The bullpen was winding down for the day, the hum of computers and rustling of case files slowing as the team finished up. The faint scent of coffee lingered in the air, and from somewhere in the building, holiday music played softly.
Kensi leaned against Deeks' desk, a mischievous grin on her face. Deeks, beside her, had the kind of energy that usually preceded a questionable idea.
"Alright, people," Kensi announced, clapping her hands together. "It's almost Christmas, which means it's time to embrace the season."
Deeks picked up right where she left off. "Which is why we are all going ice skating tonight at the outdoor rink." He gestured grandly, as if revealing a prize on a game show. "Lights, music, festive spirit and the chance to see Eric wipe out at least five times—what's not to love?"
"Hey!" Eric protested. "I'm actually a decent skater."
"Compared to who? A baby deer?" Deeks shot back.
Nell let out a small laugh, her eyes lighting up. "Ice skating sounds like fun."
Callen, who had been half-listening while finishing up a report, glanced up at that. He caught the excitement in Nell's expression—the way her face brightened, the easy smile on her lips.
Kensi crossed her arms. "So, are we all in?"
"Yeah, I'm in," Nell said, clearly looking forward to it.
Eric nodded. "Same here."
Sam sighed but relented. "Alright, fine."
Callen hesitated, his gaze lingering on Nell for a second too long. He knew he should be indifferent about this, should act like it was just another team outing. But the truth was, he liked spending time with her—even if she didn't feel for him what he felt for her. And if ice skating was what made her happy, then he was more than willing to go along with it.
"Yeah, I'll go," Callen said finally, leaning back in his chair.
Deeks smirked. "Oh, this is gonna be good."
"Not as good as watching you fall on your face," Callen shot back.
Kensi clapped her hands together. "Alright, then! Meet at the rink in an hour."
As the others began gathering their things, Callen caught Nell's eyes. She smiled at him—small, but genuine.
Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.