Here is my first story one shot that occurs after 'Unintended Consequences". There will be a couple more to tie up the loose end I left lying around. This is sorting on the Callen/Nell mess I sort of maid.

I still have to do the Kensi\Deeks one shot, and the Deeks\Hetty. If there is something else you want tied up, let me know.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS:LA

G looked at his watch when he heard the knock on his door. It was just a little after 8 AM. He looked out the window. When he saw Sam standing there he knew that whatever was about to happen couldn't be good.

Callen walked over and opened the door. "What's wrong?"

Sam frowned. "That's how you welcome someone to your home? What's wrong? How about 'Good Morning Sam' or 'Good to see you Sam' or 'Please come in Sam.'"

Callen took a step back from the door. "Good morning Sam. Please come in." G waved his arm in a wide arc welcoming him in the door. After Sam entered Callen shut the door and turned to face Sam. "What has compelled you to show up at my door, at 8AM in the morning, on a day off?"

Sam debated easing into the question or just hitting G right between the eyes. He was at the man's house at an ungodly hour on their day off. Head on it was.

"What is up with you?"

"Uhm, could you be a little more specific? What are we talking about?"

"The way you acted toward Nell. You got into a shouting match with Hetty. Granger stepped on you in the middle of planning the operation so you wouldn't attempt to muscle her out. You shook her so bad, Kensi had talk her back up or down depending how you look at it."

"Volunteering as bait is one thing, but being turned into bait because it's the easy way to do things doesn't sit well with me."

"We've done it before." Sam pointed out.

"We done it to people that were already involved in criminal activity. We've forced them to move forward with a crime they were already committing. We've put ourselves out there in preplanned operations where we had control over at least some part of the operation. What we were doing to Nell is the same thing that Hetty did to Kensi. We were sending her into a situation she didn't understand hoping luck when get her through. I'm not OK with that. We shouldn't be OK with that."

"G, she volunteered."

"Really? She volunteered. When you were the new guy on your SEAL team, what wouldn't you do to show you could handle yourself? Did you ever say no? Once?"

Sam couldn't say anything. That first year it never occurred to him to stand down when asked to do something. He had hung himself out a couple times for no other reason than he was trying to prove himself. He had to admit that G had a point.

"Ok, I see your point." G smiled at Sam's concession. "But you could have approached it better. You should have talked to Nell privately, not had a screaming match with Hetty or forced Granger to cut you off in a brief. More importantly, it wouldn't have undermined Nell's confidence."

"Your right."

Sam was slightly taken aback. He couldn't believe Callen had agreed so quickly. He decided to push forward while he had the advantage. "I am, but you need to tell that to Nell. She will never admit it but she's going to think you don't look at her like you do the rest of the team. She can't have those sort of doubts in the field. You know that."

"Yeah. I do."

"So, Tuesday morning, first thing, you are going to have a talk with Nell."

"Yes, mom." Callen snarked.

"Great. Good talk. Now I'm going home to be with my family on my day off."

"Enjoy yourself, big guy."

As he walked across the room to the door he looked over his shoulder as he opened it. "You enjoy your day as well." And with that Sam left the room.

Tuesday morning came entirely too quickly for G Callen. He would have found it funny if it was any other harden career undercover agent nervous about talking to a twenty something analyst-junior agent. He was so glad that Deeks was still at home recovering. If he saw this, G would never, ever hear the end of it.

As least when he arrived at the Mission, not only was he first, but Nell was at her desk and not in OPS. He dropped his stuff on his desk and walked over to Nell's desk.

"Morning Nell."

Nell was pretty engrossed in the job she was working on for Hetty. She didn't even know that anyone had walked up until she heard him speak. It was Callen. She wasn't real sure she wanted to talk to him. The last several conversations with him did not go well. She was sure that this wasn't going to go any better. The problem was that she couldn't just ignore him. If she wanted to get back into the field, ever, she was going to have to talk to him, convince him, about the job. Also she wasn't that petty.

"What can I do for you this morning, Agent Callen?" She looked up after finishing her sentence and froze. The Callen standing in front of her right now wasn't the Callen she had had her last several conversations with. She would say he looked nervous, if she thought it was feeling he actually possessed.

"Can you call me G?"

Nell just looked at him with her best blank expression. She had no idea how to respond to that statement, so she just stayed quiet.

"Right. Look, I owe you an apology for how I acted during this last mission. I should not have treated you the way I did. You are an exceptional agent, an exceptional person, and I have the utmost respect for your abilities. I over reacted to the situation. I don't like using an agent as bait. It's what Hetty did to Kensi. I can't allow that to ever happen again. I didn't want it to happen to you." Callen reached over to the nearest desk and pulled over a chair. "I should have talked to you privately about my concerns and not acted like an idiot in front of everyone. Also, I shouldn't have made you doubt yourself. No one here does. No one here ever has."

"Thank you, G." Nell said very quietly.

"So do you except my apology." Callen wanted to be sure.

"Yes. I accept your apology, but I may use this against you in the future, if it happens again."

Callen stood up from the chair and headed toward the bull pen. "I wouldn't expect anything less."