Sam did his work out early in the morning. Now that they had started to work, he was back to a more rigid training. Running in the morning, weights during the day, with a side of target practice, sharp shooting, swimming, crawling, obstacle courses, everything he could think of, including running and training with the snow, which was something that they'd have to do a lot more in New York. The snow and ice on the ground didn't just affect running, but also the way the light reflect on it, affected the shooting. Sam planned to be prepared when the case would involve actually people.
He entered the gym, planning to start his weight work out, but instead he watched Deeks punched the bag like his life depended on it. He had often joked that Deeks was like a kid whose parents had left with them, but even at his worse, this wasn't normal behavior. He waited for a little longer and when Deeks gave no sign of stopping, he walked closer. "Get dressed and let's take a walk," he said in his usual tone, and there was even a smile. Someone else would have taken it as a friendly suggestion, but Deeks knew him enough to know that he really wasn't asking. Then again, Sam didn't think that Deeks wanted to talk in a room filled with people.