A/N: I had totally not planned to do a sequel, or a multi-chapter fic, but many of you were interested in seeing where this was going, and so was I, frankly. And life has been stressful, and writing is cheaper than therapy. So, here it is. I have the first and last chapters written, but the middle is being a little more problematic. So, be patient with me! And most of all, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I asked for NCIS:LA for my birthday, but all I got was a card. Maybe next year.

The LA sun had just begun to stream into the windows at the secret headquarters of the NCIS Office of Special Projects, and the warmth of the rays through the skylight above her awakened Nell Jones from a blissful slumber. She sighed contentedly, smiling at the feel of strong arms surrounding her.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," a voice murmured in her ear.

Nell's eyes flew open with a start. So, it wasn't a dream at all. She really was lying in G. Callen's arms on the sofa at work. Memories of the previous night flooded her brain, and her face grew warm at the thought of the kisses they had shared. She shifted in his arms, and he brushed the hair out of her face.

"How did you sleep?"

"Mmmm...sofa could've been a bit less lumpy, but the company was nice," she smiled. "Have you been awake long?"

"I've been up since Hetty arrived earlier," he replied, smirking.

That jolted Nell completely awake, and she sat straight up. "Oh my God! Hetty's here? Did she see us? I'm gonna be fired! Why didn't you wake me?"

Callen grinned and sat up, pulling her into his arms. "Of course she saw us, she's Hetty. And if she hadn't seen us, she would have found out anyway, given her super-ninja spy skills. I didn't wake you because you needed the rest, and frankly, I was enjoying just watching you. You're kind of cute when you're asleep."

Nell snorted. "Sam must have hit you harder than I thought. But thanks...even though that did sound a little stalker-ish." She rolled her eyes for emphasis. " I enjoyed last night, too," she smiled at him shyly.

"Just in case you were wondering, I didn't get hit hard enough to forget what we discussed. Are you still...up...for this?" he gestured between them. "Because I really would like to spend more time with you...if you're interested."

Nell had never seen the Special Agent In Charge appear so unsure of himself. She was the one who should be self-conscious. After all, she had practically stalked him last night. And girls like her didn't usually attract guys like him. But for whatever reason, G. Callen liked her, and she was certainly not going to leave him hanging.

So, she leaned in and kissed him in a way that left no doubt as to her interest. "Definitely," she breathed as she pulled away, catching her breath. "But right now, I need a shower and coffee. The others will be here soon, and I want to at least face my death wearing clean underwear." And with a saucy smirk, she sauntered toward the locker rooms, adding just a little extra swing to her hips for emphasis.

Callen watched her walk away with a smile on his face. He had never met anyone who pushed his buttons quite like the pretty redhead. She intrigued him, but until last night, he had never allowed himself to think about Nell as more than just a beautiful, intelligent, bold, irreverent, caring co-worker. (Okay, so maybe he had allowed a few improper thoughts to slip through his conscious.) But then she sought him out, and he had let down his guard just briefly enough for her to not only tear down his walls, but completely destroy them. He shook his head. This girl would never cease to surprise him.

Nell was suddenly thankful she kept her own version of a go bag in her locker. Even though the support staff didn't usually travel, they did often get stuck working around the clock to aid in ongoing missions, so it was just prudent to have a change of clothes in case she pulled an all-nighter. She giggled to herself, thinking that she had never imagined using her spare outfit for this reason.

She showered and changed quickly, and stood observing herself in the mirror. She didn't look any different, so why did she feel so different? Maybe it was the smile she couldn't manage to wipe off her face. Or the blush that rose to her cheeks when she remembered those kisses. Checking her watch, she realized she needed to head upstairs, so she appraised her appearance once more. The outfit was more casual than she usually wore to work- skinny jeans that looked good paired with the harness boots she had worn yesterday, a long silk tank, and a shrug sweater-but the effect was acceptable. Funny, she had never much cared how she looked at work before, but now she wanted to impress the blue eyed agent who was completely inhabiting her thoughts.

She made a stop in the kitchen for coffee, but Callen was nowhere to be seen. Just as she prepared to head up to Ops, Eric entered the small space.

"Morning, partner! I brought bagels!"

"Eric, you're a god among men," she teased.

"You look...different," he observed, eyeing her carefully.

The analyst raised an eyebrow. "Different...how?"

"I don't know...just...different," he stammered.

Nell mumbled through a mouthful of bagel, "I'm just tired. Stayed up too late last night."

Eric's eyes went wide. "I know what you did last night," he said in a sing-song voice.

The temperature in the room went down a few degrees, and Nell stared at him, awaiting a response.

"Someone spent the night...watching the Doctor Who marathon! You really need to get a DVR."

Nell exhaled slowly, nodding, "Mmmm. Well, gotta start on that stack of papers Hetty left on my desk. You coming?"

After Nell had left the lounge earlier, Callen had considered his options carefully. It was only a matter of time until Hetty confronted him about the compromising position in which she had seen them this morning, and he wouldn't put it past her to try to stop whatever was budding between them. So, he decided that the best defense was a good offense, and went straight to Hetty's office.

He found the Operations Manager sipping tea and reviewing case notes.

"Mr. Callen- to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Settling himself in a chair in front of her desk, he watched her for a moment. "Nell and I have decided to start seeing each other. Outside the office. Dating," he clarified. "I just thought you should know that I really like her, and I think this might be really good for both of us."

He stopped long enough to focus on the fleeting smirk that graced the small woman's face. She quickly schooled her features back to neutral, deliberately put her tea cup down, and very seriously replied, "Alright."

Callen nearly did a double take. "Alright? No lecture about dating co-workers, or keeping it out of the office, or how we're making a huge mistake?".

Hetty regarded him seriously. "Mr. Callen, I trust that you and Miss Jones will behave professionally while at work, and what goes on outside the office is really none of my concern."

This was not the response the agent had expected, and he felt like he was walking into a trap. But he searched Hetty's eyes, and seeing no indication that she was lying, he nodded. "Okay." And he rose to head to the showers.

"And Mr. Callen? Please instruct Miss Jones that I will not be fooled by her use of semantics. Just because I did not specifically forbid her from imbibing in my Scotch does not mean she is welcome to consume or share it."

Callen grinned and shook his head as he went to the locker room.

If he had lingered one more moment, he would have heard a small voice laughing, "About time."