Deeks was asking why Callen was standing outside the boatshed instead of interrogating the suspect.
'Granger dislocated his shoulder in the fight, and Hetty is tryin to fix it. The noise is quieter from out here.' He replied.
Inside the boatshed.
'Would you stop fidgeting?! It'll only hurt more if you keep fidgeting!' Hetty exclaimed.
'The medic on scene fixed it! It's just fine!' Granger insisted.
'She clearly didn't know squat about fixing shoulders since Mr. Callen told me you were still in a lot of pain on the ride up!'
'I don't need your help! You hurt.'
'Either you let me fix your shoulder, Or I will very forcibly have you sedated! And it'll either be by injection or (leaning in) with more extreme measures.' Hetty said in her scariest voice.
1 really loud shriek later, and Hetty finally patched his shoulder up for good.
Back at work.
'You going to shulk all night or something!' Hetty asked.
'No, I'll be heading home soon.' Granger grumbled.
'Can't you just admit that thug was stronger then you already? He could've done much worse then dislocate your shoulder.'
'Oh come on, you've taken down thugs twice your weight before, yet a big bully who weighs more then me and I have to be helped by Callen! That's not fair.'
Hetty just rolled her eyes in amusement. She adored her partner, but he can be such a child with certain things.
'Want me to rub your good shoulder gto help you feel better, dearie?'
'Don't you think of it.'