“What are you gonna do about it?” Kensi paced in front of Hetty’s desk, gnawing on her thumb nail, the team anxiously watching her.
“There’s nothing I can do about it, Ms. Blye! This isn’t an NCIS case, Mr. Deeks is LAPD, therefore it is an LAPD case.“
"He was arrested!” She stopped, slamming both palms on her boss’s desk, her hair still unkempt and wild, matching her crazed, bloodshot eyes. “He works for you!"
Hetty shook her head slowly, almost believable anguish showing being her glasses. "There’s nothing we can do."
Shrugging, Kensi stepped back. "Then I’m taking some time off, Deeks is always saying I need to relax."
“I think,” Sam said, stepping up from behind Kensi. "I’ll take some time too, spend it with the family, you know."
"I’ll go with him.” Callen grinned easily. “Michelle kicks his ass when I’m not there to watch his big mouth."
"You can’t honestly-”
“You know.” Eric stepped up nervously. “There are some wicked swells today, I think I’ll go take advantage of that."
"Maybe-” Nell started.
"That won’t be necessary, Ms. Jones.” Granger interrupted, striding up. “I just spoke to Director Vance. Deeks is an NCIS employee, so this our case. Get to work, the waves can wait."