"I am never going to find a guy," complained Kensi and almost instantly regretting it as she realised that she said that out loud.

She flung her bag to the floor anyway. May as well get some of her anger and annoyance out. She'd hopefully grab some time with the shooting target later for the rest of it.

"Bad date last night?" asked Sam, not even flinching and looking amused.

Kensi gave him a foul look. She didn't need anyone commenting on it!

"Told you it wouldn't go well," said Callen from behind a file.

"Yes, because I'll take dating advice from the loner," Kensi retorted in a scathing tone, dumping herself into her chair.

Callen set the file down and put on an affronted air, "I'll have you know; I am just extremely picky."

Kensi was not amused. On the other hand, Sam very much was.

"You mean that you have such impossible parameters so that you'll have to stay alone," he informed his partner.

"No, extremely picky and I like my solitude."

"More like, overly fond of your own company," Sam corrected with a snort.

Callen pulled a childish face and Kensi couldn't help but laugh at their banter, any annoyance from her date getting pushed aside. Callen and Sam exchanged triumphant looks but she just shook her head.

"So, what happened?" Sam asked curiously, leaning forwards in interest.

"Always the gossip," Kensi thought with an eye roll.

"Was the date that bad?" he pressed.

Kensi sighed mournfully, wondering where her privacy had gone. Though, she did know that she wouldn't be able to avoid an interrogation. Especially with the way she entered. She had basically been asking for it. Hey, even a Special Agent needed to rant about stupid guys every now and then. Even if her audience was guys most of the time. At least these guys weren't stupid even if she thought that er two teammates were living vicariously through her.

"Not entirely," she admitted, leaning her elbows on the table.

"Treat you well?" Callen asked suspiciously, eyes narrowed.

"If you would let me, explain," Kensi said pointedly in exasperation and continued, "He was a gentleman; on time, polite, hands where they should be-"

"Sounds boring," Callen said under his breath.

Sam gave him a disapproving look and Kensi glared but didn't stop talking, "We had nice reservations but nothing too fancy. Comfortable. We ordered food and everything was great-"

"Until?" Sam asked, unable to contain himself.

Kensi scrunched up her nose in annoyance at the memory. "He opened his mouth."

"Oh?"

Kensi frowned at them. The two men seemed to be way too into her bad date.

"All he could talk about was himself!" Kensi exploded in frustration, burying her face in her hands. "On and on about how great he was, how great everyone else thought he was and how important he was because of how great he was." She trailed off into a groan.

The men winced. That was like, rule one of taking a woman out; don't do all the talking and don't be egocentric when you do. Well, it was the number one rule after the obvious 'take a damn shower'.

"So, I assume that he wasn't like that when you both made the date?" Callen asked conversationally.

Kensi looked up long enough to glare at him before hiding her face again.

"Because I'd be worried about your character judgement," he added.

Sam shook his, trying to get his partner to cut it out before Kensi turned some of her annoyance onto him.

"I just wanted the night to be over," Kensi carried on, seemingly oblivious to them and voice now muffled by the table where she was now resting her head. "And I had made it clear that nothing was going to happen that night-"

"For once," Callen said under his breath.

Sam nudged him but didn't scold. Kensi was Queen of the One Night Stand after all.

"- he said that was fine because he didn't have sex on a full moon anyway."

"Wait, what?" Sam asked as his partner splutters incoherently.

"It wasn't a full moon last night," Callen pointed out. "It nearly was but not quite."

Kensi and Sam gave him almost identical weird looks.

"I didn't sleep last night," he said defensively. "And it's not, there's a tiny sliver missing. Like a bit's been shaved off."

"What else is new," his partner stated with his own eye roll and turned back to Kensi, "Was that it?"

"I wish," Kensi groaned. Both mean leaned forwards eagerly. "So, we get up to leave and he leans of to kiss me."

Both men were completely on tenterhooks and, like previously stated, way too involved in this. Kensi decided to embrace it, knowing they wouldn't let it drop, and paused for dramatic effect.

"He. Licked. My. Neck."

They gaped at her; jaws so wide that she was afraid that something was going to snap.

"What?"

"You heard me," Kensi said, nodding and running her hand over the area in question with a look of disgust on her face. It was really smooth thanks to the intense scrubbing she gave it last night. Probably took off a dozen layers of skin.

"Woah," was all Callen could say, a man of few words as usual.

"You really know how to pick 'em," Sam said with a grin.

Kensi threw her pen at him, which he easily caught.

"I'm just saying," he continued, setting it next to his laptop. "That's what? The fifth failed date in as many weeks?"

"Sixth," Kensi muttered, flushing slightly.

This was exactly why she stuck to one-night stands. She seemed to attract all of the weirdos of LA.

"What?" Sam asked with a one-night raised eyebrow and a smirk, hearing her perfectly well but having far too much fun teasing her.

She glared at him and Callen interjected, looking far too pleased with himself, "I believe she said sixth."

They sat in silence as the two men mulled this fact over as well as thinking about Kensi's bad taste in date choices.

"You're really not good at this, are you?" Sam asked.

"Maybe we should step in," Callen suggested with a smooth grin.

Kensi gave him a suspicious look. "Like some sort of demented fairy godmothers?"

"Godfathers," Callen corrected.

"I am not wearing wings," Sam said firmly.

Callen grinned at him. "But you look so good in them."

Kensi decided that she did not want to know how Callen knew that.

"And we'd do a better job," he told her matter-of-factly.

An eyebrow went up. "Oh, really?"

"Yes." Callen said, sounding quite sure of himself.

"This, I have to see," Sam joked, leaning back.

"Okay," Kensi said expectantly. "Have at it."

Callen frowned briefly as he thought about it then almost instantly snapped his fingers at her.

"Hey, that guy you met last night was pretty cute."

Kensi gave him a blank look. What guy was he talking about? Sam frowned at him and tilted his head to one side.

"Our suspect?" He asked disbelievingly.

Callen nodded.

"He wasn't that good looking."

"To you."

"I suppose he had a classical look about him," Sam reluctantly agreed.

Kensi gaped at them. Their suspect? Classically handsome? Potential date material? She didn't think so.

"That guy was an assassin," Kensi told them in the slow tone teachers use for particularly slow children. "He tried to kill me."

"Still cute," Callen pointed out.

"You can't exactly afford to be too picky," added Sam, grinning.

Kensi narrowed her eyes at them, trying to determine if they were actually serious. They have her innocent looks with bright smiles in return.

"Stop trying to set me up," she warned. "You're not good at it."

"Better than you," Callen argued. "An assassin wouldn't lick you."

"No, he'd just kill me."

"Small detail. You deal with much worse on a daily basis. Hardly worth standing him up over."

Kensi threw her paperwork at him, it smacked him in the chest before scattering everywhere. He shot her a smug look as she groaned. That was going to take an age to sort and order. Not that it wasn't in the first place but still!

"I'm not helping you pick that up."