Deeks shifted his body for what had to be the tenth time in two minutes. This time he managed to hit Kensi, which she did not appreciate.

"What is your problem?"

"I'm just trying to get comfortable."

He had been sitting on his butt for so long that he was starting to go a bit numb. And a bit fidgety. Of course, he needed to resituate himself. Which required him to move. He couldn't help it.

"Are you saying my car isn't comfortable, Deeks?" Sam asked in a dangerous tone.

The man did get very protective over his vehicles. Deeks really should have known better. It was this car ride. It was making him crazy. Well, crazier than usual but that was beside the point. He did not do well with being cooped up for long periods of time for no good reason. Stakeouts? He could do, no problem. Wait for backup? Frustrating but no problem. Go on a long car ride? Torture, pure torture.

"No, no, it's good," Deeks said quickly. "It's me that's the problem."

"Already knew that."

Deeks thought it would be better if he didn't rise to that bait. Be the bigger person and all that. It would also probably be best if he stayed still. For his own safety.

That resolution lasted all of two minutes. This time Kensi didn't bother with the glare when he managed to accidentally nudge her, she went straight to a punch in the arm.

"Do we need to pull over?" Sam asked when Deeks yelped.

Neither of them responded to him because they were two busy pulling faces at each other and making vague threatening motions with their hands. Admittedly, his weren't as intimidating as Kensi's but that didn't mean that he didn't do them.

"Hey!" Sam snapped a little bit louder, getting their full attention.

"Hey, you don't have to be so loud," Deeks chided.

He wasn't a drill sergeant and they were in a small space. Shouting and snapping were completely unnecessary. They could all hear each other.

"Yes, I do because you tow are like fussing toddlers. Actually, you two are worse than toddlers, never mind children."

"You keep demoting us."

"I can go further if you want?"

"We aren't children, Sam."

Callen snorted at Kensi's indignant remark.

"No," Sam agreed. "Like I said, you're worse."

That got him two indistinguishable outraged noises from the two in the back seat only further proving Sam's point but Deeks didn't care. He was with Kensi for this one. There was no way they were worse than actual children.

"We are not!" Deeks felt like he had to say something in their defence.

Was it the best or more persuasive thing he could have said? No but at least it was something. Unlike his partner who was still making very concerned sounding noises.

"No, you're not," Sam agreed. "Children behave better."

Deeks was seriously contemplating kicking the back of Sam's seat but then came to his senses. He would not put it past the man to dump him out of a moving car.

"Didn't you say Kamran decided that she wanted to make a song out of everything you guys passed by when you were going up to you sister-in-law's?" Callen asked with amusement.

"That was cute. This isn't."

"I can be cute," Deeks told him and then turned to his partner. "Can't I Fern?"

"Don't call me that."

"But I can be cute, right?"

She rolled her eyes but it was a fond roll of her eyes. He could tell.

"Of course, you can."

He gave Sam a triumphant look. Yes! His girlfriend thought he was cute.

"No funny business in the back seat," he warned.

Kensi pulled a face at that suggestion.

"What do you think we'll do with you two right there?"

"Sam doesn't want to see you two necking it," Callen said.

"Seriously, who says 'necking it' anymore?" asked Kensi.

"Old people," Deeks just had to say. "Told you they were old."

"Do you want him to make you to do push-ups on the roof?" Kensi hissed after giving him a thump in an attempt to shut him up. "Because that's how you get him to make you do push-ups on the roof."

"Thanks for the idea, Kensi," Sam said.

"Yeah, thanks," Deeks said sarcastically.

Kensi just stuck her tongue out in response.

However, it did do the job and make him fall silent again. Just in case Sam did make him do just that, he wouldn't put it past the man.

Of course, he couldn't stay silent because where was the fun in that? And you know what else wasn't fun? Staying in one position for far too long.

"If I sit in this car any longer, my spine is going to cave in." Deeks said loudly.

"I'm pretty sure that's not how it works." Callen told him.

"Your spine isn't going to cave in," Sam said with an eye roll.

"Hey, you can damage your back from being in one position for too long, you know."

"One, that's being in the same position for far longer than we're going to be in this car and two, that damage will not be your spine caving in."

"Are you sure because it feels like it is."

Seriously, his back was not meant to be that stiff. There was no way that this was a healthy feeling. There was definitely something wrong with him here.

"There's nothing wrong with you," Kensi soothed.

"Oh, there's something wrong with him," Sam muttered.

"There's nothing wrong with your back," Kensi corrected.

"Hey!"

She was meant to be on his side!

"There is too something wrong with my back. Sam said it shouldn't feel like this from a rode this long but it does which means something's obviously wrong."

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

Deeks ignored him and started feeling down his spine.

"Did I pop something out? I feel like something went pop. Or maybe crunch. Neither of those sounds are a good thing, are they?"

"Unless it's the sound of my fist hitting something," Kensi muttered.

Deeks ignored her causal threat of violence and turned around as much as he could while still in still in seatbelt.

"Feel my back. Does something feel weird to you?"

"I'm not feeling your back!"