"You keep saying that, I might just get used to it." Not that Sam had any interest in being in charge, now or before. He'd fought his promotions in the fear that they'd take him off the field, and with NCIS, he'd been happy to be the quiet one and let G have the attention, because that meant that they could work together. "I do have a nice ass," he added with a smirk. "You should try more squats; they'd give you more definition."
Sam took a deep breath and then nodded. "Point taken. I'll just keep an eye on both of you, and you make sure that you aren't too far away from me. That will make all of us happy." He raised an eyebrow. "Superman? Hero-worshiping? Are you exaggerating?" he asked, laughing. "He's getting better, G. His head is in the right place when he's not dealing with Savannah."
It took a moment to make the connection to the off hand comment G had made months ago, before laughing. "I forgot that you like your bears to be deadly and tattooed." He rolled around, pulling G with him. "I love you, you crazy man. Only you could get the reference and talk about King Louis in return." He might joke that he was after G's ass, but it was who he was, his intelligence, wealth of knowledge, and personality that were important.
"I would have hated it," he confirmed with a smile, before he shook his head. "They weren't understandable, because I know that you aren't interested in him." He nodded. "It's the job an we do what we have to, but sometimes the job sucks an we deal with it the best we can, and as I said, things change, we'll see what we can do." He grinned back. "What do you think it is?"