A/N; Just a short fic that was easier to write than the multi-chapter story I'm avoiding. Hope you enjoy!
P.s Now Beta'd by the wonderful Indigo Brown!
Disclaimer; Callen and the gang are not mine and I get no money fromt these stories. Please don't sue!
Callen had made many friends in his life. You didn't go through 37 foster homes without forming some kind of friendship with the people around you. But he had made very few true friends. The kind of friends who would comfort you, annoy you, laugh at and with you, and even die for you. Even in his profession these kinds of friends were rare. He had one before, Jason. He had only been a few years older than him, but had still been willing to die to protect him from their foster father. He never wished for a friend like that back then and he really didn't want them now. Because people who would do something like that for you, were people you cared for, people you didn't want to take that bullet for you, because losing them was far worse than losing your life. He may not have wanted them to be that kind of friend, but Callens team were exactly that.
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