Hetty took one long look at the scene she had just walked in on and sighed. Quietly and imperceptibly but still sighed. She did so love these people that made up her team - her family. She did. But there were some occurrences that made her question their sanity and intelligence levels. Like what was happening right in front of her.

"Oh, hey, it's Hetty!" Deeks pointed out in an over-exaggerated and slightly choked tone.

Of course, that put each of her four agents on high alert and they all froze. She tutted slightly. It was like they thought she wouldn't be able to see them if they kept still. She decided to dissuade them of this notion.

"You do realise that I can see each and every one of you, do you not?"

And there were the guilty and sheepish grins. Oh, how familiar she was with those.

Callen came to his wits first, of course.

"We never doubted that," he said with a hint of a smirk. "You can see through walls, after all."

She shook her head at that but allowed herself a smile. That at least made the others relax. Well, relax was the wrong word, especially since Kensi tightened her arms to lock herself into position better, but they were no longer tense. They were, on the other hand, now eyeing her warily. Good. It kept them on their toes.

"What brings you to the gym, Hetty?" Deeks bravely asked when it became obvious that she wasn't going to say anything.

Ah, silence, the best interrogator and loosener of tongues. Worked every time.

"I was just wondering where all of my agents where when I have nary a report on my desk."

"Nary?" Deeks repeated questioningly. "Who says nary?"

Everyone ignored him, making him pout at the lack of a reaction. Usually, Kensi would have made a snarky retort or made a threatening move of some sort towards him but she wasn't currently in a position to do so.

"And why is Miss Blye currently upside down in your grasp, Mr Callen?" Hetty continued, raising an eyebrow at the pair.

One of Kensi's legs was over Callen's shoulder and then other under the opposite arm. Callen had a firm grip around her waist while one of Kensi's hands was flat on the floor and her free arm hooking around his calf. It looked like they were trying to perform some strange gymnastics move.

Both Callen and Kensi gave her questioning looks (made all the more odd by Kensi's current position), looked at each other and shrugged.

"She's practising getting free of someone who's grabbed her," Callen explained.

"Not that someone would be able to grab me," Kensi felt the need to interject.

"We're just covering all possibilities," Callen assured her.

Hetty raised an eyebrow. "I see. And what type of person would grab their hostage upside down?"

Callen shrugged again and gave her a smirk. "You never know. It falls under 'all possibilities'."

"Uh huh."

Hetty wasn't exactly convinced by this explanation but could hardly deny it. She did encourage the notion of training for all possible types of assault. She had just never considered this to be one. Which was 'her bad' but, honestly, who really was going to grab someone and swing them upside down? It wasn't exactly an easy manoeuvre to perform in the midst of a fight.

She sighed heavily, again, and waved her hand at them.

"Mr Callen, please return Miss Blye to an upright position."

Callen and Kensi looked questioningly at each other before both shrugging. In one smooth move Kensi was swung onto his back, legs wrapped around his waist. Neither of them apparently expending much effort in this manoeuvre. They actually managed to make it look quite graceful. A testament to their training, no doubt.

Owen took this opportunity to make an appearance by poking his head around the door.

"It's safe to come in, Owen," she told him.

He gave her a suspicious look but entered the gym anyway, his footsteps echoing as he crossed the floor to them.

"There a party going on here?" He asked drily.

"Just people not doing their reports," she replied airily.

"Training," Sam corrected.

"Ah."

Man of a few words, Owen was, though he still managed to make a single word sound disapproving.

"Mr Callen, I believe I directed that Miss Blye should be in a standing position."

Callen shook his head and corrected her, "You said she had to be in an 'upright position'," he jiggled Kensi on his back and she waved at Hetty. "She's not upside down anymore, therefore, she's upright."

Kensi grinned and Hetty sighed again. What was that, the third, fourth time today?

"Nevertheless, I would prefer her to be on the ground, Mr Callen."

"Now, that's no fun," Callen told her, making no movement to do as he was told.

Kensi also wasn't making any effort to do as she directed. In fact, she leaned forwards slightly so her chin was resting on top of Callen's head.

"They have a point, Henrietta," Owen told her.

Callen and Kensi gave her a triumphant look. She quenched those with a look.

"Don't encourage them, Owen," she scolded.

Surely, he knew that it was important to portray a united front when it came to these sorts of shenanigans? They could smell weakness and knew how to take advantage and exploit it.

The Assistant Director just gave her a faint smile, almost challenging her. She narrowed her eyes at him. Callen coughed, bring her attention back to her, ah, combatants.

"You knew full well that I meant on her feet," Hetty scolded him.

"But the instructions were open to interpretation."

Hetty could have sworn everyone took a sharp intake of breath at that cheeky response. She shot Callen a faint smile before clapping her hands to gain all of their attention again (not that she had really lost it).

"Back on your feet, Miss Blye," she instructed. "And, all of you, back to your desks. Reports won't write themselves."

"Aw," they chorused

She didn't have to look behind her to know that they had done as they were told.

Well trained indeed.