A/N: First off, to whoever is reading this, thank you for reading this story! It means a lot.

This is a new story I am posting, and depending on if people like it, I will continue to write it.

It's just an idea I had that sort of wouldn't leave me alone, haha

As always, Comments/reviews are appreciated and welcomed.

Disclaimer: I do not, I repeat, I do not own any of the NCIS or NCIS: Los Angeles characters in this story. All the credit of NCIS and NCIS: Los Angeles goes to the one and only Shane Brennan

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(Los Angeles)

(At NCIS: OSP Headquarters)

(Callen's P.O.V.)

I walked into the NCIS building and headed toward the bull pen.

"You're just jealous." I heard Deeks say.

I stopped in the doorway to the bull pen and saw Deeks, Kensi, and Sam were sitting at their desk.

"Impossible." Sam said. "There's no way I'll EVER be jealous of anyone. Especially you."

"What's going on here?" I asked confused.

"Deeks thinks Sam's jealous of him because he's living the 'player' life." Kensi said, using air quotes around 'player'.

"Which, I'm not." Sam said. "I'm very happily married."

"It's true." I said, as I headed toward my desk. "Sam is happy being married."

"I don't doubt that." I heard Deeks say. "Which brings me to my next question…..Why aren't YOU married?"

I dropped my bag on the ground as I tensed up.

"Callen will probably NEVER get married." I heard Kensi say.

"He was married once." I heard Sam point out to them.

"Oh yeah, that's true." Deeks said, as I turned around to face them. "But that didn't work out."

"True." Sam said.

"Do you think you will EVER get married again?" Kensi asked me.

I just stared at the three of them.

Then, I walked passed Deeks desk and headed into the kitchen.

"Callen?" I heard Deeks say, once I reached the coffee pot.

I ignored him, and poured myself some coffee into a cup.

Then, I walked back over to my desk, and sat down in my chair. Fully aware of Sam, Kensi, and Deeks watching me.

After I took a sip of my coffee, I asked:

"Why are you guys talking about marriage all of a sudden?"

"It just came up." Kensi said. "So….Will you ever get married again?"

I pondered her question for a moment. Then I asked:

"What if I told you I was married right now?"

Sam, Deeks, and Kensi all looked at me wide eyed as I took another sip of my coffee.

"No." Deeks said, slowly.

"Not possible." Kensi said, clearly not believing me.

I looked directly at Sam who was studying me. Clearly trying to tell if I was telling the truth.

I smirked at him.

"No." Sam said, positively. "I would know if you were."

"Are you sure about that?" I asked. Challenging him.

Sam studied me once more as I took another sip of my coffee.

"Very sure." Sam said positively.

"If you say so." I said, as I put my cup down on my desk and opened my laptop.

I'm not going to lie, I was pretty amused right now.

"I agree with Sam." I heard Kensi say, as I turned my computer on. "We would know if you were married. I mean….There would be furniture in your house."

"Ever thought maybe Mrs. Callen doesn't mind not having furniture?" I asked, looking at her.

"No." Kensi said. "Girls like furniture. No girl likes sleeping on the floor unless she has to."

"Plus, you went out on a date with a girl a week ago." Sam said. "You're DEFINITELY not married…HA!"

I just laughed and shook my head.

Deeks then asked Kensi something, in which, I tuned them out as I got lost in my own thoughts.

Little did they know, I was married.

In fact, I thought about her every day.

I always wonder what she is doing. How she is.

It has been a long time since I saw her.

We still kept in touch. The last time I talked to her was a couple nights ago on the phone after I got home from work and turning down going out for drinks with the team.

We were friends. In fact, we were always friends.

Ever since the first day we worked together at the FBI.

Getting married though, wasn't something we planned.

Just then, I heard the all too familiar whistle pulling me out of my thoughts.

I looked were the noise came from and saw Eric at the top of the second set of stairs.

"We got a case lady and gents." Eric said.

Then, Deeks, Sam, Kensi, and I got up out of our seats, and headed toward the stairs.