G and Rob
As soon as they broke from meeting with Vance over the routes, G went back to the cab of the truck and dug around in his bag until he found a couple packets at the bottom of the duffel. Packets in hand, he went over to find his brother. Things had been weird between them ever since Thanksgiving, though calm enough when they went shopping for the rings for Rob and Kensi's cover stories. It didn't really matter much then. All that mattered to G was that his brother had stayed alive. Kensi and the baby were alive.
"Catch." He faked tossing one of the packets to Rob and then handed it to him with a tired smirk. "MREs. I stocked a few in my bag after we figured out the problem with our metabolism. Taste like crap, but better than the protein bars to get us up and running for a bit longer." G was going on autopilot now, falling into the familiar patterns of the job and pushing the personal shit into a far corner of his mind.