It was a gorgeous spring day in Washington, D.C. The little bistro near the George Washington University campus was busy but it was usually easy to get a table outside. She watched the people bustle to and from during the lunch hour. This was one of her favorite times to simply observe.
She sensed rather than saw the man approaching. His stride, she knew, would be determined and purposeful. He wasn't trying to approach with stealth; he wanted her to know he was close by. There was no pretense as he dropped into the empty seat at her table.
"Gibbs." She stated.
"Callie." He replied, the slightly enigmatic smile curving his lips. "It's been a while."
"Five years." Was her flat response. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, "What do you want, Gibbs?"
He chuckled, "Never any pretense with you, was there, Callie?" His semi-pleasant demeanor changed instantly. Suddenly, Gibbs was serious as he leaned in across the table, "I'm here on business."
"I don't do that kind of business anymore," Callie replied, again with a flat edge to her tone.
"I know. That's why I'm here, personally, Callie."
She looked into Gibb's familiar face, searching his eyes and body language for any hint of insincerity as he finished his statement, "I need you."
