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They have a new case so they're all gathered around the desks trying to come up with a motive and falling short. Or they might be. To be fair, he's not really sure anymore. He stopped listening about ten minutes in, choosing to let the others guess and hypothesize and eventually come to the realization that the guy did it because he was siphoning company funds.

So he's not listening. But for good reason.

Sam's smile keeps distracting him.

Normally he can ignore it but after…well, no one would be able to ignore Sam's smile after that.

"Callen what do you think?" Kensi asks and Callen tears his eyes away from the Agent sitting across from him to reply,

"Siphoning funds." To whatever it is that Kensi was asking. She could have been asking where they should eat lunch for all he knows or cares.

He catches Hetty rolling her eyes but doesn't call her on it because Sam is smiling at him again, small and kind of wicked like he knows exactly what he's thinking.

Callen shifts minutely in his seat and smirks back.

It doesn't matter that he's across the small office space; Callen can feel Sam pressed up against him, all hot heat and solid muscle. His muscles still feel sore, the kind of sore he gets from a really good workout.

"Mr. Hannah what is your opinion on the matter?" Sam's eyes slide from Callen to Hetty smoothly and he feels the loss immediately. Work is going to be interesting if this keeps up.

"Siphoning funds." Sam states deadpan.

Hetty looks ready to throw up her hands when she starts muttering about juvenile agents with one-track minds but Callen isn't really paying attention.

He's reached up to his neck, playing idly with the collar of his shirt. The collar that just barely covers the large purpled bruise that now resides there. Sam tracks the movement and heat sparks in his dark eyes.

Heat flows through him at the pleased smile that spreads across Sam's face.

This is all new and unexplored and he wants to know what it would feel like to sink his teeth into Sam's collarbone, mark him as Callens too. He shifts again in his seat and he can feel the bruises from where Sam's fingers had dug into Callens hips as an anchor as they ground together in the hall of Sam's apartment, and the shower and bed.

If the look Sam gives him is anything to go by then he's thinking along the same lines. Callen can't wait to get out of there and find out if they're thinking the same thing.

"You guys coming?" They both turn; just noticing that everyone else has cleared out. Kensi stares at them with a raised eyebrow and looking slightly exasperated.

"We'll catch up." Callen tells her. She snorts and walks away not waiting around to see what they have planned.

He turns back to Sam only to find the other agent has crossed the room and is now leaning against Callens desk. He gives him flirtatious smile and stands.

"Impatient to get somewhere?" He asks.

Sam smirks and pauses like he's thinking about it.

"Nope, just wondering if you wanted to have dinner at my place."

Callen nearly chokes because he's not sure he can ever eat on Sam's kitchen table again, not after…well, not after that.

But.

The other option sounds pretty appealing.

"I could eat." Callen grins and Sam grins back and they never actually get to dinner.