Disclaimer: Not my characters, just playing

"So you are saying that you're better at undercover than I am?" Callen smirked.

Kensi reminded herself to say a little prayer tonight that she hadn't missed this conversation between her currently back-peddling partner and their team leader.

"Not all undercover stuff, I mean anything involving foreign languages and stony unreadable expressions, you are definitely the go-to guy. No question about that. I'm referring to special situations that may come up, involving, say the fairer sex." Deeks began as a way to clarify his previous statement.

"He's tired of playing homeless people." Kensi chimed in helpfully.

"True." Deeks nodded at his partner, "But I feel like certain situations require someone of my qualifications."

Kensi raised an eyebrow. "Qualifications? What qualifications would those be?"

"So glad you asked, I'm tall, easy on the eyes, I have a law degree and I'm well, younger." Deeks ticked each point off on his fingers.

"What's going on." Sam turned the corner and leaned against Kensi's desk."

"Well, Deeks just called Callen old and short." Kensi summed up as Deeks eyes widened. "Oh and he thinks he is more of a 'smooth operator' undercover."

"Is that right? You losing your touch with the ladies G?" Sam snorted.

"You know Sam, I'm not getting any younger, I might just be losing my edge." Callen sighed.

"No, I think you still got it, in fact I'd be willing to bet on it."

"Oh, what kind of bet." Kensi chimed in.

"It's not push-ups again is it? If it's push-ups I need like a week or so to prepare, center my Chi, change my diet." Deeks mumbled more to himself.

"I would say a gentleman's bet, but we're dealing with Deeks and G, so just a bet."

"Hey." Callen protested.

Sam held up his hands, "It's Friday and Hetty's already left for her hunting trip. I say we get dressed up and hit a club, whoever ends up with the most numbers at the end of the night wins. Kensi and I will decide the winner and make sure there's no cheating."

"I'm in, Hetty picked up a new dress I've been wanting to wear." Kensi slid off her desk heading toward the wardrobe racks.

Callen stroked his chin, "I like it, but what do I win?"

"Seriously," Deeks protested. "No, no I get it, I'm still the new guy, it's only been 3 years, what possible skills could I have that would be better than the amazing G. Callen."

"Loser writes after action reports for the winner for 4 cases. And no whining about the judges decisions, either of you." Sam ignored Deeks. "Let's go gentleman, I would join you, just to show you what real swagger looks like, but I don't want to completely ruin your confidence. Losing to G is one thing, losing to me, well some people just don't recover."

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