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"Seriously?"

Cue silent glaring that he decided to not let faze him. That's how exasperated he was. So exasperated, that he decided to poke the angry bear a bit more.

"Seriously, Kensi?"

He even added a poke for good measure. She tried to grab at it (probably to break it) but he was faster. If anything, being partners with Kensi Blye had honed his reflexes in a way he didn't know was possible. Speaking of Kensi, she still hadn't answered him.

"Kensiiiii."

Okay, maybe that was a bit too much but a guy liked to be answered, you know?

"Oh. My. God. What is your problem?"

Deeks couldn't help but stare at his partner's flashing eyes. They were oddly attractive, despite their full force being directed at him. For once, he wasn't cowering because he was equally exasperated and frustrated, for a change.

"My problem?" he demanded.

He wasn't the one who had a problem here. Not by a long shot. Nope. His partner was the one who had a problem. Not that she seemed to realise that.

"Yes, your problem."

Ah, the glare had been turned up a notch. Never a good sign. Pity he had never been very good at reading signs.

Sam gave his partner a look as they listened to their two junior team member bicker. An occurrence which was becoming disturbingly familiar. Callen just responded with a shrug. Sam rolled his eyes. Unfortunately, his partner had a point. Should he have thought that just because they had 'left's NCIS, gone dark and gone overseas all the while trying to rescue their Operations Manager from a family of criminal masterminds that those two would act normal? Sam didn't think that they knew the meaning of the word. He didn't even know what they were bickering about this time.

"You are being ridiculous!"

And now Deeks had got Kensi waving her hands in the air. That was definitely not a good sign. Nor was the higher octave Kensi was speaking at.

What was depressing was that it was all predictable. Sam knew that the next step was for Deeks to make a noise of frustration - and there it was - followed by him retorting without explaining himself further.

"I am not. Like, seriously, Kensi?"

And, what do you know? He was right.

"Do you think we could get them to shut up?" Sam asked out of the corner of his mouth.

They had a mission to do, after all, and these two apparently weren't focused at all. They needed to be focused. Which meant stopping whatever this was.

Callen shook his head. "And stop our only entertainment?"

That just got his partner a dark look. This was definitely not entertaining. Not even in the slightest.

Callen noted that his partner's left eye was twitching. Not a good sign. It wouldn't take much to push him over the edge. And that wouldn't help anyone. He'd just blow up at Kensi and Deeks which would achieve absolutely nothing. And deprive him of his entertainment.

He gave Sam a critical look and decided that it was probably best to keep him occupied. With something that didn't involve paying any attention to their currently bickering duo. Callen pushed his weapon toward Sam, who instinctively (and predictably) started to clean it. Even though it had been cleaned three times. Two of those times had already been Sam.

"Why does it even bother you?"

Callen was honestly curious. Kensi and Deeks' bickering didn't bother him at all. At best it was highly amusing, at worst it was background noise. Nothing to get worked up over. It's not like he could stop it.

"Why doesn't it bother you?"

They were briefly interrupted by an increase in the bickering. An increase in volume, that was.

"I'm not the one with an OCD about -"

"It's not an OCD!"

"Are you sure we can't just leave them here?" Sam half-seriously asked.

At least he was looking calmer now. Cleaning weapons always did do that for him. Callen was now pretty convinced that Sam wouldn't actually leave the other half of their team here in Romania. That would be far too cruel to the Romanians.

Kensi stomped past them, surprisingly not make the ground rattle, throwing a food wrapper at Deeks who Deeks closely following her. Waving his arms in agitation of all things. The wrapped fell to the floor and Deeks' eyes immediately snapped to it.

The younger man stopped and pointedly stared at the crumpled-up bit of flimsy paper.

"Could you be any messier?" he loudly announced, jabbing a finger at the offending item.

Callen exchanged a confused look with Sam. Was this really what these two were arguing about? Kensi's lack of tidiness?

Apparently so, as Deeks picked up the little piece of paper between finger and thumb and waved it in his partner's face, "This," he waved his free hand around the room, "- is a vigilante hideout. Not a pigpen! Pick up after yourself!"

Then he threw the wrapper at Kensi. Great. Even Callen knew that that was definitely not a good idea. Though, he did have to snort at being dubbed 'vigilantes'. Even though that was sort of what they were. No matter. There were more pressing things to do like grabbing Kensi as she tried to lunge at her partner. There could be no injuries until they rescued Hetty. They couldn't afford to be a man down.

Deeks yelped and darted behind Sam for protection, who wasn't exactly in a protecting mood right now. Especially towards the cause of this little kerfuffle. He stepped calmly to the side, leaving Deeks exposed. Kensi struggled harder in his grip, which slipped slightly (only slightly). She was a wriggly one.

Sighing, Callen slowly counted to ten. And then again. Deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. Hetty was going to be rescued soon and be responsible for all of this nonsense. He just had to hold out a little while longer. Hopefully, none of them would kill each other before then.

Kensi made a half-growl, half-shriek noise. Callen looked down at her annoyed expression. He'd maybe allow slight maiming. Not that it looked like he was going to get much choice in that matter.