'Okay, I've got the stuff needed to clean the wound. Oh here's something to bite down on for the pain.' said Sam.
'A squeaky toy?'
'Well it's the best I've got.'
He poured the alcohol on the wound, and boy did it sting!
'Let me get this straight, you got shot, and Sam made you bite down on a squeaky toy?' Deeks asked, appalled. 'That is…'
'Really embarrassing? I know.' Callen replied.
'Hey, it was all I had at the time!' Sam exclaimed.
'Question, do you always carry a rubber ducky with you in case you need to give it to someone to bite on when they've been shot and you have to clean their wounds?'
'It was for my kids! Man, do you always have to be a pain in the butt every time I save your life?!'
Callen laughed. 'Me? You're worse then me in that factor!'
'Oh brother, you are 2 are both ridiculous!' Kensi said in annoyance.