Well this takes place out of the bullpen but I decided to include it anway because it was just too silly to not. Enjoy!

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Where Are Your Cups?

Callen groggily opened the door as the incessant pounding continued, rubbing his eyes with a yawn. Sam stood on the other side, dressed in sweaty workout gear, earbuds dangling around his neck. Callen himself was in an oversized t-shirt, flannel pj pants and bare feet.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked, irritated, as Callen stepped back to let his partner inside.

"Um, trying to sleep," Callen replied, yawning again as Sam kicked off his shoes.

"We were going to go for a run this morning," Sam pointed out.

"We were?"

"Yeah, we were, and you didn't show up. Again." Sam scowled at him as he walked further into Callen's house, heading to the kitchen. He rifled through some of the cupboards.

"I was sleeping!" Callen protested. He had actually had a good night's sleep last night, getting almost five hours.

"Well, that is good, I suppose, given your sleeping schedule," Sam replied. He slammed a cupboard closed. "Where are your cups?" he asked with a huff. Callen shrugged.

"I don't know."

"Since when do you not know where your cups are?" Sam asked, irritated.

"Since my neighbor got bored and rearranged my kitchen, that's when!" Callen retorted, giving an irritated smile to his partner.

"You let Mrs Ramirez into your house?!" Sam asked, turning to face him, a grin now on his face.

"No, not exactly," Callen admitted. "She brought me cookies...again," Callen sighed, "and just sort of barged in. Says I need more furniture."

"I agree with her there," Sam said, glancing out into Callen's empty living room with a raised eyebrow. Callen huffed.

"Is there a reason you're here?" Callen asked exasperatedly with a breathy laugh, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, to pick you up and take you to work!" Sam replied, equally annoyed as he turned back to rummage through the cupboards again.

"Thank you," Callen replied with a curt nod, unable to hide his grin. Something about ticking off Sam made him smile. "I'm going to go put on some clothes."

"You do that!" Sam said. Callen nodded again and spun on his heel to get dressed. When he returned momentarily, in a blue button-down, jeans, and socks, he found Sam with a glass in his hand.

"I see you found the cups," he said with a smirk as he walked towards the door to slip on his boots.

"They're above the sink," Sam replied as he set it into the sink and walked after him.

"I'm glad you found that out. That was a really hard task," Callen replied as he tugged his boots on, rather disinterested.

"Don't get cheeky," Sam shot back as he pulled his tennis shoes back on.

"Now you sound like Hetty. It's scaring me." Callen opened the door and walked out, hopping down the front steps. Sam followed him, reaching out and cuffing him upside the head. Callen yelped.

"Shut up," Sam replied playfully. Called huffed.