#g callen imagines

[rubyarrows]

Comforting Hold

YN's day had been nothing short of a rollercoaster ride. From early morning mishaps to mounting work stress, she felt overwhelmed and emotionally drained. As she stepped into her apartment, she couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh, longing for solace.

Little did she know that her best friend and confidant, Callen, had sensed her distress. He had always been there for her, offering unwavering support and a listening ear. Today was no different.

A knock on the door startled YN, but a smile tugged at her lips when she saw Callen standing there, a playful glimmer in his eyes. "Hey, partner. Mind if I come in?"

YN shook her head, gratitude filling her heart. "Of course, G. Come on in."

As Callen stepped inside, he immediately sensed the heaviness in the air. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around YN, enveloping her in a comforting embrace. She melted into his embrace, feeling the weight of the world slowly lift from her shoulders.

"Rough day?" Callen asked softly, his voice filled with empathy.

YN nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah, it feels like everything is falling apart."

A warm smile graced Callen's face as he pulled away, his eyes meeting hers with unwavering support. "Well, I'm here now. Let's turn this day around, shall we?"

Together, they ventured into the kitchen, Callen's culinary skills coming to the forefront. As he effortlessly prepared a simple yet delicious meal, the aroma filled the air, bringing a sense of comfort and tranquility.

As they sat down to eat, YN couldn't help but marvel at the magic Callen weaved with his cooking. Each bite was a delightful symphony of flavors, a respite from the chaos of the day. They laughed, shared stories, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

After dinner, they settled onto the couch, surrounded by a cozy blanket fort they had built together in their younger days. Callen scrolled through their collection of favorite movies, each one symbolizing a cherished memory.

As the movie played, YN nestled against Callen, her head resting on his shoulder. The familiar warmth of his presence enveloped her, offering a sense of security and peace. They laughed together at the funny parts, and during the intense moments, Callen's reassuring grip on her hand grounded her.

"You're my new pillow," Callen whispered, his voice filled with affection.

YN let out a soft chuckle, her heart swelling with gratitude. "I'm lucky to have you, G. You always know how to make everything feel better."

In that moment, their friendship transcended words. It was a bond forged through shared experiences, trust, and unconditional support. They had weathered countless storms together, and this night was another testament to the depth of their connection.

As the credits rolled on the movie, YN looked up at Callen, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and contentment. "Thank you for being here, G. For always being my safe haven."

Callen smiled, his gaze filled with unwavering loyalty. "Anytime, YNN. We're in this together, through thick and thin."

And as they sat there, wrapped in each other's embrace, they found solace in the simplicity of the moment. In their friendship, they had discovered a sanctuary—a place where troubles melted away, and laughter echoed through the walls.

As the movie reached its end, YN's exhaustion finally caught up with her. The weight of the day's troubles, combined with the comfort of Callen's presence, washed over her like a soothing lullaby. With a contented sigh, she drifted off into a peaceful sleep, her head still resting on Callen's shoulder.

Callen looked down at the sleeping form of his dearest friend, a tender smile gracing his lips. Gently, he maneuvered himself, careful not to disturb her slumber, and with utmost care, he cradled her in his arms.

Silently, he made his way towards her bedroom, the soft glow of the moonlight guiding his steps. It was a sacred moment, a gesture of protection and tenderness that spoke volumes about the depth of their connection.

As Callen laid YN down on her bed, he couldn't help but marvel at her serene beauty. The worries of the day seemed to melt away, replaced by a profound sense of peace. He tucked her in, ensuring she was comfortable, before slipping in beside her.

The warmth of their bodies intertwined, the gentle rise and fall of their breaths in perfect sync. Callen gently wrapped his arms around YN, his touch a comforting anchor in the night. It was a simple act, yet it spoke volumes—a testament to the unbreakable bond they shared.

Throughout the night, Callen held YN close, his presence a shield against the uncertainties of the world. He whispered words of reassurance in her ear, hoping that even in her dreams, she would feel safe and loved.

As the first rays of dawn began to filter through the window, YN stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She found herself nestled in the embrace of Callen, his steady heartbeat echoing in her ear. A gentle smile graced her lips as she realized the extent of his care and devotion.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Callen greeted, his voice filled with affection.

YN's cheeks flushed with a mix of emotions. "Morning, G. Did I fall asleep on you?"

Callen chuckled softly, his grip on her tightening ever so slightly. "Yes, you did. But it's okay. You needed the rest."

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of their shared embrace, YN felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. She was blessed to have a friend like Callen, someone who understood her without words, and who was always there to provide comfort and solace.

As they untangled themselves from their cozy entanglement, YN couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. However, she knew that their bond transcended the physical, and their friendship would continue to grow stronger with each passing day.

With a renewed sense of strength and purpose, YN and Callen faced the day, ready to conquer whatever challenges lay ahead. Their friendship was a source of unwavering support, a constant reminder that they were never alone.

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[chiefdirector]

Bullets and Broken Glass | G Callen | NCIS: Los Angeles

No.26: Curse

Callen knew from a young age that some people were meant to be alone, that some were forever cursed to solitude, that some people did not deserve to be loved. For a long time he thought that he was one of those people.

And then he met her.

Agent (Y/N) (L/N) crashed into his life with a series of bullets and broken glass. She was on an undercover operation, sent in from the NCIS basis in Washington D.C, nobody in the L.A office knew that she was here. Hetty had a field day talking to Vance about her presence and her abrupt gatecrashing of their own operation.

It didn't take long for Callen to know he wanted her on his team; it also didn't take long to convince her Los Angeles wasn't so bad. Despite his reliance on his partnership with Sam, Callen always cherished the days where he ended up with her in the field instead. It took him months to realise that the ease and trust he felt with her was something more than a professional friendship.

He had never truly be in love before, so much so he didn't even clock onto the feeling until he found himself wrecked by another nightmare and he found himself driving to her apartment, craving her presence. He also did not realise that he confessed his love for her at her doorstep not even twenty minutes after.

Callen hadn't expected to have the pieces of his life fall into place shortly after. Everything started to make sense; he did not believe in fate, but even he would acknowledge that something greater was at play to send something so divine to him.

He should've known that it wouldn't have lasted forever.

He lost her the same way he had found her, with bullets and broken glass. Nobody had expected the operation to go wrong, the building was meant to have been abandoned weeks ago; they were just scoping out the place to see if anything valuable had been left behind.

They were right, the building was deserted, but the neighbouring rooftop was not. The glass window next the the staircase gave the sniper a clear and direct view to (Y/N). Nobody noticed the red dot hovering on the back of her head until she crumpled to the ground. She died before she hit the floor.

It took a few moments for Callen to notice that she hadn't dodged the attack. He had assumed she had dove for shelter when the gunshot fired. As soon as he clocked on to what had happened, he rushed to her side, pulling her body into his as if that would bring her back.

The crunching of the glass around him caused him to lift his head away from her. Sam, Kensi, and Deeks all stood there, looks of pity on their faces. Callen looked down at her again, not letting himself believe what had happened.

Eventually the M.E came and took her body away. Sam took Callen back to the office and they both sat in silence. It took a while, but he stood up again and moved to the locker room where he stripped out of his ruined clothes and into the showers where he washed her blood from his skin.

Callen stood under the water for a while. He couldn't help but blame himself. He could not love anything without it being destroyed. Maybe if he hadn't of loved her then she would have lived. Deep down he knew that her death had nothing to do with him, but as his thoughts circled on the diamond ring he had planned to give her this evening, Callen couldn't help but feel cursed.

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[distinguisheddingus]

You know what?

Since nobody write anymore for NCIS LA i'm gonna write some G Callen imagine my self.

They'll suck, but it doesn't matter.

I will write it anyway.

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[campbellstruts]

They’re the best and I love them (NCIS)

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[ejzah]

A/N: Happy 5th Anniversary to Kensi and Deeks! I can’t believe five years ago we were wondering if it would ever happen. We’ve got a little bit of fluff, domestic Densi, babies, Rosa, and of course, romance.

This story ignores the fact that Sam is now in Hawaii.

***

Here’s to Five and Many More

When Rosa first met Sam Hanna and G. Callen (it would be a couple months before she heard what the G stood for thanks to Sam’s teasing), she thought they seemed nice, but fairly intimidating. She never imagined that they’d ever consider her their honorary niece, or that she’d feel comfortable to have them over for dinner.

Even more surprising was that they both accepted and didn’t seem fazed when they found out Kensi and Marty wouldn’t be in attendance.

“Have you ever considered opening your own restaurant?” Callen questioned after his first bite of chicken stew.

Rosa dipped her head at the compliment, shrugging. “Thank you. I’m glad you like it. But I think I’ll keep cooking as a hobby for now.” She shifted her weight. “And thank you for coming last minute.”

“Hey, I’ll never say no to a good meal, but something tells me that you didn’t invite us over just to sample your cooking,” Sam observed.

“You’re right, I didn’t,” Rosa admitted, brushing her hair back. “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

Callen paused with a pepper halfway to his mouth and Sam’s face instantly shifted into something darker.

“Who is he and what did he do?”

“Uncle Sam, it’s nothing like that,” Rosa assured him quickly before he could find some poor and unsuspecting boy. “Steven is still wonderful. It’s not something bad.”

“Ok, but if that changes, I’m a text away, and have no problem lightly abusing my power to make arrests.”

By now, Rosa was fairly used to such offers, so she took it in stride. “Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.” Folding her hands together, she breathed in once, not sure why she felt so nervous. “So, Marty and Kensi’s fifth anniversary is coming soon and I want to plan something special for them,” she explained.

“Yeah, March 17th.” Callen nodded.

“Yes. It’s four weeks away.”

“I want to plan something special for them. It’s been a really exciting year, but also so much has changed, and I know it hasn’t all been easy,” Rosa continued. “Maybe a nice dinner out or even a couple days away. Although I don’t know if Kensi and Marty will want to leave the twins overnight.”

“Hm, it would take some planning to pull off, but it’s possible,” Sam mused.

And don’t worry, I’ve saved some money from my job. All I need is help with the actual scheduling and execution,” Rosa assured him.

“Kid, we’re not making you pay for anything,” Callen interrupted with a roll of his eyes. “Kensi and Deeks would kill us if they found out we let you spend all your money on them.”

“I can afford it,” Rosa said stubbornly, pride getting the better of her.

“But you don’t have to. That money is supposed to be for your needs. Like tuition, and books, and ice cream during finals week ,” Sam told her gently.

Rosa smiled reluctantly at the last part. “Ok. I’m chipping in though since it was my idea.”

“Always so stubborn.”

“Well, it’s a Deeks-Blye trait,” Rosa explained with a self-deprecating shrug. Then more added more earnestly. “Thank you for helping me.”

“Anytime kid.”

***

“Babe, have you seen my breast pump?” Kensi asked, rushing from their bedroom.

“Uh, it’s in the hallway bathroom,” Deeks told her without looking up from wrangling Sophia into a clean onesie. He finished and tucked her under his arm.

Kensi hurried out of the room, coming back with pump and a couple fo bottles.

“Alright, you’re all clean, how about some tummy time?” Sophia made a sighing sound at Deeks’ suggestion, palming at his nose. When he had her settled on her stomach in the middle of a blanket with some toys, he grabbed Caleb.

Roughly three months in, they’d found a rhythm to caring for the twins. It was an exhausting and completely insane rhythm, but it worked for the most part.

“Now we have two clean babies,” Deeks announced, setting Caleb next to his sister. “Which should last anywhere from ten minutes to an hour and a half.”

Kensi laughed wryly from the couch, head flopped back on the cushion as the pump whirred quietly.

“Did Rosa say if she’ll be home for dinner?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Ok, I’m going to start some chicken and broccoli. Maybe potatoes if I’m feeling ambitious,” Deeks replied. Crouching briefly, he tickled each of the twin’s tummies. “Now don’t get into any trouble while I’m out of the room.”

***

Rosa arrived shortly before six with a loaf of crusty bread and a chocolate cake in hand. Deeks accepted both, grateful to have something to round their dinner out.

“¿Cómo están mis hermosos hermanitos y hermanitas?” she asked the twins, getting down on the blanket with them. They cooed happily, Caleb lifting his head higher in excitement. “Mira lo fuerte que eres.”

“I swear Sophia almost rolled onto her side this morning,” Deeks said, responding to the one-sided conversation.

“Isn’t that really early?” Rosa asked.

“It is,” Kensi confirmed. “It’s exciting, but I’m not quite sure I’m ready for them to be mobile yet.”

“Eh, it figures given their mom’s a ninja assassin.” Deeks winked at Kensi, who rolled her eyes.

“And their dad excels at any sport that involves ice or water.”

They held each other’s gaze for several seconds, Kensi’s eyes darkening, until Rosa pointedly cleared her throat.

“Do I need to leave the room?”

“No, no we’re good. Uh, dinner will be ready in five minutes,” he said, moving back into the kitchen. Rosa followed him. “How was your day?”

“It was ok. Do you need any help?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

Leaning against the counter, Rosa watched him put everything on the stovetop and begin dishing out servings.

“My literature class and ethics are always interesting. But I’m regretting taking history more every day.”

“Still unreasonably boring and complicated?” Deeks guessed.

“Yes.” She groaned and rubbed her hands over her face. “I never want to hear about 15th century kings again.”

“Ooh yeah, that’s not fun.” He winced in sympathy. “If you want any help studying, I’m always here. I might ask for payment in the form of baby-holding, but I’m always happy to help or just commiserate.”

Rosa giggled, her entire face brightening. “Thanks, Marty.”

“Any day, Rosalita. You wanna grab the last plate and bread?”

They set everything on the table while Kensi settled the twins in their car seats. Generally one of their toys kept them busy long enough for a quick dinner.

“Before we eat, I have something for both of you,” Rosa spoke up, pulling a gift out of her bag. “Happy Anniversary.”

“Oh, thank you, Rosa.” Kensi took the package, which was about dinner plate sized and based on the way her hands dipped, heavier than anticipated. She started peeling at the tape holding the paper together. Whatever it was, Deeks knew it would be creative; he’d learned very quickly that Rosa gifted from the heart and usually with her artistic side in mind.

“I know it’s not for a couple more days, but I wanted to give it to you early. I hope you like it.”

“Oh my god, this is gorgeous,” Kensi gasped as she let the wrapping paper fall away. She ran her fingers over the smooth mahogany stained wood. Across the front surface two raccoons with their noses pressed together were engraved in the very middle, set against a backdrop of trees.

“I know it might be kind of silly—”

“No, it’s perfect,” Deeks interrupted, glancing up from the gift. He held out an arm, pulling her into his side. Kensi wrapped her free arm around Rosa too. “Thanks you so much.”

“It’s really beautiful.”

“Actually, it’s not your only gift. Did you have any specific plans for your anniversary?”

“Uh, dinner here, and then falling asleep to Titanic?” Deeks suggested. He did have a gift for Kensi, but the last few months had taught them that planning for outings were best left flexible and without too much expectation.

“Why, did you have something else in mind?” Kensi asked.

Rosa folded her hands together, looking unusually timid. “Uncle Callen and Sam and I might have orchestrated a little surprise. We made reservations for you at your favorite sushi restaurant and then booked an Air BnB nearby for two days.”

“Rosa…” Kensi shook her head, and Rosa hurried to explain,

“You don’t have to stay overnight if you don’t want to be away from Caleb and Sophia that long, but I thought it would be nice for you to get away for a little bit.”

Deeks pressed his lips together, feeling the prick of tears building behind his eyes, overwhelmed by Rosa’s love for them.

“Rosa, that is so incredibly generous of you,” Kensi said, hugging her again.

“You deserve a break,” Rosa said simply, as if it wasn’t a big deal. Her excitement growing, she dove back into her backpack, and came back with a large envelope. “This has all the plans and reservations. If you do decide to go, Sam and I will take turns watching Sophia and Caleb.”

“That’s asking an awful lot of you.”

“You didn’t ask me to do anything,” she pointed out. “I’m offering, and I want to.”

“Man, we sure are lucky. Thank you,” Deeks murmured, pressing a kiss to Rosa’s forehead.

“Like you said, any time.”

***

“That was phenomenal,” Kensi sighed, dropping onto the bed in the master bedroom of their Air BnB with a graceless flop. She’d forgotten what it was like to enjoy a meal without any interruptions, to hold a conversation that didn’t involve at least one break for a diaper change or feeding. Of course she missed Caleb and Sophia, but she couldn’t deny the reprieve was nice. “But I might die.”

She looked up at Deeks, who had come in more slowly with their few bags. He grinned, tugging the first couple buttons of his shirt open. For once, he’d dressed up, choosing a deep blue shirt that matched her dress. He looked amazing, but she knew he was probably dying to get into something more casual.

“I’m saying nothing,” he said, though his smug grin pretty much said it for him.

“I know, I know. I shouldn’t have had that last spicy California. It was just too good.” Sighing, she rolled onto her side, patting the spot next to her, and held out her hand invitingly. “Come join me.”

“I should put our stuff away while I’m up.” He didn’t sound too certain about it though.

“You don’t always have to be so responsible,” Kensi teased. “C’mon, it’ll wait for a few minutes.”

Giving in, Deeks dropped the shirt he’d just pulled out of his suitcase, and slid onto the mattress next to her. He let out a contented groan as he sank into the thick quilt.

“Just a few minutes,” he repeated. They were both asleep in thirty seconds.

***

Kensi woke up with her nose buried in Deeks’ chest, arms loosely wrapped around her back. Untangling her arms, she stretched them above her head, her spine cracking as she arched her back. She felt better rested than she had in months.

“So much for just a few minutes,” Deeks muttered, eyes still closed.

“I think that was the best nap I’ve ever had,” Kensi said. She studied Deeks’ features, brushing back the pieces of hair that had grown more unruly in sleep. He leaned into her touch, one corner of his mouth lifting when she trailed her fingers down his cheeks and neck.

Scooting closer, Kensi pressed her lips to the warm tan skin left exposed by his open shirt. His hand tightened on her back, pulling her that much closer.

“Mm. I’m suddenly wide awake,” he drawled. Kensi pulled back enough to see his eyes were now open and slightly hazed with desire rather than sleep. He cupped the back of her neck, gently guiding her mouth to his.

They’d barely had any times to themselves, let alone the energy to consider sex since the twins were born, but suddenly the desire came back in full force.

Kensi dropped her hands to the front of his shirt, fingers scrabbling over the buttons and to tug the material free from his pants.

“Woah, and here I thought I got lucky with the nap.” Deeks gasped in between kisses.

“Oh, you’re about to get a whole lot more lucky,” Kensi promised, not caring how cheesy it sounded. She rolled Deeks onto his back, crawling up the length of his body, and then settling across his thighs. Hovering over him, she stared down at his flushed face, loving everything about him. “Happy Anniversary, baby.”

Deeks pulled her back to him, and they spent the next few hours making a very enjoyable anniversary.

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[typingtess]

NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch:    “Body Stitchers”

The basics:  Alleged artists and confirmed killers the Body Stitchers are back.

Written by:  Adam G. Key & Frank Military

Adam George Key co-wrote "Monster" with Frank Military, "Searching" with Kyle Harimoto and “Land of Wolves” with Justin Kohlas.  Key also played LAPD Officer Harrison in four episodes in seasons 11 and 12.

Military wrote or co-wrote "Little Angels", "Deliverance", "Lockup", "The Job", "Greed", "Betrayal", "Crimeleon", "Vengeance", "Out of the Past" Part One, "Rude Awakenings" Part Two, season four’s finale "Descent", season five’s premiere "Ascension", "Allegiance", "Spoils of War", "Black Budget", "SEAL Hunter", "Rage", "Unspoken", "Unlocked Mind", "Revenge Deferred", "The Seventh Child", "Crazy Train", "Uncaged", "The Silo", "Monster", "Line in the Sand", season ten opener "To Live and Die in Mexico", "The Patton Project", "Better Angels", "False Flag", "A Bloody Brilliant Plan", "Code of Conduct" "Raising the Dead", "Through the Looking Glass", "Indentured" and “Down the Rabbit Hole”. 

He also appeared as Donald Kessler in "Raising the Dead" and several other episodes in photos.

Directed by:  Suzanne Saltz directed "Outside the Lines", "Murder of Crows", "Sundown" and “MWD”.

Guest stars of note:  Alicia Coppola as FBI Senior Special Agent Lisa Rand, Rob Nagle as Albert “Al” Barrington/Plague Doctor, Tobias Jelinek as Bobby Griffin/Wolf, Matt Kelly as Justin Tucker/Clown are all back from “Monster” - that delightful Easter Sunday season nine episode.  Teya Patt as Cindy Ferguson/Faceless Mask replaces Kerrie Blaisdell who played this role in “Monster”.  Richard Gant as Raymond Hanna is back from “Game of Drones”.  JD Cullum as FBI Forensic Psychologist Mark Collins, Derrick A. King as Michael Jeffries, Adrian Elizondo as Philip Guerrero and Antony Del Rio as Alexander Hughes.

Our heroes:  Try, try, try again.

What important things did we learn about:

Callen:  Away on assignment – he always misses these wacky Body Stitchers. Sam:  Pulled away from the case for a terrorist threat in San Pedro. Kensi:  Not thrilled to be dealing with Cindy Ferguson again.    Deeks:   Not thrilled by any of this. Fatima:   Working late. Rountree:   Heard about the Body Stitchers case in the Academy. Kilbride:  Wants the team to stop whining about losing the bad guys the first time and get them this time.

What not so important things did we learn about:

Callen:   Absent. Sam:   Cleaning up after Arkady in Sam’s own backyard. Kensi:    Working with Agent Rand for a lot of the episode. Deeks:   Working with Sam for a lot of the episode. Fatima:   In charge of freeing the Body Stitchers almost victim. Rountree:  Catches a Body Stitcher on his own. Kilbride:  Warns the team that they can help on this case as long as NCIS doesn’t need them.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange?  No mention today.

Who's down with OTP:   Not a lot of OTP time today.

Who's down with BrOTP:  Not a BrOTP episode either.

Fashion review:   Black, long-sleeve tee for Sam.  Kensi has on a wine-colored long-sleeve v-neck tee.  Deeks wears a very pale blue/nearly grey henley.  Fatima is wearing a purple turtleneck.  Rountree has on a charcoal grey pullover sweater under a denim jacket with a leather collar.  Admiral Kilbride is in his usual three-piece suit with a pale blue dress shirt and a blue tie with a darker blue paisley tie.   

Music:   “Gravy Train” by Lettuce is playing while Raymond is having breakfast.

Any notable cut scene:   None today.

Quote:  Sam:  “I'm just a government employee.  Explain it to me.” Ferguson:  “He's a great master, like Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo, Renoir.  These humans who changed the world with their imagination and a pencil.” Sam:  “So Vincent is a master artist?” Ferguson:  “Yeah, Vincent, like Vincent van Gogh.  Uh... You know?” (mimics cutting her ear) Sam:  “Yeah.” Ferguson:  “He's the great master behind the bodies.  It's his vision.  We're just his apprentices, learning the art.” Sam:  “The art of sewing bodies together?” Ferguson:  “God. Isn't it beautiful?”

Anything else:    Lots of previously-s from “Monster”.  And the weirdos are back doing weirdo things.  This time with extra self-importance.

Raymond is having breakfast, listening to tunes when Sam walks in with a cigar butt.  Raymond feigns ignorance but there are four others in the backyard.  Raymond starts to call Callen – obviously an investigation must be started.  When told Callen is out of town, Raymond suggests bumping it up to the SecNav.  Seems the cigars don’t belong to Raymond – he doesn’t smoke.  But Arkady does.  Raymond made a friend not to Sam’s liking.  The family fun is interrupted by a call – Sam’s being called to the office.  Leaving, Sam bars Arkady from the house.

Rountree is waiting as Kensi walks into the office.  Agent Rand from the FBI called.  Kensi speaks highly of Rand and asks why Rand called.  Rountree tells her about the “legendary” case while he was in the Academy about killers who make Frankenstein monsters out of their victims.  There was scuttlebutt Rountree heard about another agency being involved in the case.  Kensi said they were all in a dark place after the case.

Up in Ops, Kensi and Rountree join Deeks and Fatima.  Agent Rand is on the big screen.  In a different Zoom box is Special Agent Zachary Collins from the BAU.  The FBI heard the group is back in LA.  Rand sends Fatima some pictures from a the “Body Stitchers” last crime scene.  It freaks Fatima out a little and Rand apologizes. 

Rountree asks for a motive.  Collins explains the killers think they are creating some kind of art and make money selling the event as art on the dark web.  The money gives the killers the freedom to move around largely undetected.  Collins thinks the motive is also sexual – the killers meshed violence and sex together as young people and are acting on it. 

The Body Stitchers have been seen in the US, Central and South America.  The FBI has gotten close several times but just missed.  Deeks asks why.  Collins tells the group – including an arriving Admiral Kilbride that the killers aren’t stupid.  They set up, do their thing and move on.  They avoid common ports of entry and regularly purchase new identities on the dark web.

The Admiral puts his foot down – this is not a military related action, the OSP’s involvement will be limited.  If NCIS needs the team or a team member, they’re out of the case.  Rand is fine with that – the OSP is the only agency ever to interact with the killers.  As advisors or part of the task force, the FBI wants NCIS to offer whatever they can.  Kensi tells the Admiral the case is unfinished business for the team.  No, it is unfinished business for the FBI, he replies.  Deeks brings up Lt. Commander Weir but Lt. Commander Weir was a random crime victim and not killed because of his service.  Kensi brings up how he was killed and the Admiral relents – NCIS will be mildly involved.  Rand is grateful. 

Sam, Kensi and Deeks arrive at the crime scene.  Rand is there with the dead guy and Collins from BAU.  Collins introduces himself as Mark Collins which is weird since he was Zachary Collins about five minutes ago.  Sam asks when did the FBI figure out the killers were back in LA.  Rand explains a woman named Staci Campbell was murdered.  Suspect Michael Jeffries got a text with photo of all the body parts used to sew the “art” together.  Sam notices freezer burn on the dead people’s shoulder.  That makes sense to Collins – if they don’t have enough parts to sew together, the killers have to preserve the parts they do have.

Kensi asks about Jeffries, who is in custody but there isn’t much to hold him.  He’ll likely be cut lose in a few hours since a judge turned down their warrant request to search Jeffries’s apartment.  He was only seen with the dead woman a few hours before her death – that’s not enough.  Sam, Deeks and Collins are off to interview Jeffries, Kensi and Rand are teaming up.

Just after the men leave, a young female FBI agent has something to show Kensi and Rand.  There was a locked room, now opened.  Inside are a lot of dead bodies.

While Collins is interviewing Jeffries in interrogation, Sam is in the main room of the boatshed talking about how the four people in the case lied right to his face.  They killed people and sewed them back together.  “And we had them.”   The Admiral arrives and wants Sam to stop “wallowing in the fact that you missed something” and tell him what Sam learned.

Sam said the killers knew exactly how to manipulate the investigation.  Deeks chimes in that the killings themselves, the planning, the execution – “the intelligence was off the charts.”  They did not present themselves as smart.  Collins joins the group.  Jeffries knows the FBI and NCIS have nothing so he’s going to be released soon.  Sam asks about Jeffries, who doesn’t really work, just short-sells stock online.  He has no connection to the killers, just lives in the same building as murder victim Staci Campbell.

Fatima pops up on the plasma to connect Kensi and Rand.  The only person to see Campbell and Jeffries together is the super in their share apartment building.  They are going over to interview the super now. 

The Admiral tells Sam and Deeks to remember who they are, put the past in the past and “get this thing done.” 

In interview, Deeks just stares across the table at Jeffries while Sam sits near the door.  Jeffries is about to speak when Sam tells him to “hold that thought.”  Deeks talks about the smell of the sea around them, the ocean breeze and how these things hide a cold, hard truth.  Jeffries tells them he did not kill Campbell.  They were neighbors but he never touched her.

That’s not the truth, Sam tells Jeffries.  Deeks explains that Jeffries is surrounded by frustrated and angry agents from several government agencies.  “We’re hungry and you’re the only thing on the menu,” Sam says.  Jeffries is keeping up – the kitchen is closed, he didn’t kill Campbell.  Deeks brings up his connection to the killers, killers who executed a member of the US Navy.  That’s federal lock-up. 

Sam pushes the idea that they have proof that Jeffries has provided financial assistance to the killers.  Jeffries admits he’s a fan – “people love true crime and serial killers.”   He though the body parts came from grave robberies or morgues.  He didn’t think they were being killed for the art.

Outside Jeffries’s apartment building, Kensi and Rand approach Phillip Guerrero, the super.  He’s trimming some hedges in the building’s courtyard.  He liked Campbell, “good tenant, nice girl.”  Guerrero saw Campbell and Jeffries walk into the courtyard.  They were chatting about food delivery people leaving too many menus by the mailbox area.  As the conversation goes on, Guerrero brings up “Mrs. Jeffries”.  Rand thinks wife but it actually Jeffries’s mother.  She’s in bad health – an invalid after a partial stroke a month ago.  Guerrero drops off food deliveries from time to time – he likes her.

There is no response from Mrs. Jeffries after they knock on the door.   Guerrero lets himself in to see if she’s OK.  While he’s looking around, Kensi checks in with Rountree.  He’s trying to chase the killer’s money but it all leads to offshore accounts which are dead ends.  As Rountree finishes, Guerrero runs from the apartment, horrified and unable to breathe.  Kensi and Rand enter the apartment.  They find Mrs. Jeffries in the bathtub.  Kensi and Rand flee the premises when they get a whiff of sulfuric acid fumes.

Outside, Kensi provides the team an update.  The building has been evacuated due to the health concerns around sulfuric acid.  Guerrero breathed in too much and is getting treated.  Kensi assures everyone she and Rand ran out as soon as they understood what was in the air.  Collins notes that sulfuric acid is easy to find so tracing its purchase will be tough.  This fact annoys Sam. 

A titanium knee pretty much identifies the woman in the bathtub as Mrs. Jeffries.  Collins offers the idea that Jeffries killed her because she had incriminating info on her son.  This doesn’t work for Rand.  Based on the lack of damage to the bathtub, Mrs. Jeffries is likely dead only 12-hours.  Jeffries has been in custody for over a day.

Sam, Deeks and Collins ask Jeffries about his mother, why he didn’t mention an older, sick woman alone in his apartment while he was in custody.  Sam tells Jeffries his mother is dead and he seems genuinely surprised. 

Jeffries blames Collins for his mother’s death.  The killers would know the Feds were in town while they were planning their show.  He had a ticket to go but couldn’t because he was in custody.  The killer thought he was selling them out and since they couldn’t kill him, they killed his mother as a message.  Collins thinks Jeffries’s mother knew he killed Campbell and he paid someone to kill his mother.  Jeffries is willing to trade info on the dark web he has about the show for witness protection.

Rountree gets to the Body Stitchers’s website on the dark web.  It’s been cleaned out but they access to the e-mail server and will be able to track the killers to their next website.  Kensi calls in with Rand.  Mrs. Jeffries right hand was sawed off before she was put in the acid bath. 

Fatima found the new website with a new live video going out shortly.  Everything is password protected but she’s working her way in.  In the live stream, everything is set up but nobody is there.  The stream is coming from an abandoned movie theater in Woodland Hills. 

As the team is about to leave, a terrorist warning come in based on an OSP case in San Pedro.  The Admiral has to send something to deal with San Pedro since it is an NCIS priority.  Sam goes.  Deeks and Collins are off to Woodland Hills. 

Kensi, Deeks, Rountree and Fatima pull up with Rand and Collins leading the FBI.  SWAT is on their way but not expected for 30-minutes.  The teams can’t wait and enter the theater.   There are 16-theaters.  Everyone breaks off to clear their own theaters.  Fatima and Rountree are in five, Kensi is in theater six.  Deeks enters a theater on his own.  He’s worried the place is too big – too many places to hide.  He starts looking around as one of the FBI agents notes the comms in the theater barely work.

Outside of theater seven, Rand find the group at theater eight.  Kensi and Collins are on their way.   A shot is fired during the “art” event, dropping one of the killers on the stage.  Rand is as surprised as the killers.  She yells FBI and seems stunned that everyone runs.  One of the killers, Barrington, is chased by the young FBI agent who showed the team the dead bodies earlier in the episode.  Barrington drops his knife in his right hand but has a really small boxcutter in his left palm.  When the FBI agent tries to cuff the killer, he stabs her in the throat just as Collins arrives.  As Barrington flees, Collins calls for an EMT.

The young agent claims she’s fine so Collins goes after Barrington.  In a hallway, he runs into Deeks.  The two startle the hell out of each other.  They search as a team for Barrington.

In the theater, Fatima is having the planned victim released from the board he is strapped to with the help of the FBI.  Another FBI agent removes the mask of the dead killer – it is Bobby Griffin.  Everyone wonders who shot him.

Kensi finds Cindy Ferguson trying to escape and quickly cuffs her.  “You’re not getting away, again,” Kensi tells her.

Justin Tucker, the fourth killer, runs right to where Rountree is searching.  Tucker pulls out a big knife, which Rountree insists he drop.  An elevator ping and opens, giving Tucker a way to escape.  Rountree tries to get to the elevator before the door closes but doesn’t make it.  On comms, he warns everyone that Tucker taking the elevator down.  Collins says he’s nearby but the elevator barely moves before Tucker shuts it down.

Outside the elevator, Rountree and Rand try to talk Tucker into surrendering.  Rand demands a cellphone.  He wants to speak to Vincent, the last living master.  Rountree and Rand have no idea what he’s talking about.

Deeks is in a projection room when he hears Collins call “Agent down.”  Deeks finds Collins, who says Barrington stabbed him in the neck.  With the comms are failing, Deeks goes after Barrington when Collins says he’s alright.  Deeks finds a fire exit and starts making his way down.

In the theater where all the killing was going to go on, Fatima with Kensi and Deeks are talking to Alexander, the man who nearly was killed.  She has photos on her phone of the Body Stitchers and Alexander recognizes a few of them but wonders why they don’t have a photo of the main guy – “Master”. 

Cutting a deal, Tucker will come back to the NCIS/FBI floor and turn himself in if he can speak to Vincent.  He does go to the NCIS/FBI floor where he cuts his own throat in front of the NCIS and FBI teams.

Kensi has a very tough talk with Ferguson, who the FBI dropped off at the boat shed.  Ferguson doesn’t know Michael Jeffries but she’s not interested in talking to Kensi.  Talking to Kensi takes time away from the beautiful places like the Taj Mahal and not the prison cell she will call home for the rest of her life.

Out in the main room of the boatshed, Sam is back with Deeks, Rand and Collins.  The reason to call Sam away was a paperwork issue.  Collins doesn’t think Ferguson will offer up anything – she’s too committed.  While they have to cut Jeffries loose – no real reason to hold him – Jeffries lawyered up and the lawyer wants him in witness protection.  Deeks thinks that’s the next best thing to having him in custody.  Sam wants a chance to speak to Ferguson.

Ferguson remembers Sam.  He asks to speak to her without Kensi and Kensi is happy to leave.  Reintroducing himself, Sam tells Ferguson she’s being turned over to the FBI.  Ferguson doesn’t care and Sam knows that – because she’s “stupid.”  Ferguson doesn’t like that.  She really doesn’t like when Sam tells her Vincent is in custody and spilling everything he knows.  He gets time off any sentence for every crime he helps the FBI solve – crimes that will put her in prison for decades.  Ferguson doesn’t believe him but Sam says it is a done deal.

Sam would like to Ferguson explain the whole idea of Vincent being her master.  He isn’t her master, Ferguson explains, they aren’t a “cheesy cult.”  Vincent is a great master like DaVinci or Michelangelo – a great artist like Vincent Van Gogh.  Ferguson shows off her ear and pretends to cut it off.  She is an apprentice to a great master learning their art.  It is “affecting” and Sam agrees – he’ll never forget what they did.  Ferguson goes on about their art making them immortal, gods and how they’d die for Vincent.

At home, Sam is enjoying a nice dinner with his father.  Raymond jokes that he’s cooking great meals hoping it will keep him in Sam’s house.  There’s a WBA middleweight fight that night – Sam thinks the two of them should watch together but Raymond has other plans.  A honking horn outside the house is Arkady, who knows he isn’t allowed to come inside.  Raymond is off to play poker and drink some fine whiskey.  Sam isn’t happy about this.  Raymond is annoyed – he’s happy, he has a friend and someplace fun to go.  He plans to live whatever days he has left as full a life as he can have.  Raymond hits up Sam for a few hundred dollars – he’s joking.

Just after Raymond leaves, Rand calls.  She’s sure they missed something.  Jeffries’s mother was dead for at least 48-hours based on the blood lividity tests.  He killed her – Jeffries wasn’t in custody at that time.  And if he removed his mother’s hand, he’s part of the Body Stitchers.  Sam wants another crack at Jeffries, who is being taken to an FBI safehouse in San Diego by Collins.   Sam calls with an apology to Fatima but he needs her help.  She has Kaleidoscope searching the cameras around the theater.  They are looking for video of Barrington leaving. 

Saying “Dementia can eat my shorts,” Raymond returns home with a large wad of cash.  He throws it to Sam, who was snoozing in the living room.  When Raymond leaves for bed, Fatima texts Sam – “You need to see this.”

There is video of Barrington leaving the theater through a back door.  There is someone wearing a dress shirt holding the door open for Barrington.  A flashback shows a wounded Collins getting up and letting Barrington out of the theater.

In a car, Collins is joined with Barrington, who is sure the entire state of California is looking for him.  Collins tells Barrington he updated the killer’s profile saying Barrington is likely to return to his home in Orlando.  Collins plans to have him on a beach half-way around the world.

Sam contacts Rand with questions about Collins.  Rand met Collins during the Body Stitchers case.  He’s profiled many serial killers, a logical addition to the team. 

In Collins’s car, Jeffries joins Barrington and Collins with a “gift from his mother, I thought she could give us a hand” – it’s a cooler.  Collins is relieved they got rid of the amateurs – Griffin, Tucker and Ferguson – who were only going to get them caught.  Another flashback shows Collins killing Griffin from the theater’s projection room. 

The plan is for Barrington and Jeffries to lay low for a good long time.  Collins gives them envelopes with new identities and $10,000.  There will be more cash when needed.  Down the road, they will reunite and change their art.  Make a body with three arms, five legs and a head growing out of its stomach.  “What would Picasso or Dali do?”

Rand tells Sam that Collins and Jeffries never made it to the safe house in San Diego – they were due hours ago.  She’s worried something happened to Collins.  Reviewing Collins’s interrogation of Jefferies, Sam sees Collins run his hand through his hair and showing Jeffries his ear.  Sam flashes back to Ferguson and her Vincent Van Gogh remarks.  Sam tells Rand that Collins is Vincent. 

What head canon can be formed from here:  “Monster” was a really well done episode that was also a one and done hour.  No need to stop on USA or ION when you see it is rerunning there.  It was clever (if disgusting) and rarely does the team get beaten by the bad guys at the end.  There was also the introduction of Spencer Williams and all that would unfold in the Mosley storyline.

This wasn’t that.  A little lighter on the gore, though only a little, a lot more muddled in the storytelling.  Hated the idea that what we thought were these clever psychopaths were actually just lemmings following a serial killer who was working for the FBI.  It takes away the accomplishment of the “Monster” episode.

Always happy to see Rand but Collins (with three names here – Zachary, Mark and eventually Vincent) was going to be one of two things – the red-shirted member of the team or one of the killers. 

Did like the Sam and Raymond storyline bracketing the episode.  Raymond putting his foot down about living his life the best he can as long as he can was good to see.  Sam has his father’s best interests at heart but Raymond lived a long life and planned to enjoy what he had.

Also liked that Rountree learned about the case in the FBI Academy.  A reminder how much younger he is than the rest of the team that participated in the case.

Kudos to Callen who missed both of these episodes with the Body Stitchers. 

Episode number:     The third episode of season 14.  Episode 305 overall.

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Finale Spec/Wishes, pt. 1

Not sure what else to call this. Also, this is mainly G related because, well, duh. It’s me. There would be other stuff for other characters, though some of that IS mentioned.

I just need to get some of this typed out so I stop thinking about it and risk just adding on. (Lolz. Me? Going on too long? LOLZ.) 

It’s a mix of “What I could see happening and either like/don’t mind and have accepted” with the occasional “This would be a DREAM come true.”

I have no idea who all would even be able to come back, either, but well. It’s early yet. 

Also, not formatted in any special way because there’s a lot of dialogue that’s not official dialogue so I’m not about to make this so many more paragraphs longer than it should be. 

Again, not a fic. Just rambling. 

Also, I am breaking it up because it is clearly going to be ridiculously long. Even for me. So this is just part 1. (For the two people who might read all of it.)

Stuff that would have to happen in the third to last episode:

There’s a case, sure, but who cares or pays attention to that.

The episode begins with Callen having set a date for the wedding and letting everyone know. Kensi gently points out most people send Save the Dates. So Callen starts writing the information on a post-it note, and Sam stops him. Tells him he needs to get some real invitations printed. G: “I think this is more personal, though.” Deeks: “I think those are actually Kensi’s post-its that made their way onto your desk.”

Callen promises to get something more professionally printed.

Penultimate episode:

More formal invites have been printed and people are starting to get them. Case stuff case stuff case stuff. Villain of the week is pretty icky and sociopathic, which makes Kensi and Deeks reflect on all the “monsters” they’ve had to deal with. Kensi says it’s hard, but she also is glad she gets to be one of the people to help get those monsters put away. Even if they don’t always stay put away. Deeks knows she’s talking about Kessler. He mentions the body stitchers and how being in the field makes you have to face the worst of it. Kensi agrees that’s definitely a drawback. She looks at him, again, and he’s clearly been thinking about something. She asks him what. He doesn’t want to share just yet, but she tells him there’s nothing he can say right now that’s worse than what they had to deal with today.

Deeks admits he’s been looking at opportunities at the base in San Diego. There has been some turnover since people are starting to retire, and, unlike people who retire from OSP, they actually will stay retired. Kensi, “Opportunities? Like what?” Deeks: “Well, keep in mind we’d be limited to really dealing with base matters or more behind-the-scenes analytical matters.” Kensi asks if he wants to leave LA and OSP. Deeks says he just wants them to look at it and consider it. Kensi could get a job instruction/training if something more up her alley is available right away. It would be steadier, even if in another town, but still a day trip from LA. Kensi says they’ll talk about it more later. Deeks, “I just don’t want to keep facing psychos and risk collecting more enemies that can hurt us. Our family.” Kensi reiterates they’ll talk about it.

Callen is arriving home, he greets Anna. Anna hands him a card that came for him in the mail. He opens it, and it’s a “Congratulations” card. Anna, “Someone must’ve gotten their invite. Who is it?” Callen’s confused, “Not sure.” He opens to the card to read it: “My dearest Callen, Imagine my surprise to learn that you’re getting married. Looking forward to the wedding and seeing you again. - Janiver”

Callen drops the card, and Anna asks what’s wrong. He just looks at her, freaked out. Episode ends.

Finale:

Kensi’s in the shooting range. Deeks comes in, asks how long she plans to stay in there. She’s gone through dozens of rounds already. And this was after she woke up early and did intense cardio. Kensi says she’s just doing what’s needed to stay good at her job. Deeks offers, “This wouldn’t have anything to do with Janvier’s card, would it?” Kensi keeps shooting. Deeks, “Or with what we talked about. Or with how that first thing I mentioned is making that second thing seem like something we should really be talking more about.” Kensi stops shooting.

Kensi says it’s just a reminder that Kessler is still out there, and if Janvier is a threat again, it would be a lot. The latter killed coworkers and was involved with getting Deeks tortured, and vowed to come back and hurt them all. She understands where he’s coming from. Deeks, “Well, that’s good.” Kensi, “No, it’s not good.” Deeks, “What’s the problem.” Kensi, “It’s bad because  you’re right.” Deeks, “I’m not sure how to take that.” Kensi, “I mean, I know you’re right. It makes sense. San Diego. I just wish you weren’t right.” Deeks, “Again, I love you, but I am not sure how I’m supposed to be taking this.” Kensi just looks at him, almost near tears, “I wish leaving OSP wasn’t the right thing to do. Because I don’t want to do it.” Deeks, “We don’t have to. We’re not even guaranteed spots. They might be iffier about spouses working together, so we may have to be--” Kensi, “No, that’s the thing, Deeks. We do have to.”

Sam is pacing near the door. Rountree and Fatima are at their desks. Fatima, “How long has he been pacing? Should we worry?” Rountree, “I don’t know. He’s not usually a pacer. He’s usually a ‘punching bag is my fidget toy’ guy.” Fatima nods. “Maybe you should go check on him.” Rountree just eyes her. Fatima, “Better you than me. Go.”

Rountree approaches Sam. He asks Sam if he’s okay. Sam just shakes his head. “It’s not okay. My partner is an idiot. And  he called when he was about half an hour out, so he should be here soon.” Rountree, “Are you worried something’s going to happen to him before he gets here, like with the Katya thing?” Sam just stops. He looks over at Rountree and stares. “Well now I am.” Rountree apologizes. “I’m sure he’s fine.” Sam just nods. “He better be fine. It’s gonna be a lot harder to yell at him if he’s injured or doesn’t make it here.” Rountree’s eyes widen, things just got awkward, and he slinks away. He looks at Fatima, “Tag, you’re it next time.” 

Callen walks through the door. Sam stares at him. Callen cracks, “Hi, honey. I’m home.” Sam just glares more. Callen sighs and starts walking. Sam doesn’t let him get far. “You shouldn’t have gone alone. It could’ve been a trap.” Callen shakes his head. “That’s exactly why I had to go alone. He always threatened to go after all of you first. If it was a trap, you would’ve been in more danger than I was.” Sam, “Then why not take someone he might not know, like the rookies over there.” Callen, “You really want to put them on his radar? No. It made sense I went alone. You’ll be happy to know, he is still very much locked up.”

Sam nods. “That’s good. Any idea how he found out?” Callen shakes his head, “None. He did claim that he just felt it in his heart. So maybe he just wanted to screw with my head.” Sam, “Right. It’s just mind games, G. He’s locked up. He’s not a threat. I told you this.” Callen notes that he probably still has connections, so we don’t really know that. “I’m not chancing it. I’ve already talked to Anna. We’re changing the wedding date.” Sam looks shocked, “You’re what?” Callen explains that they’re going to push it up and just have a smaller ceremony than planned, which he has no complaints about. He’s hoping sooner rather than later gives anyone who might have something planned less time to even find out when and where it’s moved to.  Sam asks when the wedding is. Callen explains they’re not sharing the exact date, time, and location until it’s much closer. Sam is super annoyed with this. Callen says, “Look, just keep the first full week next month really open. All I’m saying.” Sam, “That’s just weeks away.” Callen nods. 

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Still Got It

Requested by Anon – could you do kind of a crossover with callen from ncis and Anthony dinozzo from csi where dinozzo flirts with y/n callen gets jealous. Characters – Callen x Reader, Tony, Gibbs, Kensi, Deeks and McGee. Word Count – 603.

‘Hetty.’ Kensi said, as Hetty walked over to them at the table, three men following behind her, taking in the surroundings. ‘Agents DiNozzo, McGee and Gibbs are going to be working with us on this case.’ Hetty informed you, as you nodded you noticed Agent DiNozzo watching you. ‘Great.’ You said with a smile, as you leaned back into your seat. ‘Make yourself welcome boys whilst Gibbs and I talk.’ Hetty said, allowing the agents to make their way into the secluded area and introduce themselves to you all individually. ‘We’ll aren’t you beautiful?’ Tony asked, you heard Sam choke on his water as you glanced at them over Tony’s shoulder, seeing him covering up a laugh. ‘You have eyes agent, congrats.’ You said rolling your eyes, you pushed your chair back and stood up, moving away from your desk. ‘So you’re playing hard to get.’ He said, you raised your eyes brows as you were at the other side of the desk. ‘Yes, agent, absolutely.’ You said, your voice dripping with sarcasm, he smiled widely as you walked away from him and headed to the kitchen area. You flicked the kettle on to boil the water before getting all the ingredients out and grabbing two cups down, upon hearing footsteps. ‘He’s flirting with you.’ Callen said annoyed, you smiled at him as you turned around. ‘Let him have some fun.’ You said, he looked at you confused and rolled your eyes. ‘You know I love you and only you.’ You told him, reaching up you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

‘Ladies first.’ Tony said, opening the door for you. You gave him a smile before stepping through it. ‘Gee thanks.’ You said, walking past him, he was about to step behind you, but G snuck in before him, a satisfied smirk appeared when he heard him huff. But it quickly disappeared when Tony walked past him and started walking beside you, shamelessly sending pick up lines your direction. ‘Does he even realise?’ G asked when Sam got to his side, Sam chuckled and shook his head. ‘Come on G, let him have some fun.’ Sam told him, as he motioned to the pair in front of them. ‘We both know Y/N isn’t going do anything.’ Sam told him, he nodded and let out a huff as he watched Tony flirt mindlessly with you, you gave him a smile every now and then, but you were mainly focussed on your job.

‘So would you like to show me around town tonight?’ Tony asked confidently as he appeared at you side, as you were ordering a drink from Roberta, who was looking between the two of you. ‘You know, you’re sweet and all,’ Tony’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, ‘but I don’t think my boyfriend would like that.’ You told him, turning to face him. His face turned to shock, he coughed and fixed his suit trying to play it off. ‘Boyfriend?’ He asked, you nodded. ‘You see the man with the blue shirt on, and shaved in hair?’ You asked, as you turned and looked at Callen. Tony nodded slowly, Callen looked up and raised his glass at the pair of you, as you looked back over your shoulder to Tony. ‘Ahh.’ He said, a red tint covering his cheeks. ‘Yeah.’ You said taking a drink of the alcoholic beverage he had bought you. ‘So about this case?’ He said, wanting to apologise, you waved your hand dismissing it. ‘It’s fine.’ You gave him a smile, ‘it’s good to know I’ve still got it.’ You replied, he smiled and nodded.

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For anon…enjoy!

You arched a brow at your boyfriend. You had no doubt his partner Sam was mirroring your expression behind you.

“An improv show?” you repeated, “Since when do you like to have fun?”

You heard Sam snort causing you to smirk a bit. Callen rolled his eyes and glanced over at Sam with a raised brow. He returned his attention to you, smile returning. He grabbed your hand and gently swung it back and forth.

“Since you told me you’ve been wanting to go to one,” he paused, spreading the tickets, “It’s your favorite group.” Your eyes widened as your mouth dropped. “Oh…my…goodness. Are you serious?”

He nodded. You giggled and pulled him into a hug. He pulled back his head before giving you a kiss. Smiling, you kissed him right back. He was smirking when the two of you pulled away.

“So, am I fun now?” Giggling you nodded. “Yeah.” “Just barely, G,” Sam piped in.

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“Why don’t you come over tonight?”

G looked at you with a smirk, “Are you sure?”

“It’s been a long case and we both need to let off some steam. I trust you, you trust me. Come over.”

“I guess I now have plans.”

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2019 Advent Ficlet Challenge Masterlist

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2019 Advent Ficlet Challenge

Day 1 - Snowflake - Draco Malfoy x reader

Day 2 - Wish - G Callen x reader

Day 3 - The More The Merrier - Thomas Mendez x MC

Day 4 - Lights - Timothy McGee x reader

Day 5 - Wind - Adrian Raines x MC

Day 6 - Angel - Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Day 7 - Ashes and Soot - Richard Castle x Kate Beckett and Family

Day 8 - Warm Bath - Dr Ethan Ramsey x MC

Day 9 - Festive - Marty Deeks x reader

Day 10 - Once A Year - Adrian Raines x MC

Day 11 - Chimney - Jane Rizzoli x reader

Day 12 - Bah Humbug - George Weasley x reader

Day 13 - Family - Jasper Hale x reader

Day 14 - Not A Creature Was Stirring - Sawyer Oakley x MC

Day 15 - Midnight - Bo Larson x reader

Day 16 - Baby Please Come Home - Dr Ethan Ramsey x MC

Day 17 - Wonder - Thomas Mendez x MC

Day 18 - Exhausted - Sam Hanna x reader

Day 19 - Escape - Tony DiNozzo x reader

Day 20 - Christmas Present - Sawyer Oakley x MC

Day 21 - Winter - Neville Longbottom x reader

Day 22 - Miracle - Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Day 23 - Sentiment - Dr Bryce LaHella x MC

Day 24 - And To All A Good Night - Carlisle and Esme Cullen

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[rubyarrows]

Matters of the Heart

I watched as YN entered the room, her presence lighting it up instantly. It was a platonic bond we shared, an unbreakable connection forged through countless missions and shared experiences. Deeks and Kensi were there too, like our extended family, their camaraderie adding a sense of familiarity to the air.

As YN and I exchanged a knowing glance, I couldn't help but notice the slight tension in her expression. It was a look that only someone who knew her as well as I did would detect. Deeks and Kensi, always attuned to the nuances of our interactions, exchanged a glance of their own.

We gathered around the table, the mission details laid out before us. It was a routine briefing, the kind we had been through countless times before. Yet, there was an underlying tension, an unspoken weight that hung in the air. We were professionals, adept at masking our emotions, but even the best spies couldn't hide everything.

YN's eyes met mine again, and in that moment, I knew that she was struggling with something. I had always been able to read her, even when she thought she was hiding behind a mask. And right now, that mask was slipping.

"I know that's not what you want to hear," I said, my voice low but steady. It was a simple statement, but one loaded with meaning. It was my way of acknowledging her feelings without prying, of offering support without pushing her to reveal more than she was ready to.

Deeks cleared his throat, breaking the momentary silence that had settled over us. "You guys are like a married couple," he joked, attempting to lighten the mood. Kensi nudged him playfully, but even she understood the gravity of the situation.

YN managed a small smile, a flicker of gratitude in her eyes. She knew that I was there for her, that I would always be there, no matter what. And I knew that she appreciated my understanding, my silent offer of companionship.

As the briefing continued, our attention shifted back to the mission at hand. But that unspoken exchange between YN and me lingered in the background, a testament to the depth of our connection. Deeks and Kensi were more than just colleagues; they were our friends who had become family over the years. And in this tight-knit team, we found solace and strength in each other's presence.

So, we faced the mission together, as we always did. And as the briefing came to an end, YN and I shared another look, a silent promise that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would confront them as a united front. In this world of secrets and uncertainties, our bond remained unwavering, a source of stability in the midst of chaos.

Sam and Hetty entered the room, their arrival marking the final pieces of our team falling into place. Sam's strong and steady presence was always reassuring, while Hetty's enigmatic wisdom and guidance were invaluable assets to us all.

"Is there something we're missing?" Hetty's keen gaze swept over the room, her eyes settling on each of us in turn. It was as if she could read our thoughts, dissect our emotions with a single glance.

"We were just discussing the mission, Hetty," I replied, keeping my tone neutral but respectful. I knew better than to try and hide anything from her.

YN's fingers tapped softly against the table, a telltale sign of her restlessness. Sam's observant eyes darted between us, a faint furrow forming on his brow. He might not have known the specifics, but he sensed the undercurrents at play.

"I sense there's more to this than meets the eye," Hetty mused, her gaze lingering on YN for a moment longer. "Mr. Callen, care to enlighten us?"

I took a deep breath, my eyes never leaving YN's. "It's personal, Hetty. Something YN is dealing with."

Hetty's lips curved slightly, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Ah, matters of the heart. The most intricate puzzles of all."

Sam's raised eyebrow and Deeks' barely suppressed grin made it clear that they were intrigued. Kensi gave YN a supportive smile, a silent gesture of solidarity.

YN finally spoke up, her voice steady despite the vulnerability in her eyes. "It's just… complicated."

"I know that's not what you want to hear," I repeated, this time directed at YN, my voice soft but firm. It was a reminder that I was there, that we were all there, no matter the complexities.

Sam crossed his arms, his expression serious. "We're a team, YNN. We've faced danger and uncertainty together more times than I can count. You can trust us."

YN nodded, her gratitude evident. "I know, Sam. It's just… difficult."

Hetty stepped closer to the table, her presence commanding attention. "Difficulties are the stepping stones to growth, my dear. And challenges, whether personal or professional, are best confronted with those who stand beside you."

As Hetty's words settled over us, a sense of unity enveloped the room. We were more than just colleagues; we were a family. A family that supported each other through the toughest of times.

"So, let's face this mission, as well as your personal challenges, head-on," Kensi said, her determination mirroring that of all of us.

The mission details regained the spotlight, but the atmosphere had shifted. There was a renewed sense of purpose, a shared resolve to not only tackle the mission but also to stand by YN as she navigated her own path.

As we dispersed to prepare for the mission, I caught YN's eye one last time. Our unspoken understanding remained, now fortified by the unwavering support of our team – Sam's strength, Hetty's wisdom, Deeks' humor, Kensi's empathy, and my steadfast presence.

In this ever-changing world of espionage, where loyalties could shift and trust was a rare commodity, our bond remained constant. And together, we were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, as both a team of professionals and a family of kindred spirits.

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[chiefdirector]

Blame Game | G. Callen | NCIS: Los Angeles

No.22: Punishment

Callen knew it was his fault, there was no denying it. He was in Agent in Charge, he should have been the one to take the fall. Even outside of his professional responsibility, he was her husband and he had a duty to protect her, and he failed.

If it had been anyone else, he would not have felt such a burdern, but it wasn't just anyone. It was her. She had been taken from him and he didn't know when he would get her back.

Hetty had reassured him that undercover ops, like the one she had been assigned too, tend to have back up plans in place to counteract any failings on the teams part. He knew this. He also knew that if an undercover agent gets taken hostage during a mission, they most likely will not return home.

Callen couldn't help but think that her situation was his fault. He had always believed that everything he loves would be taken away from him. And now, watching her being taken away from his grasp, it only cemented his beliefs.

Maybe it was a punishment from some higher power. He had committed many atrocities in the name of the law, maybe this was the universe getting the balance is so often required. Or maybe it was just a cruel trick, someone wanted Callen to suffer, and so he did.

If there was anything that he could do to help them, he would in a heartbeat. But as he sat alone at his desk, the rest of team long since gone home for the night, he knew that her being taken away was not the punishment. His punishment was that he was powerless to help her.

Before, when she had been in danger, Callen had always been there. He had always had the power to save her before, he took control of the situation and he ensured that they would both survive. He had no control now; he had to have patience.

He knew that he would find his love eventually, he would not rest until he did. He just hoped that he would find them alive.

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[distinguisheddingus]

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[ejzah]

A/N: Oh goodness, it has been a long time since I visited this story. I hope that this addition will make up for it. Parts 1 and 2 linked below.

***

An Error in Judgment, Part 3

“Go ahead and say it,” Deeks prompted, chin propped on his fist, which balanced on the open window of the Challenger. He could probably easily count the number of times he’d sat in the vehicle since his start with the team. When Sam didn’t respond, he tilted his head just enough to see him out of the corner of his eye. “I know you want to.”

“And what would that be?” Sam asked mildly from beside him.

“I told you so.”

Sam huffed softly, and Deeks imagined his half-smirk.

“That wasn’t on my mind at all,” he said.

“Really.”

“Ok, I might not be the biggest fan of you and Kensi’s PDAs, but that doesn’t mean I think you should have been split up or on probation.”

“Really?” Deeks repeated, this time in surprise. He twisted in his seat, wincing slightly as the seat rubbed his hurst and jacket against his still-healing burns.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I guess it must suck to be paired up with me all the time,” Deeks allowed, mostly joking. The last few days had shaken things up though and it was hard to be certain of much. Besides the burning injustice he felt every single time he caught one of Kilbride’s smug, knowing smirks.

“Hey now, you know that’s been over for years. I might joke about it sometimes, and yeah, you do get on my nerves, but so does G every other minute. Point is, you’re a good partner, you’re a good teammate, and you’re an even better investigator,” Sam told him, the confidence in his voice making Deeks shift uncomfortably. “Kilbride’s actions were done with obvious prejudice and a lack of consideration.”

Sam reached over, squeezing Deeks’ shoulder firmly, almost painfully, but was reassuring.

“I know it’s hard, and it’s not fair, but you and Kensi can handle this. You’re going to prove that he was wrong, and the rest of us will be right there with you.”

“Thanks, man,” Deeks murmured, touched by his confidence and support.

“Just don’t give him more reason to come down hard on you,” Sam added. “Cause we sure as hell can’t take months of you two moping around without each other.”

Deeks grinned, shaking his head. “I’ll do my best.”

***

“Hey, everything ok?” Rountree asked, going for casual, but missing the mark a little. Kensi glanced up from her phone, having taken the opportunity to check her texts as they left a witness’ home.

So far, Rountree had remained pretty quiet about the change in partnerships. Kensi wasn’t sure if he just didn’t want risk incurring someone’s wrath by rocking the boat, or if it was his own way of showing support. Either way, she felt guilty that Kilbride’s punishment for her and Deeks had trickled down to him and Fatima.

“Yeah, uh, just checking in with Deeks,” she answered. “And Sam.”

“Anything new?”

“Nope, no movement,” she responded. Normally, she would call Deeks, take the opportunity to flirt a little or just catch up with him. It wasn’t that she couldn’t control herself, but now she was keenly aware of everything she said and did in relation to Deeks. She didn’t know how closely Kilbride was monitoring them.

She didn’t mind being separated from Deeks that much either. They were used to different pairing as needed, and she enjoyed working with Rountree and Callen more. No, the part that burned, that worried her, was the long term outcome.

If Kilbride decided to change their partnerships permanently, or worse, send one of them to a different location, Kensi wasn’t sure what she’d do. She’d thought the Admiral was fair minded underneath his gruff exterior and mercurial personality. She’d convinced herself that despite the way he often belittled Deeks, Kilbride respected his skills and what he brought to the team as an investigator.

Now, she was beginning to think Kilbride had used locker room incident as an excuse to confirm his beliefs about Deeks. And possibly use it as an excuse to force him out.

Squaring her chin, Kensi silently vowed to herself that they wouldn’t let him win. She and Deeks would tough out this rough period, and prove Kilbride wrong.

Bolstered by her anger and determination, she gestured to Rountree. “C’mon Devin, let’s go talk to the wife.”

***

Part 1

Part 2

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[psychadelickate]

NCIS LA - Callen: Blue-Eyed Hero

Imagine: Good looking Blue-Eyed Hero Word Count: 650 Fandom: NCIS Los Angeles Pairing: Callen Reader Rating: Teen Gif: Not Mine Requested: Anonymous Prompt:

The hospital passageway seems miles long as you race through it to the Emergency Room. You’d gotten a call from Linda, the head nurse in the ER to let you know that ‘good looking, blue eyed, hero’ was back in the building, and she was patching him up. Your heart raced just hearing the words. Sure, he’d texted you to say he’d gotten a few cuts and bruises, but nothing an ice-pack couldn’t fix. So, to hear that he was in the ER sent your heart and mind into overdrive. You finally see the internal doors leading to the ER waiting room and push through, not worried about surprising the other occupants of the room. “Where is he?” you ask and no one needs to hear his name to know who you’re asking about. “Cubicle six,” Linda tells you. “Also, it looks worse than it is,” she yells as you walk toward cubicle six. You slide the door open, gaze zeroing in on the man in question.

A butterfly bandage on his right cheek, a fist sized bruise on the right side of his chest and an ace bandage wrapped around his right upper arm. You glance at his chart and your gaze focuses on one acronym GSW. The anger you didn’t know you had building rears its head. “You said it was nothing serious! A GSW doesn’t count as not serious!” you don’t need to yell, though you’re are he can here the anger in your voice. “It’s not,” he tells you, “Linda was being overdramatic,” he says, a heart melting smile gracing his face. “Callen,” you start again, only to be stopped by another voice. “Uh, not that this isn’t entertaining, but I think I’m missing something.” Deeks. Marty Deeks, your brain tells you just as Deeks introduces himself and the rest of the team to you. Sam Hanna, and Kenzie Blye. “And you are?” Deeks asks you, but you don’t answer, you look at Callen. “Dr (Y/L/N),” Callen answers before you can. “Wait, I’ve seen you before, you’re the woman Callen was having dinner with last week and two weeks previously when I picked him up,” Sam says. Three sets of eyes turn to you. “Dinner. With Callen.” Deeks singsongs. “Guys, could you give us a minute?” Callen asks his teammates and they all file out the room. You move closer to him and he points for you to sit on the bed. You do. He pulls you flush against him. Your sides touching from shoulder to leg. He takes your hand intertwining your fingers. “(Y/N), this really isn’t serious, you can take a look at the file. Like I said earlier, nothing an ice-pack can’t fix.” You nod your head. You know he has no reason to lie to you. “Besides, I still owe you dinner,” he says, offering you another heart-stopping smile. “Callen,” you start, but he stops you. “Also, now that the rest of them know about us, they’re not going to leave you alone.” he tells you. “If they’re the ones watching your back, I don’t mind,” you tell him. “Besides, it would be nice to ask them about you,” you say and it’s clear Callen hasn’t thought of that. “Should I be worried?” he asks and you can hear the smile in his voice. “I don’t know, should you?” you ask in reply and he pretends to think about it. “Come here,” he pulls you toward him and you let him, until your forehead are touching. “I love you,” he says, and that’s a first. It’s huge. “Callen,” you start, because you don’t want him to say it just to placate you “No (Y/N), I know what you’re thinking and this past few months with you, I wouldn’t change a thing. I love you and I’m not going anywhere,” he tells you before fusing his mouth to yours in a gentle kiss.

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