Callen was back at his desk, staring at some case files but not really reading them when Kensi marched over, grabbed his arm, and yanked him out of his chair.
He frowned. "What the hell, Kensi?"
"We need to talk," she said, already dragging him toward the burn room.
Callen sighed but followed, too tired to argue. "If this is about Deeks putting hot sauce in my coffee, I already know. I'll kill him later."
Kensi huffed. "This isn't about Deeks. This is about you and Nell and the fact that you're both being absolute idiots."
Callen stopped short. His body tensed immediately, but he covered it with a smirk. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh, please." Kensi rolled her eyes. "You've been brooding for weeks. You hover around Nell like she's made of glass, you threw yourself in front of a bullet for her, and don't even try to tell me it was 'instinct' because I know you, Callen."
He opened his mouth to protest, but Kensi steamrolled over him.
"And don't act like you don't feel something for her, because guess what? She's been in love with you for years and she thinks she's just your friend, so congratulations, you've officially made things ten times harder than they need to be."
Callen's stomach dropped. He stared at Kensi, thrown off balance for the first time in years. "She—"
"Yes," Kensi cut in. "And now she's locked in the burn room waiting for you because she won't admit how she feels unless you do."
Callen's heart pounded. "Kensi—"
"Too late."
She shoved him through the burn room door and slammed it shut.
Click.
Locked.