Moments of Mr and Mrs G Callen

Desk Duty

He pushed open the door tentatively taking a deep breath readying himself for what he knew was to come. Shutting it quietly behind him he pulled off his heavy jacket and hung it up behind the door before moving down the carpeted hall. He could see the teams smirking faces in the back of his mind as they had all formed when he had said that he was leaving for the day all of them not envious at all of Callen's next job after the long day that they had had.

"Hope your couch is comfier than the one here G" Sam had called after him to which he had acknowledged with a simple glare before he had left the covert building hidden deep in a rundown neighbourhood of windy streets and abandoned houses.

When Callen walked into the large lounge and kitchen area he felt a familiar warm feeling spread through his chest as his eyes took in the sight before him. She lay on the couch on her side one arm folded beneath her head while the other lay limply over her stomach. Her eyes were closed and the sunlight that filtered through the window made her tanned skin shimmer. He couldn't help the grin that crept onto his lips and he let his bag slide of his shoulder placing it softly on the ground before moving towards her. He crouched down beside her and lifted his hand to brush back one of her chocolate brown curls that had escaped from the clip she held her hair back with,

"Don't touch me" He froze in shock his arm suspended in mid air and when her eyes snapped open he could see the anger in them. The anger, he reminded himself, that he had completely expected. The anger that made her brown eyes sparkle distracting him from the glare that he was supposed to be worried about,

"G" Her sharp voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he retracted his hand as she sat up with a small amount of effort,

Without another word she stood up and walked around him towards the kitchen without so much as a hello. It hurt, he would admit it. He felt a sharp blow to the stomach. They rarely fought, hardly ever actually fought. Sure they disagreed, had arguments but they never really fought. So of course it bothered him.

He stood and followed the woman catching sight of the stone that sparkled as the sun caught it. The stone attached to the golden band he had slid onto her finger almost two years before. Looking down at his own finger he observed his matching thicker band minus the diamonds of course. When he looked back up he gulped seeing her glaring at him once again and forced the smile that had reformed on his lips away,

"Kens" But her glare just intensified as she took another sip of water holding her hand up at him. And for a moment he wanted to laugh. He wanted to laugh and hold her and kiss her because at that moment she was the most beautiful and most comical thing he'd ever seen. He knew she couldn't be angry with him, not really. She had no real grounds to be upset with him not that she would ever admit it. They were both to stubborn for their own good.

"Love" He tried again and this time the scathing look caused him to hear Sam's words again and glance back towards their couch where he knew there was a high possibility he would sleeping that night.

"Don't talk to me I'm angry at you" She stated and he nodded having learned over the last couple of months that the worst thing he could do was to disagree with her.

"You can take the couch tonight Callen" She said coldly the unforgiving anger laced in her voice. But he wasn't happy with that and he certainly wasn't going to spend the night without her. It wasn't something they'd done once in the past two years. Not unless they'd had to. Unless one of them was undercover somewhere or they had pulled an all nighter at work. Apart from those few exceptions they'd spent every night wrapped up in each other neither wanting to be anywhere else.

It wasn't going to change now.

The senior agent followed the female, junior one to their bedroom where she began to pull the top she was wearing from her frame. He grinned, thanking the heavens that she had her back turned to him, when she got her arms stuck and after a few seconds of her struggling he crossed the room tugging the offending item over her head, only to be met with the same glare as before. Once she'd pulled on a more comfy attire as she had been doing each night she'd gotten home from work she turned back to the doorway ready to leave. Only to be met with her husband who wasn't planning on moving anytime soon.

He didn't fail to realise that the fact that she hadn't yet changed meant that she'd fallen asleep as soon as she'd arrived home from the OSP building which she'd left in a huff while he and Sam had been at the boatshed questioning a suspect. Deek's had been quick to inform them however that she'd made quite the show storming down the stairs with Hetty calling her back from the balcony above.

He also couldn't help but notice it was one of his shirts she had pulled over her head. The one that she had claimed as her own that fell to her mid thigh that looked mighty good on her and that made it even harder to take the irritated woman seriously.

"Move" she commanded irately but he shook her head watching her eyes narrow dangerously and was glad that he had seen her gun lying on the oak dinner table along with her phone and her keys before he had followed her up the hall.

"Move" She repeated more forcefully but it was about as successful as the first time she had made her request. Finally she gave in and threw her hands up looking at him furiously,

"Desk duty Callen...Desk duty!" he just watched her knowing that she'd be able to tell simply by looking at him that he had been deadly serious when he'd told Hetty that he thought it was time for his wife to ease up on the fieldwork. Sure he probably should have talked it through with her first but he knew there was no way he'd ever get her to agree.

But then she surprised him, as she did a lot, and he frowned as he watched the anger in her eyes evaporate being replaced by sadness and exhaustion the latter which he had been seeing in her far too often which had made him decide in the first place to lighten her work load a little.

"My jobs what I live for G, you know that. It's what we both live for. It's who we are. You can't take that away from me" she said quietly and his heart swelled taking in the sight of her eyes filling with tears. She turned from him and trudged into their ensuite standing at the vanity. He followed her once again and resisted her as she tried to pull away when he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"You're wrong Kens" and even he was shocked with his words for a moment cursing himself but he ploughed on before she could get even more upset with him.

"I used to live for work love and yeah it is who we are but I'm so much more now Kens, we're so much more. And now I live for more than work and I'm not going to let anything take that away from me Kensi" He spoke to her holding her gaze in the mirror with his arms still wrapped around her. Even though he'd seen her cry more in the last three weeks than in their whole relationship he still wasn't immune to the horrible feeling that consumed him whenever he saw the salty drops roll down her cheeks.

"G I didn't mean—" But he cut her off as he gently spun her around and silenced her with a finger on her lips.

"I know" he whispered and then he replaced his finger with his lips in a gentle kiss. When he pulled back he wiped her tears from her faintly flushed cheeks with his thumbs.

"I'm sorry I wasn't really angry with you I'm just not used to being so...useless" his heart ached with her last word and he could feel her frustration with herself. She didn't want to slow down, she didn't want to stop working and she wasn't used to having to take care of herself so carefully. She didn't know how. Callen kissed her once more before replying,

"You're definitely not useless Kens you've got the most important job of all" And her eyes shined once again but this time with happiness as a smile spread across her lips. Their hands met each other's his laying over the top of hers beneath the hem of his shirt on the soft skin of her stomach and she knew that as far as her husband and best friend was concerned she was doing the most important job in the world.

As her hand gently cupped over her slightly rounded stomach she leaned into his arms letting herself relax for the first time in days knowing that she wasn't useless and helpless or feeble and vulnerable like she had been thinking. Instead she was still the strong and independent Agent Kensi Blye that she had always been and her body warmed as she caught her husband looking down at her tenderly and knew that he had been right all along.

Not that she would ever admit it.

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There we go...wanted to write some Callen/Kensi fluffy happiness I hope you enjoy! I think I'll write some more like this they make me happy...

Let me know if you think I should continue?

If I do it'll probably be random moments from Kensi and Callen's life while she's pregnant and they prepare for their baby and maybe afterwards? : ) Anywho let me know what you think about it!

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