"You ready, G?" asked Sam, picking up his bag.

The two of them were on protection duty for a wife of a victim. It was suspected that the other members of the gang that attacked her husband would return and target her. Hopefully it would be an easy way to round up a few suspects as long as they kept her out of the way.

The EX-SEAL heard a muffled shout from the bathroom of the boat shed which Sam assumed was a confirmation. G had managed to get himself nicked on the shoulder in the ensuing struggle after they found the hideout of the Russian gang they after. Mainly due to Deeks' knowledge of the LA streets and Callen's badgering of Arkady. So, Callen was cleaning and bandaging himself up (well, if he knew what was good for him), having refused first aid at the scene.

Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Sam approached the back of the boat shed.

"G?"

They really did have to get going.

"Ready," his partner replied, straightening up and tugging down his shirt.

At least he actually changed out of the bloodstained shirt this time. Hopefully, he was going to return it to Hetty before the stain set like last time. Sam did not need to hear that lecture again. Second hand or not.

"Let's go then," Sam said pointedly, turning to the door.

"Hold up," G requested, looking back. "Wait on her."

Sam blinked at him, struck speechless. Oh no. G gave him a look. He must have said it out loud.

"Please don't tell me you're bringing her," he almost whined. Almost. Sam Hanna didn't whine. Moan, yes. But not whine.

"She's harmless!" G retorted ever so slightly defensively. Hmm.

The woman in question was watching them from the doorway to the bathroom (had she been in there with him?), amusement shining in her eyes.

"She shot you. Twice."

Technically she had hit the vest once and was the cause of the very shallow nick the second time but still. Shooting at them was shooting at them at the end of the day. They got enough of that from the bad guys, they didn't need it from people on their side as well.

"It was an honest mistake!"

"I did not realise that it was you two," she confirmed, walking over to stand next to them.

Sam gave her a look. "Because that makes me feel much better."

She folded her arms across her chest. "I am undercover and one got him in the vest and I only nicked him with the other," she said dismissively, shaking her head. "And I was actually aiming next to him for that one. It is not my fault that he moved."

"So, it's my fault?" G asked teasingly.

Sam didn't bother to hold back the eye roll at their antics. What if his partner hadn't been wearing his vest? He pinched the bridge of his nose; it was far too early to be dealing with a Kolchek.

"I wouldn't exactly call you harmless," Sam told Anna, deciding that further arguing about the shooting wasn't worth it and turned to leave the boat shed. "And I'm sure that the wife would agree."

"I did not touch her husband," Anna complained but looking pleased at Sam's comment, walking next to G.

"See? She'll be fine," said G cheerfully, grabbing his own bag.

"This better not mean that Arkady will show up," warned Sam.

Anna snorted. "Agreed."

What a lovely relationship father and daughter had.

"What's he up to anyway?" G asked. "Haven't seen him in a while."

She shrugged. "Trouble, most likely."

"With the law?"

"Or a woman," Anna stated mildly.

Anna looked remarkably unconcerned about either option.

Sam looked curiously at her and couldn't help but ask, "You don't know?"

He didn't exactly like the guy himself but he wasn't the guy's family (or pretty much family in G's case). That, and keeping tabs on the man wasn't exactly a bad thing to do.

Anna shrugged again, "He is a grown man-" Sam couldn't control the snort that escaped him, "-most of the time and he-" she pointed at G, "-is more likely to know what he is doing. He is too protective of me." She finished with an eye roll of her own.

Getting bored with the conversation G interrupted, "Do you think we need to notify LAPD?"

Right, back to the case. They had work to do. Sam shook his head to clear it and focused.

"Too conspicuous," Sam pointed out.

These guys were paranoid. Anything or anyone new to their routine would be cause for concern. Though the officers might make good back up if they had some runners...

"They have a mole there," added Anna, frowning. "I don't know who, though. They were very careful not to mention names."

Well, at least that confirmed their suspicions. They had thought there was someone leaking information on the case's progress. Too many coincidental escapes and abnormal destruction of documents.

G nodded in acceptance, "Let's go catch us some gangsters."

Settling themselves in the car, Sam warned the pair, "No speaking in Russian in front of the wife to freak her out."

The woman had almost had a panic attack when she heard G shout at the gang members they did catch. She had also given them a sound ticking off for speaking "a commie villain language, don't you know Americans only speak American?". G had not been amused.

Anna gave him a confused look but Sam just shook his head. G explained the situation for her. She gave a derisive snort in response.

"Really?" she asked incredulously.

Sam sighed.

"Just don't rile her up," Sam requested.

The two gave him innocent looks.

"I mean it."

They both sulked.

Sam rolled his eyes and ignored them. Any attention and they'd just take it as encouragement. They did have an Op to run after all.

He busied himself with trying to get out of the narrow back road they'd ended up parking in while the two reprobates stayed in blessed silence. Unfortunately, that wasn't to last.

"Do you think she'd mistake Romanian for Russian?" G wondered out loud.

"G," Sam warned.

"Or Polish?" Anna suggested.

Sam groaned and resisted the urge to smack his head off the steering wheel. It wasn't his car's fault, after all. It didn't deserve such treatment.

"We could do Polish," G was now saying, nodding his head.

Was it too early to set Hetty on them?