Kensi walked into the bullpen and upon laying eyes on Callen and Sam, wanted to turn around and immediately leave. She didn't know what transpired over the last 12 hours, but both agents looked worse than when she had left them in the field. Kensi had seen Marines returning from combat zones that looked better than Sam. Sam had a few marks on his face that looked suspiciously like darkening bruises and his whole being radiated exhaustion. Callen fared no better; in fact Kensi thought he looked worse now than he did lying in that hospital bed after being shot. Trying to make the best of a bad situation, she threw on her mega-watt smile and cheerfully walked into the bullpen. "Hey guys. Time for a new jailer."

Sam and Callen glared at her and Kensi decided levity was not the order of the day. Ok, then straight to business. "I'm here to take over Sam. Anything I need to know?"

"A few things. See that broom handle over there? When you want to wake him up for a medical check, poke him in the ribs with it… really hard. Whatever you do, don't get in fist range."

"I told you it was an accident. I didn't mean to punch you but you startled me."

"Five times G! You punched me five times before you figured out who I was?"

Callen had the graciousness to look ashamed while he muttered, "Ok, maybe one or two were on the deliberate side. But you were so damn cheerful every time you had to wake me up. It really was not right."

"And," Sam continued, "If he has to use the men's room, tell him tough; hold it."

"Hey now, that really was an accident. I told you not to make me 'adapt'. How was I to…" but Sam cut him off by holding up a palm.

"We won't EVER go there."

Kensi cleared her throat. "Alright then. Ah are the handcuffs really necessary?"

Sam pushed himself out of the chair with a grunt, and then quickly headed towards the door. "Your choice," he called over his shoulder. "Key is on the desk. Hetty's due back in 6 hours. If you lose him you'd better find him before than or you have to explain to her what happened. Have fun!"

"Any other instructions?" she queried but Sam had already departed.

Kensi glanced over at her superior who was sitting with a rather innocent demeanor. He lifted the handcuff and gave it a little rattle.

"I dunna know Callen. Sam knows you better than me. If he thought it was necessary…"

Callen scowled but did not push the issue with his junior agent yet. He settled back down on the couch preparing to go back to sleep.

"Ah how often do I have to wake you up and make sure you are OK?" Kensi queried Callen since Sam had already left.

"Don't have to," Callen mumbled drifting back to sleep. "Past that stage."

Kensi pondered his answer. Somehow she did not think it was correct but then again she really wasn't sure. She looked at the door but Sam was long gone. Being resourceful, she decided she would go Google it on her computer. "I'll be right back G."

Cracking his eyes, he pitifully held up his handcuffed wrist. "Could you please take this off? It is chafing." She saw a streak of red before he quickly dropped it back down. "Oh geez Callen, sure," she said as she retrieved the key and opened the cuffs.

Callen threw her a grateful smile and quickly covered his "bad" wrist with his good hand as if to massage it. "Thanks Kens," he said rolling over and snuggling into the couch.

"No problem. I'll be right back. I am just going to ah check my email."

Callen's only answer was a delicate snore.

Kensi walked over to the bull pen and went to log into her machine. Rats, her CAC card was in her wallet in her locker. Strolling past Callen, who was fast asleep on the couch, she headed into the locker room to retrieve her card.

Callen had to make a quick decision. Lock Kensi in the locker room (no pun intended) or disable the network so she could not Google the medical information on concussions. It really wasn't a hard decision as a pissed of Kensi was a dangerous Kensi. She'd easily figure out it was he who locked her in the room and when she did get out there would be hell to pay. However, she might not figure out he trashed the internet connection if he were quick. He barely got on the couch before she re-emerged.

Kensi gave a small contented smile as she strolled past her patient who, not cuffed, was still where he was supposed to be like a good obedient child. Chalk one up for her. Kindness works every time. Sitting in front of her screen she logged in and tried to access the Internet. No go. Frowning, she tried a few different approaches with no luck. She debated calling Eric at home but that seemed a bit unnecessary as it was the middle of the night. Oh well, she'd trust Callen at his word.

The rest of her shift went quietly with Callen sleeping the whole time. She caught up on her reading and felt overall it wasn't such a bad experience being the "babysitter", though not that she'd ever say that to Callen's face. Kensi was feeling pretty good when the door suddenly burst in and Hetty's strident voice asked "What's going on here!"