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NCIS Furious continues! :) This time there are 8 chapters that will be uploaded every two weeks.

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.:NCIS Furious:.

"Turn around, Mr. O'Conner."

Brian did as he was told. Thereby he turned his back on his reflection and faced Ms. Lange. The little woman contemplatively measured him from head to toe. Brian tensed the muscles in his hand to not rake his fingers through his hair.

"Very good, Mr. O'Conner. It is similar to your style, but appears respectable. I'll order some more similar pieces for you."

Brian laughed, "So you're going to deduct it from my salary? I can buy my clothes myself, too."

"Of course, you can, Mr. O'Conner," Ms. Lange gave him a shirt, which he slipped on. She pushed his hands aside, when he wanted to button it up, and rolled up his sleeves, "but you have a body, that shouldn't be hidden by these baggy pants and t-shirts. Wear muscle shirts and leave the shirts open. And no more baggy jeans! Slim fit jeans suit you, so you'll wear them."

Flabbergasted Brian looked at her. He didn't knew there were different forms of jeans. He wanted to respond, because the pants he now wore fitted kind of tightly. But Ms. Lange's eyes pierced through him and he quickly closed his mouth. Ms. Lange nodded satisfied.

"But I can keep wearing my converse, right?" asked Brian. Ms. Lange frowned. She went to a shelf and produced some black shoes, which appeared informal, but not directly casual. She pushed them into Brian's hands with the words, "These are permitted. Of course you can wear your converse at home, but when I catch you with them at the office, you can kiss your Skyline goodbye! Do you understand?"

Brian gulped and nodded hastily. Man, this woman was tough! He slipped the shoes on and tied them. As he stood upright again, he asked, "How are these things called? Just that I know what look for, when I need new ones."

"These things are called wingtips. Very classic gent's shoes. And now turned around so that I can examine the complete works."

Brian faced the mirror. Another man stared back at him. And it wasn't just because of his vanished dark circles around the eyes. He felt oddly fresh, considering he'd landed in LAX with the other three just three hours ago.

They'd needed a whole week in Miami to conclude the case with Verone wholly. Then his testimony against Markham had to be recorded. The last day they'd gotten free. Callen and the others had walked down to the beach to enjoy the weather. Whereas Brian had sorted out his affairs with Tej. His friend had provided his garage and now the Skyline didn't look as terrible before anymore. Some details were still missing, but Tej had promised him to let the car be delivered to a good garage in L.A. And they'd celebrated his farewell at Tej's, all together. Even the three agents.

Sam Hanna and Kensi Blye, his future colleagues, had lodged in a small, cheap hotel, but Callen had stayed with Brian on the houseboat the whole time. Brian reddened every time, while thinking of that.

And then Ms. Lange had ordered them back. In the middle of the night they taken off in Miami and landed in L.A. at around 4 a.m. The other three had been allowed to drive to their respective houses to shower and change, but she'd commanded Brian to appear before her immediately.

Luckily he hadn't been that tired and the shower at the mansion had done the last thing to freshen him up. Then Ms. Lange had declared she wanted to clothe him anew.

And now he stood here, in tight, gray jeans, black muscle shirt and dark blue shirt with new shoes (wingtips, he told himself) and didn't look at all like Bullitt. Even not like Brian O'Conner, if he thought so. But it suited him, so Ms. Lange knew how to do her job.

"Wonderful", Ms. Lange put a hand under her chin, "really much better. How is your shoulder?"

"Better, almost doesn't hurt."

"Very good. We have to think about a cover identity for you. Outside the OSP no one is entitled to know you're working for the NCIS. What job did you think of?"

Surprised Brian looked down at her, "Job? What do you mean?"

"Well, for any good cover story there has to be a cover job. The sooner you decider, the sooner Mr. Beale can put your documents together."

"What are the others doing?" asked Brian to look for some ideas.

"Miss Blye poses as curator, Mr. Hanna even was a sommelier one time. He has a certificate. And Mr. Callen works with stocks, according to his identity."

Brian lifted a brow, "G? With stocks? That I'd have never guessed."

"Oh, you just haven't seen him in a suit yet," Ms. Lange looked impishly at him. At that Brian reddened. He cleared his throat, "What do you think would be a fitting job? I mean-"

"What did you want to be growing up?"

Brian didn't want to give her the same answer like Callen some days ago: I just wanted to be out of Barstow. And never go back.

"Not policeman at any rate," he said instead, "I could pose as mechanic. I already know everything and don't need to learn anything new."

"Not a bad idea. I'll take it into consideration when I'm putting your documents with Mr. Beale together."

"But I thought I'd get to choose my job myself?"

Ms. Lange patted his arm, "Trust me, Mr. O'Conner. Did you actually already find an accommodation?"

Brian shook his head, "Since I'm in L.A., I've been here. My house will already be sold. I'll look for a motel or something for transition later, until I found a flat."

"Why aren't you sleeping at Mr. Callen's?"

Brian gulped. How much did this little dragon knew about him and G? That was scary!

"I don't think that's such a good idea. I don't want to impose on him in any case."

Ms. Lange lifted a brow and didn't seem convinced. Brian kept talking fast to not give her time to react, "Besides I'll have to complete the training at FLETC first, before I can work here, right? That means I won't be in L.A. for some weeks."

"I'll see whether you can circumvent the training. I don't think it will be difficult. I read in your file that were considered for the SWAT team because of your shooting skills. May I ask where you did learn that? Because police training doesn't include sniper training."

"A friend of mine taught me. It's not that difficult."

"And did your friend give you the notion to shoot with a HK417 Sniper? In our country this gun is predominantly used by Delta Force and SEAL teams."

Brian kept silent for a moment and contemplated. He decided to be as vague as possible, "He got me the gun and I handle this the best. However I left it in L.A., so it won't be there anymore."

Ms. Lange nodded absently. The ringing of a cell phone broke the silence. She nodded at Brian, took the call and disappeared.

Brian took a deep breath and raked all fingers through his hair. The paperwork was done, he had new clothes and a new life. He just needed his documents. Time to begin his first work day!

Callen entered the villa after Sam. His friend argued with him since thirty minutes ago. Since Callen had picked him up. And there was no end in sight, "You really got to start taking the freeway."

"I like taking the streets."

"No, you like being late. The freeway would have gotten us here faster."

"Oh, that parking lot they call the 10?"

"It's also known as the Santa Monica freeway. They have names as well as numbers."

Why should that interest Callen? For him it was just important to get ahead. And that wasn't possible on a freeway, where you were more parking than driving. Even right after the week in Miami something like that was disappointing. He now understood Brian better. After all his lover – where they lovers now? – had taken him to some street races. In some of them Callen had taken part. He'd won them all!

Okay, they'd been small fry, as Tej had assured him. That's why the won sums kept within bounds. Nonetheless he'd won the races and just had to watch out for Hetty. She consistently had it in her for him because of his driving style!

Anyway where was Brian? He should've been here since an hour and a half or two hours. Callen scanned the room, while still arguing with Sam, "Well, Olympic's faster."

"You never take Olympic before noon going west."

"What if it's a leap year?" they reached their desks. Kensi sat at hers, Nate at Callen's. Not a trace of Brian. Callen would query Hetty later. He faced his colleagues, "Sam here claims to know the name of every freeway in California."

Kensi was the first, "Oh yeah? What about the 8?"

"Ocean Beach Freeway", answered Sam.

Nate, "The 2?"

"Glendale Freeway."

Callen searched for a tricky one, "215."

Sam hesitated.

Triumphantly Callen looked at Kensi and Nate, "Got him."

"Escondido Freeway", this voice didn't belong to Sam. Callen turned around. Brian leaned with his right shoulder against the metal bars, the hands in the pockets. He smiled at them and Callen's heart skipped a beat. Any fatigue vanished out of his body and involuntarily a smile sneaked on his face.

Brian was changed. He didn't look as tired as on the day they met each other. And he wore other clothes. Better clothes! Tight jeans, tight shirt, open button down. He looked hot.

Callen guessed he'd to thank Hetty for that.

"Hello Brian", he greeted. Brian nodded back and looked insecurely at the other people in the room. His smile turned shakier, before it became just polite.

Callen had told Hetty of their relationship from the beginning (not every detail). He'd made it clear that he wouldn't end it with Brian, even when they worked together. Hetty had nodded and gifted him a smile. Now Callen decided to introduce Brian to their group. Even if Sam would have problems with him. No one wanted Dom Vaile replaced.

"You already know Kensi and Sam", Callen went to Brian and put his arm around him. The young man was totally stiff, but relaxed at his touch noticeably. Callen lead him between the desks and stopped in front of his own, "This is Nate Getz. He's our psychologist."

"Pleased to meet you", Nate put out his hand and observed him interested. Brian smiled blandly back and acknowledged the greeting.

"You seem to have already been in Hetty's clutches", noticed Kensi with a nod at Brian's clothes. Brian laughed, "She insisted to get me new clothes. And she wants to set up a new identity for me."

"Did you already choose a job?" asked Sam as he shook Brian's hand. The blonde shrugged his shoulders, "We talked about it, but she wanted to arrange it herself after all."

Callen began, "Did you already-", but the ringing of a bike bell interrupted him. They looked up to the balustrade. Eric rolled up to them on a Segway and stopped at the balustrade.

Nate laughed and Kensi asked, "Oh my God. Are you kidding?"

"Nice geek chariot", Sam shouted up to him.

"Mock away, bipeds", answered Eric, "but I've shaved 43 minutes of walking time that I can now apply to my work."

"43 minutes?" asked Callen impressed and looked challenging at Sam, "I bet he took the streets."

"Yeah, right."

Eric turned the Segway around, "I'm a firm believer that what you drive reflects who you are."

"I agree with you", said Brian grinning brightly, "Just: whom do you represent?"

"An avid data analyst, who relinquishes unnecessary walking to use his work time efficiently."

Brian nodded and gifted a salute to Eric, "You convinced me."

"Thanks, Mr. O'Conner. I'm Eric."

"Brian", and with that drove back into the OSP center. The other followed him. Callen lingered and took Brian's arm, "Hey!"

Brian stopped and faced him. His smile was as relaxed as Callen had only seen him in the last days in Miami. They'd been parted for just two hours, nevertheless it appeared to him as if there were worlds between Miami and L.A.

"How are you?"

Brian shrugged, "I'm just overtaken by the events. It's still unbelievable."

Callen locked his fingers with Brian's and laid his lips on Brian's temple, "Then let's talk later."

Brian nodded.

"Come!" Callen ran up the stairs, "Before the others are looking for us."