Normally Agent G Callen was a careful man, a watchful man. You didn't get far in his line of work not being so. He knew how to stay low, keep his head down, not be noticed. Finely honed skills.

That, apparently, went straight out the window when it came to one Anastasia Kolchek. She was bewitching, beguiling and knew just how much she could get away with. Which was, admittedly, quite a lot.

Like kissing and fondling in Deeks' bar when it was locked up and dark. It wasn't like he didn't have a perfectly serviceable flat upstairs or anything. One with quite a nice bed too. But no, she decided to lock lips with him downstairs. She didn't even pretend to make her way towards the stairs. Actually, she was pushing him into the bar. Which was hot and all but again, perfectly good bed upstairs.

Oh. Oh. Okay, never mind. He didn't really want to move now either. Yes, things were getting an awful lot more heated. A lot more. As in, unbuttoning shirts more heated. Definitely no complaints there. And now hands were roaming everywhere. On both of them.

He deepened a kiss and she clutched him hard enough that je was going to have marks from her nails.

Then there was that one sound that Callen never wanted to hear. Well, not when he was in his current predicament anyway.

It was the turn of a key in a lock. Specifically, to the front door.

They both froze, all breathing nearly ceasing.

'Click'

The key unlocked the door and that was the noise that finally kicked them into gear. With a mad dash and a completely undignified scramble to the store room. Then they realised the damn thing was locked. Because, duh, of course it was. Bar was long closed now.

Thankfully, whoever was opening the front door (Deeks or Kensi though Callen would put money on Deeks), dropping something and was swearing quite loudly if they could hear it all the way over here.

Not that that mattered because they had to hide. Good thing he could pick locks. Not as fast as Kensi but he was pretty good.

And they were in. Anna all but pushed him in and quickly closed the door behind her. Just in time too as the front door swing open and they heard a noise like something was being dragged along the ground. Probably another crate of weird beer.

"That was close," Anna whispered to him.

"Too close."

"Mmm," she ran her hands down his sides. "It was exciting."

He could see where she was coming from. The adrenaline rush from trying not to get caught as well as from the feeling of getting away with something was great. He'd still rather not get caught though. Especially by a teammate. Especially if that teammate was Deeks. Not that he wanted to be caught like some misbehaving teenagers by any of his team but Deeks really did have to be the worst.

But it sounded like they had gotten away with it. Just about. Deeks hadn't noticed them so all Callen needed him to do was leave.

"Guys, I know you're in here," Deeks said loudly.

Callen winced, okay, maybe he wasn't as good at hiding as he thought he was.

Not when he was half naked anyway. Still, he thought they had been quite quick. And it wasn't like bare feet made a lot of noise.

"You need to learn not to slam doors," the shaggy-haired blond continued.

"Oops," Anna sheepishly whispered in his ear and Callen groaned.

Really? They were caught out by a slammed door? What were they, amateurs?

"I also saw you."

Great. They really weren't good at this.

"And the storeroom? Really? The one place I'm guaranteed to go to?"

"Not a lot of options, here, Deeks."

"You had the option of your flat. It's literally above us."

"Where's the fun in that?" Anna muttered sultrily in his ear; it made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

"You know, you can come out now?"

There was uncalled for amusement in Deeks' tone now. Something that Callen definitely did not appreciate. And neither did Anna, if her narrowed eyes were anything to go by.

"Maybe not Deeks," Callen called out.

"Oh, come on, man! Surely you'd rather get up to your flat."

There was no way that he was doing the walk of shame back up there. Not in front of Deeks. No way.

"No, Deeks," Anna said sternly.

"It's better than staying in the storage room. Pretty sure it's warmer and more comfortable."

Yes, to all of that, obviously. But he could practically feel Deeks' far too smug smirk from in here. There was no way he wanted to see it too. And, well, he didn't really want Deeks to see him either.

"Do you really think we're socially acceptable?" Callen asked him.

It wasn't like they had been caught playing checkers or something.

"Ah."

Callen could practically feel the awkwardness coming off Deeks at that statement. Okay, he might be exaggerating a bit. He still had his pants on and Anna, well, she had all the important bits covered. Sort of. She noticed he was looking at her and looked down at herself in confusion.

It didn't take Anna long to realise what was getting his attention. With a grin, she slid her bra strap up so it was back on her shoulder. Okay. Now they were sort of good.

"Wait a sec, guys and then you can come out."

"We aren't coming out until you leave," Callen told him.

Anna tried to suppress a giggle. He gave her a dark look. There was absolutely nothing funny about this. Nothing. Callen cracked a small smile. Okay, maybe there was.

There was no response from Deeks but there was a shuffling noise. What on earth was he doing? Deeks opened the door a crack and thrust his arm in.

"Need this, Anna?"

Anna sheepishly reached for her shirt. Callen couldn't even remember where they had dropped it. Or when it had come off for that matter.

"I'm just going to go now," Deeks said loudly. "Can you replace yourselves with that crate for me please?"