Disclaimer: Don't own NCIS:LA or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Which is really too bad.
Note: This takes place the following week after "Not Really the Sidekick."
"Kickboxing and Knitting"
It was six-thirty-five on Monday morning, and the office was fairly deserted. Kensie breezed through the doors, her eyes quickly adjusting to the relative darkness as she juggled a bag filled with the team's usual breakfast foods.
Usually, especially on Mondays, the only one in the bullpen before her was Sam, but this week, he was nowhere to be seen. She quietly laid out everyone's breakfasts, and just as she sat down to kick up her feet on her desk and enjoy her oversized breakfast burrito, a voice came up behind her.
"So... how long have you been meeting with those ladies?"
She cringed. Of course; she'd been counting on Sam being there. But since he wasn't, it was Callen and his inevitable questions.
"None of your business, G. Enjoy your breakfast." She gestured vaguely toward his desk, hoping her snappy tone would get the message across that this really wasn't the time or place.
"Thanks, Kensie. But seriously, how long have you been..." Callen saw Sam coming in the door, and paused. "...involved in the..."
Kensie quickly swallowed and blurted out "Knitting group" just as Callen decided on "Kickboxing club", and she dearly hoped he'd shut up.
Sam glanced back and forth between them. "We're discussing kickboxing and knitting?"
"Callen followed me Friday night. It's called a stitch & bitch. Bunch of girls get together and knit and decompress."
"Oh, please. Andrew's as gay as Elton John. Seriously, he's more feminine than I am. Other than you, the only one there he'd be remotely interested in is Xander, and he's so not available."
Sam glanced between the two of them, and sat down. "I just hope you know what you're doing, Kensie."
"I never talk about work, or anything current and personal. Just general life stuff and my childhood. And it's helped my work, actually. I've used a lot of things I've picked up from them when I'm out on the streets." Kensie smiled, as she pulled out her phone and started tapping away. "And the girls are very friendly... though Faith takes a bit of getting used to."
Callen nodded. "I got that impression." Just then, his phone chimed, and he pulled it out of his pocket to discover a text message. 'When and where did you meet Xander, anyway?'