"See?" Kensi said, wiping away the last bit of chocolate. "Good as new. "

"I knew me carrying around wipes would come in handy." Deeks said smugly.

"It really did," she complimented.

"Hmpf," Sam made an irritated noise as he carefully inspected the inside of his car.

Very carefully. He was looking at the ceiling for nearly five minutes. Kensi had left a finger print of chocolate. A fingerprint. Deeks was pretty sure Sam's car had had bigger bullet holes before.

"I suppose it will do," he said finally.

Deeks heard Kensi release a sigh of relief at the same time as him. The last thing they needed was Sam being any grumpier than he was currently.

Deeks was quite surprised at his non-explos9vr reaction. This was his car after all. Not that Deeks was going to bring that up. Oh no.

"Let's get back on the road," Callen announced, moving towards the passenger side.

They all murmured noises of agreement.

"And I am sorry about getting chocolate on your car," Kensi added her apology, realising she hadn't done so properly yet. "I didn't realise I had chocolate on my fingers."

There was silence from Sam as he stared at them, not looking very impressed at all. Then Callen elbowed him and he sighed.

"Just don't do it again, okay?"

They both grinned at him. "Promise!"

For some reason, Sam didn't look too reassured by that.

"I don't know why you're so surprised at this," Callen said as they all got back into the car.

"Well, I apologise for thinking that they could act like mature adults."

"That was your first mistake."

"Got that right."

They all quickly got settled and they were soon back on the road. And on and on the journey went. Deeks couldn't even distinguish one thing from the other as the scenery outside the window all just blended into one. It was all the same anyway so it didn't matter what it was. Time held no meaning anymore. Maybe they were lost or maybe they weren't. It didn't matter. Well, it did but he was not going to be the one to bring up that conversation again.

Deeks was bored, in case you couldn't tell. Very bored. Kensi's phone had died so they couldn't listen to her music anymore - they had been running out of things they could listen to together anyway. And he had stupidly wiped all the music from his the other day and had forgot to reload it back on so he had nothing on his phone to listen to.

But he did still have his phone. Which meant games. That was something to do, he supposed.

Actually, that was a pretty good idea because his partner was currently dozing while leaning against the window and no one else seemed to be in the mood for any sort of conversation. So, it was either waking up his very likely to be cranky partner, talk to people who didn't want to talk or play games.

Yeah, playing games did sound like the best choice there. So that's what he did. Again, and again. Those cell phone games were quite addictive, you know. He lost count of how many games he played, not that je progressed much.

"How close are we?" Kensi suddenly asked through a yawn.

"Oh, you're awake."

"I wasn't really asleep but even if I was, you constantly losing would have woken me up."

"I wasn't constantly losing."

He had won one game. Almost two but then that stupid rabbit ate his carrots and he couldn't swap the stupid tiles. Stupid rabbits. Why did they even have to be a part of the game, it was hard enough without them.

"You were constantly losing," she told him, stretching and hitting her hand off the ceiling.

"Hey, be careful back there," Sam warned.

"I haven't broken anything."

"Are we there yet?" Deeks just had to ask.

Hey, he was bored and his phone didn't have any signal along this road. He needed some entertainment. And what was more entertaining than winding up his teammates? They had also been on the road for quite a while. High time to ask such a question, in his opinion. Actually, it was beyond that time. He should have asked this ages ago

Before any of them could groan (but not before Kensi could thump him), Sam said extremely forcibly, "Get out."

Deeks blinked at the strangely firm tone.

"We're going eighty-five miles an hour down a highway in the middle of nowhere."

There was no way that Sam wanted him to literally get out of the car, did he?

"Eighty-eight and did I stutter?"

Well, no. No, he didn't.

"Aw, come on!"

Sam glared at him through the mirror. It was still pretty serious and threatening looking. Deeks gulped.

"I'll be quiet," he promised, knowing better than to antagonise that look.

Nothing good ever came of having that look directed at you. He had known suspects to confess to things not related to their case because Sam gave them that look. Hardened criminals at that. And Deeks was most definitely not a hardened criminal.

"Really quiet?" He tried again which also didn't lessen the glare.

"You can't throw him out of the car when it's moving," Kensi scolded.

"Want to try me?"

No. No, they did not want to try him. Not even a little bit. Deeks was taking no risks here. None.

'Beep'

"There's a text message," Callen said unnecessarily, holding up his phone.

"Oh, we get signal now?" Kensi asked, scrambling for her own phone.

"Hetty said we all have to make it there in one piece," Callen read.

"Oh, we'll be in one piece."

"Injuries resulting in being forcibly removed from a car going at a high-speed counts as not being in one piece." Callen read off.

"How does she even know these things?"

Callen gave him a look.

"Right, it's Hetty," Sam muttered.

"Exactly. So, no damaging Deeks."

"Thank you!" Deeks decided to chime in.

Hey, if someone was helping you, you thanked them. Especially when it was from certain harm.

Sam gave Callen a look. "Not even a little bit?"