A/N: This occurs in season 7 once again. This one is fairly ridiculous. Densimber Day 16
"Ok, just a little bit farther. C'mon, dig deeper Baby, you can do it," Kensi encouraged.
"I'm not going to make it," Deeks gasped, muscles clenched and his face strained with effort. "I don't think the body is supposed to move like this."
"I have faith in you, Babe. Here, I'll help you." She pushed on his shoulders and he shouted.
"Oh my god, that hurts!"
"What the hell is going on?" They both turned, Deeks struggling to see behind him since Kensi was still leaning on top of him, but he saw Callen's horrified face. He shifted to reveal Sam, Nell, and Eric, all watching with varying levels of interest.
"This isn't what it looks like," Kensi insisted as Callen walked around to face Deeks.
"Uh-huh. I thought you guys were trying to keep work and private stuff separate."
"We were just seeing who's more flexible," Deeks said patiently, like they hadn't been caught in compromising positions a dozen times before. "Because someone is clearly a sadist." He gave Kensi a pointed look, but she didn't move.
"I'm sure you are," Sam commented dryly.
"I don't think I've ever seen this position before," Nell added, laughter in her voice. Deeks glared up at her from under his sweaty bangs.
"Believe me, if we were having sex, it would be significantly less painful than this." Groaning again, Deeks tensed his shoulders, feeling something twinge in his back. "Ok, that's it. Uncle! Kensi, Uncle!"
Grinning at his surrender, Kensi gave his cheek a quick kiss, and slid off.
"And the man has spoken, I am officially the most flexible," she announced proudly. "I told you to do more yoga."
"I do plenty of yoga," Deeks retorted, struggling to his feet. Sam offered him a hand up, which he accepted grudging.
"Wait, how exactly did you decide that you're the winner?" Callen asked suddenly.
"And how are you measuring success," Eric said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Deeks was holding that position for a really long time and you didn't have a timer running."
"It's not that serious," Kensi said, sounding more perturbed now.
"Oh, I think it is." Callen shook his head, clearly ready to start mischief. "You crowned yourself the winner of flexibility. I think it's only fisr that the rest of us challenge that."
"Hold on a second, I am not competing against you in any contest," Sam interrupted. "Especially one that involves stretching."
"Is that because you think you can't do it?" Callen asked, baiting him.
"I don't blame you." Patting Sam's shoulder, Deeks shook his head. "It's a young man's game." Sam's eyes narrowed as he glanced between his smirking partner and Deeks
"Fine. I'll do it, but don't be surprised when I whip all your butts." He jabbed a finger in Callen's direction. "Especially yours."
"Um, hold on. I did not agree to this," Kensi spoke up with a fake laugh.
"Are you nervous, Kensi?" Nell asked in a taunting voice. Deeks always forgot how competitive she could get when she wanted to.
"Of course not."
"Then it's settled." Nell clapped her hands together while Eric did a couple quick knee bends beside her. "I'll grab a stopwatch and some measuring tape."
"And I definitely need to change shorts," Eric said, eyes narrowed as he attempted another move that Deeks wasn't sure he'd ever seen before."
"May the best agent win," Callen said cheerfully.
"Ok, so we will each be attempting 3 different poses, with the help of our partners as needed," Nell announced, having appointed herself moderator of the event. She stood in the center of the gym with a tape measure wrapped around her neck and a stopwatch in one hand."Flexibility will be judged by height from the ground, limb extension, and the average duration the competitor is able to hold the poses."
Deeks glanced at Kensi, who had her hands clasped behind her back, concentrating on Nell's instruction as though she was learning to disarm a new kind of bomb.
Callen was on her other side, still smirking (and wearing the same clothes as before) while Sam had a permanent grimace. On Deeks' other side, Eric was doing practice lunges and muttering to himself.
"That seems unfair," Kensi said. "What if one of our partners cheats?"
"And who's going to do the judging?" Sam added.
"Eric and I will take turns." Nell smiled tightly. "Because if I left it to the rest of you, you would spend the entire day arguing.
"That's fair," Deeks muttered.
"Alright, everybody ready?" When no one else said anything, she nodded. "Kensi, Sam, and Eric you're up first. We'll be starting with a pike stretch."
Deeks got behind Kensi and watched as she easily bent in half.
"Don't say anything," she warned sharply and Deeks directed his gaze to Sam and Eric. Eric had gotten as far as his knees and was futilely reaching for his ankles. Meanwhile, Callen was providing "helpful" tips to Sam, who had reached farther than Eric, but definitely had his knees a little bent.
Kensi didn't need any help until she attempted the splits and even then, she only required a small amount of pressure.
"Ok, that's time," Nell shouted, a couple minutes later. Eric was sweating slightly and collapsed in a heap. "Kensi is the clear leader for his round."
"That's because I have more muscles," Sam grumbled. Callen chuckled, seeming to enjoy himself greatly.
"And moving on." Passing her measuring tape and watch to Eric, Nell took his place on the floor.
As they switched out, Deeks leaned close to Callen. He'd made absolutely no attempt to warm up and Deeks somehow doubted that his jeans would be conducive to stretching.
"I don't recall you being particularly flexible," he said and Callen shrugged easily.
"I'm not, but it's worth it to see Sam attempt the splits."
As predicted, Callen was spectacularly bad. Deeks had a feeling he was playing up his stiffness for Sam's benefit which was hilarious to watch and distracted Deeks from the burning in his thighs and calves. After already going through one round with Kensi, they felt like they might snap.
"Here, let me help you, Babe," Kensi offered, pushing on his shoulders.
"Agh, why do you hate me?" Deeks gasped as he suddenly sank down a few inches. Eric went around measuring everyone and wrote the results in a little notebook.
"I'm just making sure that Nell doesn't beat you."
He managed to stay in that position for roughly 10 seconds before he couldn't ignore the pain any longer. Callen had apparently given up some time ago and was sitting cross-legged between him and Nell, who was just a tiny bit short of a perfect split.
"Ok, so Nell definitely won this round with Deeks a close second," Eric said, reading from his notebook, a calculator in the other hand. "So, I guess that mean that Kensi is the most flexible person on this team."
"I would have been higher up, but my partner didn't do his part," Sam said, eyeing Callen balefully. Chuckling, Callen shook his head.
"Unless I broke your legs off, there's no way you were moving another millimeter."
"Says the guy who could barely touch his knees. My grandmother is more agile than you."
"Well, then maybe you should have invited her to the competition."
As they wandered out bickering, Nell tilted her head quizzically.
"So…this feels a little anticlimactic. What do we do now?"
"Celebrate the winner and runner up?" Eric suggested.
"And I know just the perfect way," Deeks said, winking at Kensi as he grabbed her hand.
"Should we follow them?" Eric asked.
"Definitely not," Nell decided grimly. "And we should probably put a caution sign outside the locker room."