up to, but now I'm kind of regretting that decision. I heard something about Deeks in a speedo." He made a face.

"Actually I've been forbidden from wearing a speedo." Deeks sounded put out by the constraint and glared at Sam.

"Ok, I know I'm going to regret asking this, but why would you want to wear one in the first place?" Eric asked. "I can't imagine it being very comfortable."

"Kensi and Deeks want to have a strength and beauty contest to figure out which of them is in better shape," Callen explained, taking pity on Eric. "We're supposed to judge."

"Ooh, just like the Olympics!" Eric said excitedly. "I'll go get Nell. She won't want to miss this."

"I think Eric has severely misjudged what Nell enjoys," Callen commented.

"Enough chitchat," Kensi said, in a voice reminiscent of a drill sergeant. "It's time to decide which sports we're including and the rules for this competition."

"I knew I should have called in sick," Callen sighed.

A/N: And here I've set myself up for another part again.