An:/ Wow, okay I know this has been the longest time between updates ever and I do apologise! I have been suffering from some major health problems, I recently moved for University and I had my O week and it's just been super stressful! So I thank those who are continuing to read this story, those who review, subscribe, alert etc, I appreciate it :) I have chapters to continue after this one as an epilogue type ending to the series that includes the celebrations and other fun stuff, but there is also a point in this chapter for those who don't want to read the extra team bonding chapters and would like to finish the series now (if that's you look for the double break, but keep in mind it isn't a 'complete' ending) but otherwise keep an eye out for more updates!
Again thanks for sticking with me over the past 6+ months!
Please enjoy!
Lottie!

With Hetty's small announcement fresh in their minds, the team made their way to the respective team showers; Kensi and Deeks somewhat slower than the dejected Sam and Callen, their celebrations continuing on after Hetty's behind the separated group, Nell and Eric watched the small interactions the partnerships shared, from Sam and Callen's knowing looks as they glanced at the sniggering Kensi and Deeks, to the tender touches and wandering hands of the Densi partnership, that were now reaching a whole new level after their performance in the pool.

It hadn't been easy at first to get the team moving with all the attention they were receiving, but once Nate had reassured them that he would be meeting them back in the sanctuary of the Operations Centre, they had been much more compliant in following their doting trainer's instructions and had fallen into place. Approaching the separated doors to the locker rooms, Nell didn't miss the small smile that appeared on Kensi's lips as Deeks moved his hand down to the small of her back, using it to enthusiastically guide her towards the woman's locker room, a ghosting smile tugging at his own lips.

"Let's try be out of here in less than twenty minutes," Callen commented, sending Kensi and Deeks a pointed look.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Kensi shot back, her eyes narrowing at the senior pair.

"No victory celebrations in the showers," Callen insinuated, raising a cocky eyebrow as a smirk formed on his features.

"Excuse me?" Kensi scoffed both in shock and disgust at Callen's innuendo.

"We will try to keep them to a minimum," Deeks added, winking at Sam and Callen as he nudged his fiery partner towards the threshold of the door.

"What?" Sam demanded, his hands on his hips and his tone disapproving, as his big brother act took over completely.

"What?" Deeks repeated innocently, pretending that nothing had been said between the pair, as he took another step closer to the unyielding Kensi.

"We're just going to keep going to Ops," Nell announced, tugging Eric by the soaked towel that was still wrapped around his exposed shoulders, wanting to avoid the impending conversation between the team.

"But what about my…" Eric started hesitantly, indicating to his sodden shirt that hung perilously in his hand, water pooling below it.

"I've got you covered Eric," Deeks grinned reassuringly, as he stepped around Kensi, who was trailing him suspiciously with her eyes, before disappearing into the Densi team locker room.

"Should I be concerned?" Eric asked sheepishly, looking to Sam and Callen who were just as curious about Deeks' actions as he was. Reappearing in the lobby preventing any response from Sam or Callen with a deliberate glare, Deeks tossed Eric a fresh towel, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

"Thanks man," Eric smiled appreciatively, as he untangled the soft white material, taking caution not to let it touch the pool of water at his feet.

"Careful, I threw something extra in," Deeks cautioned from his place behind Kensi where his hand was now resting on the small of her back again, his thumb ghosting over the material of her swimsuit, drawing tentative circles. As if on cue, the hidden red garment began to slip out of the towel, dropping towards the puddle at Eric's feet. Grabbing a hold of the falling material, Eric's brow furrowed in confusion as he inspected it curiously as the team watched on, knowing that Deeks had something planned for the tech operator.

"What is…?" Eric started; running the material through his fingers as he tried to establish what is was he was holding in his hands.

"Something dry to change into," Deeks sneered, enjoying the private joke he was not sharing with the team. Holding up the pair of red shorts for the team to see, Eric raised an inquisitive eyebrow as he inspected the shorts scrutinisingly.

"Ah…is there a shirt to match?" Eric asked hesitantly, shuffling awkwardly on the spot, tucking the fresh towel under his arm, his gaze falling on Deeks expectantly.

"Well there was…" Deeks started, looking to Kensi with a wicked grin, "But Kensi here decided she needed it several days ago and well I haven't seen it since," Deeks announced to the team matter-of-factly. Narrowing her eyes at her partner, Kensi took a step forward causing Deeks' hand to fall away as she jabbed him harshly in the ribs.

"Shorts are fine," Nell chirped, cutting off any further questions from Eric or comments from Deeks, earning herself a questioning look from the team.

"We need to get moving, Hetty will be waiting for us," Nell hurriedly explained, trying to fight the red blush forming in her cheeks under the scrutinizing gaze of the team, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Nell's right, we best not keep Hetty waiting," Callen reiterated, his eyes meeting the shorter woman's across the room in a silent exchange of thanks. Nodding his head, Sam waved a casual hand to the group before pushing through the change room door, Callen snapping at his heels, the pair eager to be out of their swimsuits and the aquatics centre. Watching as Nell and Eric scurried away, their banter returning easily now they were no longer under the merciless gaze of the team, Deeks turned to Kensi, a smile playing on his lips as he moved his hand to the small of her back once again, prompting her towards the change room door with some force.

"You know Kens, if we shower together we can save water," Deeks grinned cheekily, waggling his eyebrows suggestively as Kensi glanced over her shoulder to glare at her partner.

"Keep dreaming Deeks," Kensi snorted in response, patting Deeks playfully on his exposed chest, as she began to walk down the small hallway to the open changing area.

"Oh you know I will," Deeks teased dangerously, his guiding hand nudging Kensi along the hall way hurriedly, back towards showers he had all so skilfully changed in earlier that day, concealing the knowing grin that was forming on his features.

Manoeuvring through the deserted parking lot, Nell and Eric hastily hit the road without a second thought, their excitement bubbling over from the day's events and the footage they had been able to collect.

"So my place or yours tonight?" Eric asked awkwardly, playing with the hem of Deeks' shorts as he tried to appear casual in his questioning.

"You have all the equipment and software, so your place would be easier." Nell shrugged, watching Eric squirm out the corner of her eye. Earlier as the eager pair had exited the aquatics centre Nell had happily returned the soaking wet towels that Eric had wrapped around his shoulders, eliciting a childlike protest from the tech operator, for he had been left in the lone pair of shorts Deeks had provided for him. This little 'stunt' by Nell was the reason why Eric was now half-heartedly sulking in the passenger seat of Nell's car, bare chested and red cheeked every time he caught Nell sneaking a glance in his direction.

"Okay," Eric answered nonchalantly, trying to cover his growing discomfort at Nell's not-so-subtle wandering eyes.

"But we will have to stop by my apartment to pick up a few things after we leave Ops; I have a feeling we are going to be pulling an all-nighter," Nell announced, turning to gauge Eric's reaction, as she carefully manoeuvred her car through the busy peak hour traffic.

"We will need to stop for some supplies too," Eric informed, moving nervously in his seat as Nell openly admired his surprisingly chiselled chest, with an appreciative smile. Meeting Nell's eye across the car, Eric raised an inquisitive eyebrow at her, as though challenging her to continue with her shameless eye wanderings.

"Is there something I can get you?" Eric bravely asked after a moment's silence, as they came to stand still in the traffic, the radio humming away in the background.

"Nope," Nell smiled smugly, popping the syllable as she strummed her fingers against the steering wheel impatiently.

"Are you sure?" Eric queried, his confidence slowly building again as he realised he could easily twist the situation in his favour.

"Positive," Nell answered reassuringly, before adverting her eyes back to the road in front of her, causing a lopsided grin to spilt on Eric's features.

"Nell…" Eric started teasingly, subconsciously puffing his chest out as he sat up straighter in his chair.

"How did today's footage turn out?" Nell asked hurriedly, blatantly changing the conversation, much to the amusement of Eric.

"I haven't watched Kensi and Deeks footage yet, but Sam and Callen's came up perfect," Eric informed, happily going along with the new topic of conversation.

"Their routine was amazing," Nell gushed, turning to Eric expectantly as if waiting for him to confirm her words.

"The new music certainly added something to their routine," Eric agreed as he began searching for his tablet in the mess of belongings at his feet.

"Where did you find those costumes on such short notice?" Eric asked, as he sat back up in his seat, his precious tablet now in his hands.

"Hetty," Nell stated simply, her words needing no further explanation as Eric nodded his head in recognition, thinking to himself that he should have known better.

"Well they made Sam and Callen looked as though they had just stepped out of the Savannah," Eric admired, as he brought up the video files of the event on his tablet.

"That was the intended plan," Nell confirmed, glancing at the tablet screen out of the corner of her eye, altering between the traffic and the tablet as the video continued to play on the screen.

"For special agents they really know how to make synchronized swimming look easy," Eric commented offhandedly as the music in the video began to climax.

"Pull up Kensi and Deeks' performance, let's see how that footage turned out," Nell requested, as Sam and Callen's performance finished on the screen, their improvised lift drawing a gasp from the awe struck crowd. Nodding his head, Eric complied with Nell's wishes, sifting through the countless files to find the unseen Densi footage, before enlarging it on the tablets screen. Moments later the car was filled with the cheers of the enthusiastic crowd, followed suddenly by the melody from Titanic that Pasternak had chosen for Kensi and Deeks' romantic routine.

"They really pulled out all the stops for this routine," Nell admitted, watching as Kensi and Deeks seduced one another in the water, their movements elegant and enticing.

"Pasternak asked them to make it believable, she didn't care what they did, but she said they had to believe it too." Eric informed, impressed with the clear clarity of the footage, similar to that of Sam and Callen's.

"It was more than believable." Nell commented, as Kensi and Deeks moved into their final lift.

"This move was improvised," Eric boasted proudly, pointing to the screen as Deeks half caught Kensi in the air. Nell snuck at peak at where Eric was pointing, again focused on the traffic that was slowly beginning to pick up some pace, and caught the final moments of the routine and the passionate kiss that seemingly captured Kensi and Deeks the Op-Lypmic title.

"How about that?" Nell started, looking to Eric with a wicked grin and mischievous glint in her eye. "Was that improvised too?"

"How would I know?" Eric shot back quickly, his eyes narrowing defensively.

"I know you've been watching the feed from their training pool, and well, I just assumed you'd know. So, was it apart of the routine or not?" Nell continued, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"I didn't really watch that much, I honestly can't say if it was or not. So who do you think will win the individual medal, my money is on Kensi, who do you think?" Eric hurriedly responded, stumbling over his words as he quickly tried to change the subject off the soon to be heavily discussed Densi kiss.

"Eric," Nell deadpanned, fixing him with a steely gaze, letting him know that she wasn't believing a word he was saying.

"Anyone ever tell you, you look like Hetty when you do that?" Eric mumbled nervously, as he shrunk under Nell's unwavering gaze, the red blush returning to his cheeks and his newfound confidence dissipating.

"Eric," Nell repeated in a sing song voice, continuing to coax the information out of her partner.

"Fine, it wasn't part of the original scripted choreography, it was all improvised on the spot, and I don't think they were even supposed to finish like that. There I said it, the kiss was all Kensi and Deeks," Eric announced hurriedly, sighing heavily as though a great weight had just been lifted of his chest.

Looking to Nell, who was now focusing on the road again, it wasn't hard for Eric to miss her wide grin and bright eyes, which were alight with a childlike with glee, as though she had just been told the most exciting news imaginable. After watching the spectacular and lustful routine, Nell had suspected that the ending kiss had not been a part of Pasternak's grand design but rather added by the love struck Kensi and Deeks, their sexual tension and longing glances unmistakable in the swimming pool. Now hearing Eric's confirming words, Nell couldn't help but smile at the fact the kiss was in fact unscripted and purely fuelled by the mutual attraction Kensi and Deeks shared.

"Nell?" Eric questioned hesitantly, unsure what to make of his partners current change in demeanour.

"Yeah?" Nell beamed wickedly.

"You can't say anything to Kensi and Deeks," Eric pleaded, leaning forward slightly in his seat. "Or Sam and Callen," Nell didn't answer immediately, her mind still coming to grips with the idea and failing to process the new information that Eric was providing.

"Nell?" Eric tried again, his tone desperate and pleading, as his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Sorry what did you say?" Nell asked innocently.

"No one can know what I told you," Eric repeated, placing his hand on her knee as if to emphasise how serious his words were. Trailing the length of Eric's arm with her eyes, Nell observed how it rested on her exposed knee without a second thought.

"Don't worry Eric," Nell began, looking up to meet his eyes with a sweet smile, "Yours and Densi's secret is safe with me,"

Moving through into the change area, Deeks sighed reluctantly to himself as he was forced to remove his hand from the small of Kensi's back, as she stepped out of his reach to organise her belongings and to grab a fresh towel.

"You coming Sparky?" Kensi prompted as she threw the towel over her shoulder, swaying her hips in the process, causing Deeks to snap out of his personal ravine where there was only one thing on his mind, Kensi.

"Wha?" Deeks mumbled trying to regain his bearings after his misguided zone out, his eyes meeting Kensi's mischievously.

"The showers," Kensi announced, pointing over his shoulder to the entrance of the showers.

"Oh right, lead the way Princess," Deeks grinned smugly, gesturing for Kensi to take the lead. Kensi eyed Deeks suspiciously, a playful glint in her eye, before she took several steps ahead of her partner, knowing very well that his eyes were now trailing the curve of her behind.

"Deeks," Kensi beckoned mockingly, regaining his attention as she sashayed behind the divider. Watching as his cocky partner disappeared behind the dividing wall, Deeks waited with his hands on his hips and a smug grin on his lips for the unmistakeable sounds of protest from his partner when she discovered the small secret he had been hiding.

"Deeks!" Kensi called her tone no longer playful and suggestive but instead hostile.

"Kensi?" Deeks called back innocently, as he took several steps towards the divider, knowing that his partner would surely be waiting for him there.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" Kensi asked sarcastically, gesturing towards the showers that were situated at the end of the cramped hallway.

"Oh that, right communal showers," Deeks grinned lecherously, as he stepped out of Kensi's reach, knowing that there would be some physical repercussion for his actions. Despite the blatant protest, Deeks knew that Kensi wasn't really upset about having to share a shower with him; it had been the same when the first had shared a bed, but this was Kensi and she was never one to openly admit something the first time around.

"Didn't think to share this earlier?" Kensi half-heartedly scolded, as Deeks began to walk towards the white tiled wall of shower heads.

"Must have slipped my mind," Deeks grinned, winking at Kensi over his shoulder.

"Well then, you can wait until I am finished," Kensi protested, crossing her arms firmly against her chest.

"It's okay I don't mind sharing," Deeks teased, turning the taps of one of the shower, making it clear he wasn't about to leave.

"Deeks," Kensi tried, but the small smile on her lips giving her away.

"C'mon Kens, the quicker you get in here, the quicker we can go celebrate our victory," Deeks reminded, tugging the towel away from Kensi to place on one of the provided hooks.

"Deeks…" Kensi groaned, trying to resist her partner's advances to get her under the hot spray.

"You shower, I shower remember?" Deeks teased with an lopsided grin, stepping behind Kensi with his hands on her hips.

"No Deeks no, I couldn't possibly Deeks," Kensi mocked, barely resisting against Deeks as he nudged her under the spray of the shower head. Impressed with his efforts, Deeks released his hold on Kensi's hips and took a step back, moving out from under the showerhead Kensi was beneath and under the one he had turned on originally for himself, relishing in the warmth on the water and the content smile on his partners face.

"I knew you couldn't resist me," Deeks teased, snapping at his swimsuit as he lowered it further.

"You're like the plague; you don't have a choice," Kensi shot back playfully, scrunching her nose up jokingly.

"Did you just compare me to a deadly disease?" Deeks chided, feigning hurt.

"I think I just did." Kensi grinned innocently, patting Deeks on the stomach. "Now hurry up or Sam and Callen will be breaking down the door,"

"So who do you think has claimed the individual medal?" Sam called over the roar of the showers, the steam thickly choking in the air.

"It would have to be pretty close if Hetty is keeping it under wraps," Callen mused, washing his face intently trying to remove as much stage make up as possible.

"Hetty always plays it close to the chest, its nothing new," Sam commented, pealing his swimsuit down further, allowing the water to cascade over his aching muscles.

"Deeks would have to be out of the running, he missed the entire first day," Callen reminded, looking to Sam knowingly, as if to remind his partner of what had transpired the first day of competition.

"I am never going to live that down am I?" Sam complained, as he began to wash his face.

"I'm sure Kensi and Deeks will remind you whenever they need something from you," Callen teased.

"I think Team Densi will be too busy celebrating for the next two months to even remember Deeks was knocked out on day one of the competition," Sam mocked, trying to wipe the copious amounts of eyeliner out of his eyes.

"Don't rub that, Nell left us some wipe things to use for our eyes," Callen admonished, swatting at Sam's hands as he continued to rub at the make-up in his eyes.

"You really think they will celebrate for two months? That's pushing it even for Kensi and Deeks," Callen queried, screwing his nose up at the idea of Kensi and Deeks' continuous taunting.

"I can guarantee it, I bet they are probably celebrating in the showers right now," Sam confidently informed, as he shut off the water.

"Celebrating how?" Callen teased, knowing what Sam was insinuating but not wanting to actually voice about the younger pair. Glaring indignantly at Callen, Sam grabbed his towel off the hook from the opposite wall and carefully dried his face, taking care not to smudge his eyes any further.

"They deserved it y'know," Sam started, turning to Callen after several moments silence between the pair, their thoughts racing with various scenarios with how the award ceremony could play out.

"Who?" Callen asked, shocked by Sam's sudden words.

"Kensi and Deeks, they deserved to win. They really are great partners." Sam admitted sincerely, his eyes meeting Callen's as he shut the water off to his shower.

"They've come a long way, I think today showed that," Callen agreed, stepping off the wet tiles. "But let's not forget so have we,"

"How so?" Sam challenged, eyeing his partner curiously, wanting to hear the explanation Callen was going beginning to form.

"Three years ago – nobody – not even Hetty would have been able to get us in a set of tights to dance in a swimming pool; and well look at us now, we're almost Olympic standard." Callen teased, clapping Sam on the shoulder as he collected his towel.

"Well one of us is," Sam taunted, rubbing the water off the shoulder Callen had just had a clasp on.

"Well we will soon find that out, now won't we Sam," Callen shot back, a smug grin plastered on his face as he began to stroll back to the changing area to prepare for the official Op-Lympic ceremonies.

Running his wrinkled fingers through his hair, Deeks felt the heated Knox begin to melt away under the hot steamy water, the hardened goop now soft once again and much less resistant to Deeks' touch. The problem now was that as the Knox fell away, the mess of blond curls were unleashed, creating a 'finger in the power socket' effect on Deeks' unruly hair and quite some amusement for Kensi.

"Ah Deeks, the Bride of Frankenstein called and she wants her hair back," Kensi teased, reaching up to play with the wayward tuffs of hair that were sticking out behind his left ear. Deeks instinctively ran his hand through his hair, trying to flatten the craze of curls, but did nothing to benefit his cause, but rather made the matter worse.

"Maybe we should have Hetty give you a haircut when we are finished," Kensi continued to tease, nudging Deeks with her hip as she began the tedious task of removing the various pins from her own hair.

"And come out looking like Sam or Callen, no thank you." Deeks pouted, as he ran his hands through his full head of hair again, as if to check it was still there. Chuckling to herself, Kensi rolled her eyes at her melodramatic partner, as she tossed the incessant pins in his general direction, her grin growing wider as they continually connected with his chest.

"Do you need some help there?" Deeks taunted, taking a step towards Kensi, a smug smile playing at his lips.

"No," Kensi shot back defiantly, as she struggled to untangle her pony tail from the tight bun Nell had placed it in.

"Turn around," Deeks offered, signalling with his finger for Kensi to turn around so he would have better access to her hair.

"I've got it Deeks," Kensi assured, as she pulled out several more pins from the secured bun for emphasis.

Holding his hands up in defeat, Deeks took a tentative step back, his eyes never leaving Kensi's as he watched her defiantly grab at her hair, pulling at it with excessive force as she tried to break the pony tail free from the strong hold Nell had placed it in. Smiling smugly to himself as he ran his hands over his face, wiping the running water out of his eyes, Deeks waited patiently for his stubborn partner to give into his to his request, knowing that it was only a matter of time before she finally relented.

"What?" Kensi asked suspiciously, noticing the smug smile playing on Deeks lips.

"Nothing," Deeks lied, placing his hands on his hips as he began to trail the curve of Kensi's body with his eyes. Rolling her eyes at Deeks' not so subtle wandering gaze, Kensi halted her actions and let her hands fall away to her sides, an unimpressed sigh escaping through her lips.

"A problem partner?" Deeks teased, as Kensi crossed her arms defensively against her chest.

"Don't make me say it," Kensi mumbled half-heartedly, her eyes barely meeting Deeks, as though she were a child fresh from a scolding, causing the grin on Deeks features to grow even wider.

"Turn around,"

Following Deeks' simple instructions, Kensi reluctantly turned around under the spray of water with a faux defeated sigh. Taking the opportunity to appreciate Kensi's body without her knowledge, Deeks allowed his gaze to wander as he stepped in behind her, his hands teasing her shoulders as they made their way on their intended path to her hair.

Letting out a nervous breath he did not realise he had been holding, Deeks began to remove the few pins that were remaining, whilst his other hand began to softly massage the melting Knox from Kensi's scalp. Releasing the final pin with a flick, Kensi's long pony tail tumbled down her back as the Knox continued to disappear with the hot water that cascaded over it, triggering Deeks to run his fingers through the silky curls helping to massage away any remnants of the clear goop. Deeks knew that now was the time to stop before things further escalated, but the part of the brain that controlled his common sense appeared to have abandoned him, so he continued with his ministrations, reaching forward to release the thick hair ties that held the pony tails in place, allowing for Kensi's flow of curls to settle around her shoulders and for his massaging hands to gain further, more intimate access.

With both Deeks' magical hands now working their way through her hair, massaging the little amounts of remaining Knox out, Kensi felt herself moving back into Deeks' touch her body instinctively pressing up against his, her spine flushed against his chest, her eyes fluttering closed from both relaxation and desire caused by the simple hand movements, as a small moan dared to escape past her lips. Hearing the almost inaudible moan slip past Kensi's lips, triggered a smug smirk to spilt on Deeks' features as he continued with his now unnecessary head massage, applying differing pressure across her scalp, doing so only now to further tease his partner.

"Deeks," Kensi groaned, internally scolding herself for giving into him in the first place and for now allowing herself to become putty in his hands as he simply massaged her scalp with what appeared to be magic fingers. Laughing to himself at Kensi's pathetic protest to his actions, Deeks slowly began to move his hands out of her mess of wet curls, moving them down her delicate neck to her shoulders, continuing with his relaxing massage that was still eliciting soft moans and sighs of relief from Kensi whenever he found a soft spot.

Feeling confident with himself as Kensi tried to push herself closer into him yet again, Deeks teased his fingers across Kensi's shoulders, barely touching the exposed skin as he moved her long hair to the side. He could feel the way her body tensed with curiosity at his actions but it didn't deter him from his intended task. Slipping his fingers underneath the singular strap of her swimsuit, Deeks began to rub circles on the now exposed skin, his hands working as perfect mirrors of one another, as he slowly began to slide his hands down the length on her soft arms, taking the sleeve of the swimsuit with him.

Concentrating purely on the pressure Deeks' hands were creating and the sensations they were causing, it was a moment before Kensi realised what it was Deeks was doing with her swimsuit and where his mind was headed. Barely opening her eyes, her mind still in a haze from the overwhelming sensations from the massage, Kensi turned her head to the side glancing over her shoulder at her bold partner, hoping to see what it was that was fuelling these brave actions.

Sensing Kensi's hesitancy, Deeks stilled his actions and looked up to find her heavy brown eyes watching him, a curious wander in her eye as she observed him intently, his thumbs continuing to trace small patterns on her upper arms. Looking into Deeks' eyes, her brown eyes meeting his bright blue, Kensi could see the desire that she had seen in them earlier that day during their routine, the same desire she had seen moments before Deeks had kissed her in the pool, it was pure and raw and something she had never seen in a person before.

Biting her lip, almost seductively, she could feel her eyes flicker to his lips and then back to his eyes once again, her own eyes now glistening with want and desire, practically inviting him to kiss her again like he had done so in the the small flicker of acceptance in Kensi's eyes, Deeks couldn't control the small groan that formed at the base of this throat as he turned Kensi around and backed her up against the wet tiled wall, his eyes never leaving hers. Pushing his body flush against hers, as Kensi eagerly returned the sentiment; Deeks searched Kensi's eyes for any last doubts as he slowly but surely began to close the small gap between them, his hand on her cheek.

"Tweedledee and Tweedledum, times up!" Callen yelled, as he burst through the change room door, a disgruntled Sam trailing behind him.

"I bet they're still in the showers," Sam announced loudly ensuring that Kensi and Deeks could hear, as Callen moved through the change room where the duo were nowhere to be found.

At the sounds of Sam and Callen's voices in the female locker room, Deeks instantly stilled his movements, his hand falling from Kensi's face to rest on her hip, their bodies frozen with shock. Still biting her bottom lip, Kensi's eyes grew wide as she listened for Sam and Callen's movements, her eyes watching Deeks as he did the same, his hands still holding her hips in place against the wall, only inches between them.

"Kens…" Deeks whispered, as he rested his forehead against hers, clearly unfazed by the senior agents on the other side of the divider.

"Shh," Kensi mumbled in return, her hands coming up to rest on his exposed chest.

"Special Agent Blye? Detective Deeks?" Callen tried again in sing-song voice, looking to Sam with a knowing smile as he nodded towards the showers where the running water could be heard.

"They better not be 'celebrating'," Sam grumbled under his breath, as Callen took several tentative steps towards the divider, his curiosity winning over.

"Gentleman what brings you into the winning locker room?" Deeks questioned as he stepped around the divider, a fresh towel wrapped around his waist and water still dripping from his hair.

"We were just checking you and Kensi were ready to head back to Ops," Sam offered, looking Deeks over suspiciously, knowing there was something he was hiding behind his confident smirk.

"While showering does take longer for those with hair," Deeks started, running his fingers through his hair as he smirked lecherously, "We will be ready and out of here in no less than five minutes," Deeks assured, offering Sam and Callen one of his most winning smiles.

"Five minutes? Really?" Callen repeated sceptically.

"Yes five minutes," Kensi confirmed, rounding the divider with a scowl, her hair slick to her face as it dripped down her body and her hands pulled tightly to her chest for warmth. Scowling somewhat at Deeks for taking her towel, Kensi hurried past the three confused men to the other side of the change room to retrieve a fresh towel, leaving them all gawking in her wake.

"See gentleman five minutes," Deeks mimicked after a moments silence, his thoughts taken back to their time in the shower, causing his grip to tighten on the towel around his waist.

"Alright," Callen started, eyeing the pair doubtfully, as Kensi continued to glare at Deeks with a resolve Callen hadn't seen before. "We will see you at Ops then,"

"See you at Ops," Deeks agreed enthusiastically, fighting the urge to look at Kensi who he could feel was watching him, her eyes boring into his being.

"Deeks behave yourself." Sam warned the threat clear in his tone as he gave the pair one last scrutinizing glare, his gaze landing on Kensi empathetically.

Watching as Sam and Callen turned on the spot and headed for the exit, Kensi and Deeks exchanged a relieved yet nervous smile across the room; relieved to have gotten out of their compromising situation without being caught, but now nervous to face its somewhat awkward consequences that neither had expected to face that day.

"Well…" Kensi offered softly, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she ravished Deeks exposed flesh with her eyes.

"We best get moving," Deeks finished cockily, with a lopsided grin as he dropped his towel, revealing his still somewhat intact swimsuit. "We have a trophy to collect,"

Strolling casually through the surprisingly busy halls of Ops, it was obvious that word gotten back on who had succeed in claiming the inaugural Op-Lympic title, with the hushed whispers and the sympathetic looks it was as though Sam and Callen had been caught making out under the football bleachers. Rounding the corner into the bullpen, Callen and Sam found the patient trio of Nate, Eric and Nell waiting from them in the back lounge, their upbeat voices filtering through the office noises and the general hustle and bustle of the courtyard.

"And that is why you don't try to train a goat to use a spoon whilst intoxicated with a CIA agent." Nate finished hurriedly at the sight of Sam and Callen, causing Nell to look over her shoulder to see why Nate had finished his story so suddenly.

"I hope you are keeping it PG, Hansel and Gretel will have nightmares Dr Getz," Callen teased, as he sat in the vacant arm chair under the arch way, a cheeky grin on his face, whilst Sam took a seat on the couch with Nate.

"I checked with Hetty first, you don't have to worry G," Nate joked, earning himself an indignant glare from Nell as she pursed her lips a thin line.

"Where are Kensi and Deeks?" Eric piped up curiously, searching the area for any signs of the victorious pair. At the mention of Kensi and Deeks, Sam and Callen shared an amused look, a telling smile creeping on their lips as they decided that to reveal all wouldn't be to shocking after the day's events.

"I'll take a guess that they are still making out in the showers," Callen informed plainly, shrugging his shoulders as though it was nothing new.

"Excuse me?" Nell asked immediately, her demeanour changing instantly as she sat forward in her chair, her eyebrows raised in shock.

"We caught them making out like teenagers in the showers," Callen further explained, looking to Sam for confirmation.

"You saw it with your own two eyes?" Eric asked his tone sceptical as he looked between the smug pair.

"No, but we didn't need to Eric," Sam assured, crossing his arms tightly against his chest.

"Speculating on an inter-office relationship such as Kensi and Deeks never ends well," Nate commented, his eyes flickering to Nell for the briefest moment, causing her blush a deep shade of red.

"Why else would they be late?" Callen offered his hands clasped in his lap leisurely.

"It's Kensi and Deeks, they have been late to nearly every event this week," Eric defended, jumping to the aid of his team mates.

"They could be stuck in traffic," Nate tried, knowing his excuse was pathetic but it was something other than the alternative.

"Getting the Knox out of their hair would have taken longer," Nell reminded, deciding to supply an alternative also.

"Or they were…" Sam started.

"Or they were what Sam?" Deeks cut off, as he and Kensi entered the lounge area from the back courtyard, their hair still wet from the showers.

"I don't know Deeks, what were they doing?" Sam asked, spinning the conversation back on Kensi and Deeks, who had made themselves comfortable on vacant end of the couch; with Deeks sitting on the arm rest whilst Kensi sat on the cushions.

"Getting donuts, Kenosceros here needed her sugar hit," Deeks informed, nudging Kensi with his knee.

"I thought everyone would appreciate something to eat after a long day," Kensi corrected, throwing a bag of donuts on the coffee table before pinching Deeks
in the ribs for his jibe about her eating habits and the use of his ridiculous nickname.

"Thanks guys," Nell chirped, as she eagerly grabbed for the bag and retrieved herself and Eric a donut each.

"I see you found yourself some big boy pants Eric," Kensi teased, taking in Eric's fresh appearance, of sweatpants and a white t-shirt with a printed cat on the front.

"In my to-go bag," Eric grinned, shrugging his shoulders as he took a bite of his donut.

"That is what you'd wear in an emergency?" Sam asked, scrutinizing Eric's appearance with a shake of his head, amused by the cat t-shirt.

"I have several other shirts," Eric assured, furrowing his brow in confusion at the small interrogation.

"Just don't let Granger see it," Deeks commented, as he offered everyone the donut bag, reminding Eric of Granger's constant dislike for his abstract wardrobe.

"How about a toast," Nate started jokingly, raising his half eaten donut into the air, triggering a smile on all teams faces.

"To team Densi for their Op-Lympic win, to which ever agent or detective has taken the individual title and to all of you for doing it as a team," Nate beamed, raising his donut further into the air.

"To making it count," Deeks called, mimicking Nate's actions.

"To making it count," Kensi repeated a wide grin on her face, as the rest of the team joined in on the ridiculous toast, their donuts smashing together above the coffee table, the mood relaxed and carefree, as they all settled back into casual conversations about the impending celebrations, whilst awaiting the arrival of Hetty.

"Congratulations Densi," Nate offered again, shaking hands with Deeks enthusiastically. "You're performance in the pool today was nothing short of spectacular, you couldn't replicate that emotion." Nate commented, observing the way the pair sat closely next to one another, Deeks hand subtly resting on the back of Kensi's shoulder.

"Thanks Nate," Kensi smiled, patting him on the knee enthusiastically.

"You've really grown as partner's since the last evaluation Hetty had me do; that was more than obvious in your performance," Nate informed, his eyes flickering between the pair, gauging their reactions hoping to capture any recognition from his words.

"Evaluation?"

"What Evaluation?" Kensi and Deeks asked in unison exchanging a confused look, before turning back to Nate expectantly, waiting for an explanation for his words.

"I've already said too much," Nate started hesitantly, realising that the evaluation he had done for Hetty had not been shared with the partners but rather kept for Hetty's personal use.

"That you have Dr Getz,"

Appearing under the empty archway behind the surprised Eric, Hetty looked sternly at Nate before turning back to the curious group that were now watching Hetty expectantly.

"I see that we all made it back without any troubles," Hetty observed, notably changing the topic of conversation before any questions could be asked by Kensi or Deeks about their undisclosed partnership evaluation.

"We will still have to go back for some equipment later, but everyone managed to get here," Nell replied ambiguously, glancing hesitantly around the group for confirmation.

"Please be sure that all the surveillance equipment is returned promptly Miss Jones, Agent Isaacs team will be needing it for tomorrow's operation." Hetty announced, her gaze falling on Eric and his whimsical shirt, causing her to miss the small exchange between Nell and Sam.

"I want any footage you have Nell," Sam whispered, leaning forward in his chair trying to intimidate the smaller woman.

"What footage?" Nell smirked, turning her attention back to Hetty as she began to speak yet again, eliciting an impressed smile from Callen.

"G?" Sam tried, looking to Callen for support on the situation.

"What footage?" Callen mimicked, smiling at Nell who glanced back at Callen at his words, thankful for the support.

"Why, that is quite a shirt Mr Beale," Hetty commented, drawing the team's attention back to Eric's peculiar shirt, as she admired it from afar.

"Thank you Hetty," Eric beamed, ignoring the sniggers of the team as they watched the exchange.

"I once met a man in the haggard streets of India who had made a shirt purely from cat's hair; it was his most prized possession." Hetty informed matter-of-factly, as she patted Eric on the shoulder, her words causing mixed reactions amongst the team.

"But alas that is a story for another time; we have some formal ceremonies to attend." Hetty beamed, tenting her fingers before her, a wide smile meeting her eyes at the anticipation.

"I shall ask you all to move promptly to the gym if you please, it's time for the closing ceremony,"

Upon entering the gym as a cohort, the team's banter and jokes fell silent as they took in their altered surroundings. During their time away from Ops, several changes had been made in the gym to account for the closing ceremony to the Op-Lympics that Hetty had skilfully planned. Across the gym, in front of the rock climbing wall, the podium from the opening ceremony had once again been constructed in a formal manner with several chairs set up before it, all centring around the illustrious Op-Lympic trophy that was sitting firmly on its wooden pillar.

The silver chalice-like cup glimmered in the bright light, the added coloured ribbon hanging motionless from the grand handles and the perfect finish capturing the attention of all those entering the room. On approaching the rows of chairs that Hetty had acquired for the team, the details of the cup became clearer, from the delicate engraving of 'NCIS OPLYMPICS' to the five different coloured badges that represented the original Olympic rings carved below the heading.
To the left of the central podium and the silver cup, sat a small table lined with various medals/badges, all gleaming in the sunlight much like the Op-Lympic trophy, building the anticipation for the small event ceremony further.

"That is going to look so good on my desk," Deeks whispered teasingly to Kensi, nodding to the polished trophy as Hetty, Pasternak, Moldovan and other staff filed on the podium to begin the ceremonies.

"You're desk?" Kensi scoffed, raising a sceptical eyebrow at her partner, as Nate silently watched the small exchange with an impish smile.

"You're right after I win the individual champion accolade you'll need something to make you feel better," Deeks quipped sassily, patting Kensi affectionately on the knee with a smug grin.

"You won't be winning anything if you don't keep it down Lover boy," Sam mocked, glancing over his shoulder at the younger pair with a disapproving glare.

"Thank you Mr Hanna," Hetty commented, as she stepped up to the podium effectively silencing the room with a simple stare.

"Team Sallen, Team Densi," Hetty started, offering an affectionate smile to both the teams before continuing. "When I gathered you together all those days ago, I knew something had to be done about the game of one upmanship you had initiated, for it was – to put it plainly – quite frustrating to endure and so the inaugural Op-Lympic's were formed. Looking back I have watched you all grow over the past two weeks and in this short time you have bonded not only as partners but as a collective team, through some healthy competition and shall I just say 'after hour activities'; which is what Dr Getz and I had hoped to achieve from such undertakings. You all know what I think of your personal and team efforts and you should be commended on your outstanding performance, which is why I shall forgo further discourse and continue with the presentations of the individual and team Op-Lympic medals." Hetty addressed, her hands clasping onto either sides of the lectern, her eyes scanning the small crowd of faces, taking the time to take in the expression on each of her team's face.

"I hope you guys didn't place too much money on yourselves to win, Detective Deeks has this one set in stone," Deeks whispered mockingly, leaning forward in his chair to antagonise Sam and Callen further.

"You're pretty confident that you've got this under your belt Deeks," Callen acknowledged, turning to fix Deeks with a curious gaze.

"Money? There's a betting pool?" Sam whispered, looking to Kensi for more information.

"He's kidding right?" Deeks joked unsure if he was being played by the Navy SEAL or not.

"Who's at the top of the pool now?" Callen asked, narrowing his eyes at Deeks suspiciously.

"From what B1 and B2 tell me," Deeks started, nodding his head at Eric and Nell who were helping Hetty organise the medals in a specific order.

"Yours truly is pegged to take out the number one spot," Deeks grinned triumphantly, his smile reaching his eyes.

"On what basis?" Callen inquired, as Sam scoffed in disbelief.

"Three individual gold medals," Deeks stated simply with a shrug of his shoulders. "You all only have two, its simple math really." Deeks grinned.

"Ah Deeks you do realise its overall performance in all the individual events, no matter your placing?" Kensi reminded hesitantly, unsure if her partner had taken this into account.

"Oh," Deeks mouthed, his cheeky demeanour immediately changing at the new information. Stepping back up to the lectern, allowing sufficient time for Nell and Eric to return to their seats, Hetty glanced over the room once again before she began the formal presentation, again silencing the room with a simple stare.

"The first individual Op-Lympic medal will be presented in the Boxing Category…"

With the individual and team medal ceremonies complete, with each team receiving copious amounts of the gold, silver and bronze medals, which had been charmingly shaped in the style of NCIS badges much likes the engravings on the trophy, the major presentations were due to begin. Deeks had been right in his assumption about the three gold medals he was receiving but was shocked to discover that he had in fact earnt himself much more than only those three medals. At each presentation Hetty had given a short summary of the event for those agents present at the ceremonies who had not witnessed the exciting encounters, drawing amused laughter from the crowd when extra details were added excitedly from the participating team in the crowd, if they didn't appreciate the way Hetty's story telling was going.

Pushing through her cheeky agents interruptions Hetty managed to come to the most anticipated accolade the team had been waiting for, the individual champion. Speculations were now flying amongst the non-participating agents who had been watching the medal ceremonies and were gathering their information and conclusions purely based on the teams individual medal counts, with Deeks still topping the charts as the individual winner.

"I know that you have all been waiting for this announcement," Hetty started looking pointedly at her team, a knowing smile playing on her lips, "Well since I reminded you of its existence. Throughout the week the leader board changed several times for this particular trophy, I myself could not pinpoint which particular athlete was going to be able to capture the title. It at last came down to one individual point to separate the winner from the group, after an unknown tie-breaking event, of individual scoring in the synchronised swimming piece an overall winner was concluded, and I must say this agent or detective truly has earnt themselves this award." Hetty informed, pausing purposefully for dramatic effect as they audience awaited eagerly for the announcement.

"It is my pleasure to announce the first Individual Op-Lympic Champion to be Mr G Callen," Hetty announced proudly, a smile splitting on her features as the room broke into a roar of applause.

"What?" Callen breathed, leaning forward in his chair in disbelief, as Sam and Deeks clapped him hard on opposing shoulders, their excitement emanating into their shocked leader who was yet to process the information.

"Congratulations G," Kensi beamed, standing from her chair to embrace the senior agent who was still wide eyed and unresponsive.

"Thanks," Callen half responded, unsure if he had heard right.

"Great effort G," Nate applauded, from the row behind with a warm smile.

"Thanks…"

"Congratulations Callen, you deserved it," Deeks congratulated shaking Callen's hand, snapping him out of his shock induced ravine.

"Thanks Deeks," Callen grinned, finally realising what had just occurred. Turning to Sam, Callen's smile grew wider when he was met with an enthusiastic man-hug from his excited partner who appeared more thrilled than Callen about the announcement.

"Congrats G," Sam smiled, clapping him on the shoulder again.

"No hard feelings?" Callen teased, rubbing his tender shoulder.

"Nah, someone had to fly the flag for Team Sallen after Team Densi sank our ship on the partnership battlefield," Sam shrugged, still reaming with excitement
for his partner.

"I knew you could do it," Nell called with excitement, finally getting in on the Team Sallen celebrations, half climbing over the row of chairs to embrace Callen.

"Couldn't have done it without you Coach," Callen teased, pretending to pinch Nell on the cheek.

"Callen I think you're meant to accept your trophy now," Eric reminded with an amused grin, pointing to the podium where Hetty was patiently waiting as the team shared their congratulatory celebrations.

Nodding his head at Hetty, Callen moved through the row of chairs and agents to the podium, where Hetty and his new Op-Lympic trophy was waiting for him, all shined up and ready to be placed on the mantel in his living room for the next 'four' years.

"Congratulations Mr Callen," Hetty smiled fondly as she handed the smaller individual trophy to Callen.

"Thank you Hetty," Callen smiled affectionately as he gathered the trophy in his still shaking hands.

"Well done Callen, all that hard work paid off," Moldovan piped in, enthusiastically shaking hands with the senior agents.

"Hard work? Is that what you are calling it?" Callen joked, returning the hearty handshake.

"Would you like to say a few words?" Hetty asked, interrupting the small exchange to nod towards the vacant podium.

"Sure," Callen decided hesitantly, taking several steps towards the lectern. Placing his trophy down on the empty surface, Callen looked out to the sea of faces that were watching him eagerly, particularly the group in front who were beaming proudly at their team leader.

"I can honestly say that between a Navy SEAL, Special Agent Kensi Blye and a LAPD Detective I was not expecting to be the one standing up here today." Callen started, heaving a sigh of relief as laughter filtered through the room.

"But here I am. With this team we have here, I would be lying if I didn't say that this trophy is yours as much as it mine, we all worked together as a team to earn it despite our individual efforts; we worked as a team so we win as a team. Thanks to everyone who was involved in the preparation of the Op-Lympics, those who helped run the events, Mr Moldovan, Ms Pasternak for your training services, Nell and Eric for your coaching efforts amongst many other things, it was all very much appreciated." Callen hurriedly addressed, trying to bring an end to the ceremonies.

"And finally thank you to Hetty for everything you put into this week of competition to sort us out, we as a team appreciate everything you do for us professionally and personally. And may I add you should get your own award for putting with all the Team Densi shenanigans," Callen added, glancing at Kensi and Deeks as he added his final comment, eliciting laughter from the small crowd that crowded at the back of the gym, as they began to applaud Callen once again.

"Thank you Mr Callen," Hetty smiled, taking her place back at the podium as Callen returned to his seat, trophy in hand and cheeky grin on his face.

"We have one final award to present, the Team Op-Lympic champions, which was decided today in a heatedly battled out Synchronized Swimming number. Congratulations to Mr Deeks and Miss Blye, Team Densi." Hetty proclaimed no suspense needed for the announcement, for most of Ops already was aware of the winning partnership. As the room began to applaud once again, Kensi and Deeks hesitantly stood from their chairs with shy smiles, unsure how to respond to the newfound attention. Deciding to ease the awkward tension, Deeks began to mockingly wave to the crowd, winking at the occasional female agent or office worker, much to the annoyance of Kensi.

"You are such a child," Kensi mocked, poking Deeks in the ribs as he signalled for one of the incinerator operators to call him.

"Don't worry Kens, I'll still remember you when I am on a Wheaties box," Deeks teased, glancing over her his shoulder at his unimpressed partner who was trying to hide her smile.

"Keep that up Deeks and you'll end up on the side of a milk carton," Kensi threatened, pushing her partner up the small set of stairs to the podium.

"Congratulations," Hetty offered as she handed the pair the larger Op-Lympic Cup, with a handle for each to hold.

"The engraving will be finished by tomorrow morning," Hetty whispered, indicating to the small line the read 2012 TEAM CHAMPIONS.

"Thanks Hetty," Kensi and Deeks replied in unison as they both inspected the cup, careful not to mark the completed finish.

"I knew you could do it," Pasternak grinned, pulling the pair in for a chaste hug, catching the unsuspecting pair off guard.

"Thank you," Deeks groaned out, struggling to breathe under the tight grip Pasternak had them in.

"A speech?" Hetty prompted, much like she had with Callen, once Pasternak finally released her vice grip.

"No thanks Hetty, I think we will pass on that one, Deeks is already developing a God complex" Kensi deflected kindly, earning an understanding nod from Hetty, as Deeks merely rolled his eyes.

"Very well then, I think it's time to wrap this up," Hetty commented, indicating that Kensi and Deeks were welcome to leave the stage, triggering another round of applause for the pair.

"That brings the ceremonies to an end. Thank you to all those involved and those who have forgone their various piles of paperwork to be here this afternoon," Hetty spoke knowingly.

"It has been a pleasure and I shall see you all in four years' time for the next Op-Lympic Games."

Once the agents and staff had filtered out of the gym space, leaving the team alone once again, their friendly banter returned as usual, the competition and the accolades still fresh in their mind but now a moment in their past. It had been revealed by Hetty that the final individual rankings had all followed a one point margin with Callen taking out the title, followed by Deeks who he had originally been tied with, then Kensi and Sam who had in turn drawn after the final tie-breaker, creating an almost 'I told you so' moment for the proud Detective.

"So it's agreed, tonight we will meet at Quinn's for some celebratory drinks," Deeks reaffirmed, looking the group over one last time to assure he had gotten all the details correct.

"Quinn's 10:00p.m don't be late," Sam confirmed jokingly, taking a jibe at Deeks' continuing tardiness.

"Trust me, this is one thing I am sure Kensi and I won't be late to Twinkle Toes," Deeks reminded, winking at Kensi.

"We better get going than Callen," Sam commented, checking his watch again, knowing that Denise and Annie would never forgive them if they were late to the dance recital.

"Have fun at the recital guys and tell Annie to break a leg," Kensi offered, smiling sweetly at the pair as they began to shuffle through the row of chairs.

"I'll be sure to tell her Auntie Kensi says hello," Sam smiled.

"Don't forget about Uncle Deeks," Deeks teased with a lopsided grin.

"Who could forget," Callen taunted, as he exited the row of chairs.

"See you all later tonight," Sam called, waving to the small group.

"Bye guys," Nell piped up, waving enthusiastically to the pair.

"So what are Sherlock and Watson up to this evening before the big night out?" Deeks asked, turning to Nell and Eric expectantly.

"We…ah… we are working on our project for Hetty," Eric lied, looking to Nell hesitantly.

"It's classified for the moment," Nell added, shrugging her shoulders.

"And you're doing this where?" Deeks questioned, looking to Kensi with a mischievous grin, thinking he had caught the pair out.

"That's also classified Detective Deeks," Nell assured with a sassy smile, knowing what Deeks was implying.

"Of course it is Intelligence Analyst Jones," Deeks quipped in return.

"We actually should be off too if we want to get any of our…project finished before tonight," Eric announced, pointing to the exit with his thumb.

"Okay, see you guys at Quinn's," Nell smiled, as Eric waved to the group.

"Catchya guys," Deeks grinned, watching as the pair scampered off.

"What about you Nate? You up for a pre-drinking catch up session?" Kensi asked, turning to the larger man who had been silently watching the group.

"Sorry Kens, I will have to take a raincheck on that one; I have some debriefings to report to Hetty. There is never just a 'social' visit these days," Nate
informed, scratching at his stubble, trying to cover his minor lie from the suspicious pair.

"But Hetty said you were free after the competition," Kensi pouted, crossing her arms against her chest defiantly.

"I will join you at Quinn's with the others at 10:00p.m, don't worry Kensi there will be plenty of time to catch up." Nate assured, pulling the pouting Kensi into a
side hug.

"Fine, I'll see you then," Kensi relented, nudging Nate playfully in the ribs as he released his grip on her.

"Be sure to save me a seat in the booth," Nate laughed as he shook hands with Deeks, before taking off in the direction the others had all left in. Trailing Nate with her eyes until he disappeared under the archway Kensi sighed in disappointment at the lack of time she was able to spend with the Operational Psychologist that she had grown close to over the years. Turning back to the smirking Deeks, Kensi could tell by the look on his face that he had some plan to make up for this notable disappointment.

"Looks like it's just you and me Kid," Deeks teased, throwing his arm over Kensi's shoulders to pull her in closer, slowly leading her towards the gym exit.

"Sure is," Kensi smiled, unable to help herself.

"Well then, let's go find some alcohol to drink out of this cup,"

An:/
This would have to be the strangest timeline on a fanfiction I have ever written, it has take 6+ months to write two weeks worth of events :/ that is why it says 2012 not 2013 on the trophy! Sorry for any mistakes or OOC. Thanks for reading!