"This is all your fault, you know," Callen complained, holding an ice pack to his bottom lip and jaw. A small trail of blood leaked from underneath and several dark spots decorated his gray shirt.

"How do you figure?" Sam asked. He had a small cut on his cheek, a growing circle around one eye, and a brace wrapped around his left wrist. Otherwise, he seemed in relatively good shape.

Kensi and Deeks on the other hand, couldn't quite say the same. Her nose was swollen and bleeding, a long scratch running the length from her temple to jaw, and she wore a makeshift sling on one arm. Next to her, Deeks had taken the brunt of the damage with a bleeding temple and injured ribs. He shifted uncomfortably, wrapping her arm more tightly around his middle.

They'd all been crammed into the same ER cubicle for the time being, which hadn't improved relations. Kensi glared at Callen and Sam as they continued to bicker, resting her free hand on Deeks' shoulder.

"You're the one who insulted that guy."

"He insulted me first."

"Which obviously meant you had to hit him."

"For the record, he swung first. I was only defending myself," Sam insisted. "And I had it under control."

Surprisingly, Deeks snorted at that, lifting his head enough to give Sam an incredulous look.

"When Kensi and I came in, you guys were surrounded by 15 people," he reminded him Sam. He grimaced, curling in on himself a little. "I could barely see you."

"We had it under control." Said from between his teeth, Sam seemed truly annoyed now. Though whether it was because he was in pain or pissed he hadn't been strong enough to take on an entire biker gain by himself wasn't clear.

"One guy was biting your arm," Kensi pointed out in a a nasal tone. She tipped her head forward as a little more blood drained from her nose.

"It was like Tumakuru all over again," Callen sighed. "And I still don't have any video." He sounded vaguely disappointed.

"And you call us troublemakers." Deeks glanced pointedly at his various injuries. "I'd just like to state, for the record, that my partner and I never landed all of us in the ER."

"Hey, I never told you to come help. That's on you guys," Sam told them firmly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"So you wanted us to let that big hairy guy to chew your arm off?" Deeks asked.

"I happen to be very happy that you guys came along." Shaking his head, Callen muttered something that sounded distinctly disgruntled.

"What did you say to make those guys go berserk?" Kensi asked, curious despite her annoyance. At least it took her attention off her throbbing nose.

Sam opened his mouth to answer, but Deeks got there first.

"Let me guess, they insulted the SEALS?"

"No." Squaring his shoulders, Sam managed to look superior for a second. "The entire military. When I tried to correct them, one idiot took a swing and the rest joined in."

"Naturally." Wincing again, Deeks pressed his hand tighter against ribcage. "Mm, yeah, something's definitely bruised, possibly broken. I could really use a bag of peas," he babbled. "Or a really big Vicodin. Like they have in bugs bunny cartoons."

"Here, Baby," Kensi said, crouching in front of him in concern. The movement made her head ache even more, but she pushed it away. She placed bloodied ice pack under his shirt, shifting his hand away.

"No, Kens, your nose." He tried to push her hand away, concern showing through his pained expression.

"If you two start making out over there, I'm tasing you both," Sam warned darkly. Narrowing her eyes, Kensi turned to glare at him again.

"You know, I was just thinking, how are you going to explain this to Kilbride?" she asked innocently. Sam's eyes widened and he looked nervous for a moment before he shrugged it off.

"I'll just mention that we were injured while containing some unruly witnesses."

"Yeah, that's not gonna fly with the Admiral." Callen shook his head with mock dismay. "He'll want to know exactly what led to the altercation. And then you'll have to tell him that you ticked off a bunch of drunk bikers, leading to all four senior agents being incapacitated."

"I probably won't be able to work for at least a few weeks," Deeks added.

"And I'll be taking care of Deeks…"

"Good luck," Callen said, patting his shoulder.

"You're supposed to be my partner. What happened to having my back?" Sam protested.

"Should have thought of that before you picked a fight with a bearded guy named Curly," Deeks said, chuckling and then immediately hissing in pain.