I know I said that I had something unfluffy but that did not go as planned. It has been set aside for now but I will continue to work on it and will eventually post it. For now, here is something I think is really cute.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS: Los Angeles or its characters.

"I still don't see why you have to get so dressed up for this," Deeks said through the curtain. "Isn't it just a little over the top?"

"Let him do his thing, Deeks," Sam said slightly annoyed.

"He's dressing up because he's never dressed up," said Callen waltzing into wardrobe. "It'll be a nice change."

Eric emerged from behind the curtain wearing one of Hetty's best tuxedos and a nervous, almost sick, expression on his face.

"What if something goes wrong?" Eric asked with a panicked voice walking to the full-length mirror. He stood in front of it and struggled with this shirt buttons.

"You'll be fine, Eric," Deeks said reassuringly. "Unless you say something stupid, fall on your face, or scr - OW! Really, Sam? Really?"

"Quit scaring him," Sam said glaring at Deeks. "He's nervous enough as it is."

"I can't do this," Eric said shaking his head.

"Relax, man," Callen said slapping Eric on the shoulder. "It's not an op."

"Well, it feels like one." Eric loosened his tie and shirt collar in a vain effort to cool himself off. "Is there any way I can take an earwig and have you guys talk me through this?"

"I'm afraid not, Mr. Beale." Hetty strolled in, her hands clasped behind her back as per usual only this time she was holding something special. "I cannot let you use our technology for this. I can, however, lend you these." From behind her back, Hetty procured a small velvet box. Inside the box was a pair of cufflinks. "Mother of pearl set in Tibetan silver. Ornate enough for the occasion but not so much that they take anything away from your wardrobe."

Eric looked at the cufflinks with admiration and appreciation. "Wow. Thank you, Hetty." Hetty replied with a simple smile.

"Good luck, Mr. Beale," she said and she turned on her heel and walked back to her desk.

"I'm still scared, guys."

"Eric, look at me," Callen said putting himself directly between Eric and mirror. "You need to man up. You can't let fear take control of you."

"But-"

"I'm not done. There is a fantastic girl out there waiting for you. She's smart, she's sweet, and she is absolutely in love with you. If you chicken out over this, then you really don't deserve her." Eric stared incredulously at Callen for a moment.

"Did Callen just get all romantic on us?" Deeks asked in a hushed voice which earned him another glare from Sam.

"You need to put yourself out there and not be afraid of getting hurt."

"I don't think she'd ever hurt me."

"Then you have no reason to be afraid. Now get out there before I shoot you in the ass."

After putting on Hetty's cufflinks and some final adjustments to his shirt and jacket, Eric took a deep breath and turned to leave wardrobe.

"Hey, Eric," Callen called. "You forgot this." He threw a small box at Eric who caught it mid-flight.

"Go get her," said Deeks.

"Good luck, brother," Sam said encouragingly.

Eric nodded his thanks and left wardrobe to re-enter the Mission. He stopped only a few steps out and opened the little black box. He ran his finger over the slender gold band and the tiny diamond and a small smile found its way onto his face. With his courage slowly returning, he snapped the box shut and made long, deliberate strides towards Nell's little office.

Yay for bromance! I can really picture the guys helping Eric in this situation: Deeks trying to diffuse the tension with his special brand of humor, Sam being the supportive older brother figure, Callen telling Eric to man up. Can you see Callen being the one to give the advice? If not, who do you think would be the one to tell Eric to man up?