For you lovely anon.
tap, tap, tap.
Callen slammed down the top of his laptop and glared across the bullpen. “Deeks, I swear to God…”
Quitting the incessant clacking if his pen on the surface of his desk, Deeks looked at the team leader, clearly embarrassed. “Yeah, sorry man. I’m just a little -”
“Annoying? Obnoxious? Loud?” Callen questioned, ignoring Sam’s amused gaze. “Look, Deeks. It’s doctors appointment, I’m sure Kensi is fine.”