Opening his eyes a crack, even that was too much for him. The sunlight was so bright and blazing that his eyes snapped shut immediately, feeling like they had been burned. Whoever would have thought that even a chink of light would feel that bad?

But it did and Callen did not want to deal with it or the tumbling that was going on inside his head right now so he turned on his side a squeezed his eyes shut, determined to get some more sleep.

Except it wasn't to be, was it? Because when had he ever managed to get more sleep. Especially when he was oh so rudely interrupted.

"Rise and shine!" Came a far too cheerful voice.

And too loud a voice, for that matter. And there was only one person that could be. Grunting, Callen grabbed his blanket and yanked it over his head. Maybe if he ignored him, he would be left alone to his misery.

Except, this was Sam Hanna you were talking about. Of course, he wouldn't take Callen ignoring him as an indication that his presence was definitely not welcome.

The curtains (yes, he finally got curtains) got yanked open and even with tightly closed eyes that still felt like he had been branded across them.

Another loud groan left him, which Sam was completely unsympathetic to

"Come on! Let's get your day started."

Callen would prefer not to do that now. In fact, he'd preferably do it once the sky was dark again.

A shower and two cups of coffee later, Callen was actually feeling somewhat human again. Sure, his head still felt like thousands of holes were being drilled in it but feeling like a human was definitely an upgrade. Sam didn't really give him any other options anyway. It was either do this willingly or Sam would drag him down and force the coffee down his throat.

"What happened last night?" Callen finally managed to groan out, head firmly in his hands.

And trust him, that was an achievement. He felt like there were thousands of tiny hammers pounding on every part of his skull. Inside and out. Seriously, just what exactly had he drunk to make him feel like this?

He didn't have to have his eyes open to know that Sam was grinning. Suddenly, he didn't really want to know what happened after all.

"Shall I start with the keg stand or when you tried to start a fight with a guy in a leprechaun costume?"

It took Callen a moment to process what Sam said. And not just because he was hungover but because none of what Sam said made sense. There was no way that anything involving either of those scenarios, never mind both, would end up being anything good.

"Oh, god, neither."

He did not need to hear any of that. He didn't remember it and he'd really prefer to keep it that way. A keg stand? Really?

"Suck it up, because that's not an option."

Sam really didn't have to sound so cheerful and amused about all of this.

"Those didn't really happen, did they?" Callen asked plaintively.

Sam was just making those things up just to get a rise out of him, right?

Sam held his hands up.

"All I know is that both of those things happened and that the police got called and I managed to persuade them that there was no real harm done and I'd bring you home to sleep it off."

"And they let you?" Callen asked sceptically. "The LAPD?"

"Yep."

"But they hate us."

"They hate Deeks. Neither of us, thankfully are Deeks."

Callen snorted at that. His head immediately made him regret that.

"Pretty sure they hate us by association."

"Yeah, well, the cop wasn't McHughes or that lackey of his." Sam said dismissively.

Ah, that would be why more of a fuss didn't get kicked up. Probably didn't want to deal with Feds either, for which Callen was thankful. He didn't even want to think what Hetty would say or do if she had to pick him up from lock up.

Not that she hadn't had to do it before but somehow for something like this he thought that she wouldn't be quite so forgiving. So, yes, he was pretty happy that he had been allowed to be brought home. Even if the person who had done the bringing home bit was being unapologetically obnoxious about the whole thing.

He didn't respond to Sam, however, which just made the bug guy exasperated with him.

"Look, just be thankful that you weren't kept overnight at the station, okay?"

"I might have got more sleep there," Callen said with a sulk.

Sam had far too much fun regaling Callen with all the little details of what happened last night. Like him attempted to do a jig and falling over his own feet. Or the declaration of the leprechaun dressed guy about shocking him with hid "pot of gold". The while situation just sounded bizarre to Callen. Just what and how much had he drank last night. Or maybe he had been drugged? Drugged seemed more elderly to be honest though he suspected that Sam wouldn't be quite this amused if he suspected that Callen had been drugged.

All of the, what Callen was starting to suspected were highly exaggerated, tales were suddenly interrupted by a sharp 'knock knock' on the door.

Callen and Sam looked at each other, eyes widening. There as only one person who that could be.

There was another knock and Callen scrambled to the door before the lock was picked or the door itself was kicked down.

He pulled the door open and, sure enough, kt was Hetty.

She walked past him without saying a word and into the centre of the living room and turned to face them with a disapproving look on her face. Callen gulped and he knew Sam did the same because that look never meant anything good.

Nothing at all was said by any of them and no one moved either expect for some guilty shifting from foot to foot on Callen's part.

Thankfully, she did open her mouth. Unfortunately, it wasn't exactly something Callen wanted to hear.

"Gentlemen, would either of you like to explain why I got a finally outrageous dry-cleaning and a seamstress' bill for a leprechaun costume?"