"Are you done yet?"

Same wiped sweat off his brow, cables in his fists, "What do you think?"

"I think that you are usually a lot better than this."

"It's been barely eight minutes."

"You usually do it in five."

"I'm sorry. Let me just put some x-ray goggles on so I can see how the oven works."

"Bet Eric has some. Or Hetty. Definitely Hetty," Callen thought out loud.

Sam just groaned and ignored his partner. He was nearly done. He just had to disconnect the phone from the fuel line.

"Is that wise?"

Sam dropped his pen knife, annoyed that G's voice had startled him. He shot his partner a look that clearly said "Really?"

"I just don't want to dies in an explosion today."

"I'm not going to set this off. And you don't want to die in an explosion today? Are there days you do want to dies in an explosion?"

"Well, some days it would be cool to die in an explosion," defended Callen.

"But not today?"

"No one is around to see it today."

Rolling his eyes at his partner's antics, Sam continued to patiently saw through wires.

"We're not going to die in an explosion today."

"Good, because Hetty would not be pleased if we lost all of this evidence."

"I'd like to think she'd miss us too."

"Yeah, she'd have to waste so much time training agents how to handle Kensi and Deeks."

"Add the Wonder Twins to that as well. Remember how they scared off that transfer from the DoD?"

Callen actually chuckled at that memory. It was pretty funny. The poor man had had experience with rogue CIA operatives, Granger, Gibbs and had been kidnapped in the Middle East twice but he hadn't lasted forty minutes with their Dynamic Duo.

Though, Kensi and Deeks were still claiming that they had had him rattled before he even went into Ops. Which was totally plausible.

A few more minutes passed before Callen commented, "I bet an explosion from here would be pretty impressive. Probably a fireball."

Sam slammed his hands down and glared at him irritably.

"What is with you and explosions today?"

"I have more thinking time" he taunted.

"I'm getting it done," Sam replied defensively. The IED was quite simple but all the parts were so small and finickity.

"All I'm saying, is that if you blow up the house, you're going to be so fired." Callen said. "I think the evidence you found could bring down the entire cell."

Sam threw hs screwdriver at him.

"Who even caries one of these around?" Callen demanded from the floor.

Smirking, Sam cut the final wire.

"Someone who can disarm a bomb. With no explosion."

"Pity."