A/N Before you go any further this is a warning...THIS IS A SLASH STORY IF IT IS NOT YOUR THING LEAVE NOW AND FOREVER HOLD YOUR PEACE...
I do have other stories to work on this I know, but having been incredibly busy with work and also being struck down with sunstroke, which apparently you can get if you spend 16 hours in a hot stationary car, (I love my job really). Means I haven't been able to write so I decided to post this on here, although it has been available for a few weeks on my website.
Disclaimer, I own nothing, Shane Brennan owes me (Stole my name and my life, lol) so I'm borrowing his characters mentally messing them up and will give them back eventually, probably needing medical attention.
G's Secret Heartache.
Chapter 1.
Sam watched as the two came together, not caring who was watching and Callen gathered his secret love in his arms, a huge sigh of relief flooding through him and he wondered how he could I have missed it?
He was an ex-Navy SEAL, he was a trained investigator and he had missed this?
He grinned despite himself, at least he and Michelle could stop setting G up on blind dates now.
Sam stepped back, saw the surprised looks on Deeks and Kensi's faces, and grinned.
"Did you know?" Deeks asked in a hushed voice, unwilling to disturb the couple.
Sam shook his head, "No but it explains the last few days don't you think?" he said.
Deeks and Kensi could do nothing but nod, their mouths open.
It had started six weeks earlier, Callen had come into work after being set up on a blind date with Joelle, he had been polite and they had talked. Truth was he did have a thing for schoolteachers and brainy types but it would have never worked out and he told her so and explained why.
She had taken it well, but when Michelle asked for a 1-10 score on the date, she felt bad but honestly had to, only give it a five, sure he was cute, but she would never be his type.
Sam looked at what Michelle had sent him on the phone, he couldn't believe it, Callen had crashed and burned on a date, yet he wasn't grousing, he was actually happy. He couldn't figure it out.
For the last year Callen had been a lot less grumpy, Sam had notice, but he had assumed it was just because he had discovered things about his family and was feeling less alone.
In a way Sam was right.
Callen had had one of his worst days of his adult life, he'd been so close. He had thought he'd found his father, indeed when the man said "I am Nikita Alexsandr Resnikov, I am…your father." His heart had leapt in his chest only to be crushed seconds later as Vasilie Comescu shot the man in the back in front of him.
He had stared at the man as the life left his eyes still looking for any resemblance between himself and the man lying dying on the floor, then the man spoke again, "Tell him the debt is paid."
Callen sat back on his heels in shock, it wasn't his father, but it was a man who had known who he was, and who his father was….the closest link he'd ever had.
Two hours later he stood and stared at the corpse of Michael Reinhardt, the closest link to having his questions answered when Hetty handed him the roll of film Deeks had found in the box of photos.
He had felt so alone, he grabbed the box of film and nodding to Hetty and Arkady who were sitting at the main table in the boat shed sharing a pot of tea, he'd left and gone home.
He walked home and put a few cartons of Chinese food on the table, smiling as he heard the shower in the other room.
"I'm home!" he called as the water was switched off, he saw the wet-suit hanging on a hook in the garden and smiled.
He dished out the Chinese getting forks out of the drawer and smiled as two arms encircled him from the back.
"You scared me today." The person behind him said.
"I'm sorry, it was… well it was just such a shock."
The person behind him sighed, "I know, I hated that we had to tell Hetty first and then she ordered us not to tell you."
Callen stiffened and moved away a bit.
"G?"
Callen turned and grabbed the person behind him and pulled him into an embrace realizing that he was crying.
"I don't blame you, E. I will never blame you…you know that right?" Callen said staring into eyes as blue as his own.
Eric nodded. "I know but…Then you turned up at the crime scene and we saw the explosion…I saw the explosion…I thought they were going to kill you…" he let a tear fall and Callen leaned forward and kissed it away.
"Come on, let's eat." He said passing Eric a plate watching as the love of his life padded from the kitchen to the lounge in nothing but jeans.
Callen stared at his lover with a smile. He was so lucky to have had Eric come into his life.
He sat on the floor as Eric took the chair, sitting in his favorite spot; in between Eric's legs leaning back using his legs as a backrest.
With years of practiced familiarity Eric tapped on Callen's shoulder and he lifted some of his food on a fork up and Eric tried a mouthful.
Callen laughed, "I never understand why you don't order this." He said
"I don't like it." Eric sighed, "But I like having a bit of yours." He said relaxing even more.
Callen leaned back, happy his plate resting on his knees, one hand on his lover's thigh and the other on the fork feeding himself, slowly he started to relax.
"How did you know I'd be here?" Callen asked.
Eric smiled even though G couldn't see it, "After all these years, did you not think I would know where you'd go."
"I suppose, but I did for a second think about going home." He admitted.
"This is your home G." Eric said.
Callen pulled away and turned to look at Eric who was looking lovingly down at him. "Only on paper E, out apartment in my home, has been ever since you asked me to move in. Hetty just insisted I have a house as an investment."
"We could move here?" Eric suggested knowing that Callen needed the familiarity of the conversation for a moment.
"What and leave your apartment, with those great views?"
"You know that's not why we stay." Eric said smiling at Callen.
Callen smirked, "Nope it's the lousy internet signal we'd get here." He quipped.
Eric nodded and his eyes darkened as Callen pulled him in for a kiss.
"Thank you." Callen said as he wrapped his arms around Eric. "Thank you for always being there for me."
"Always." Eric promised as he linked his hand with Callen's.
A few hours later Eric lay awake in Callen's arms having held him as he sobbed having watched the film with his father and sister and him as a baby.
He had left him alone for a while, but had walked out after an hour to find G silently sobbing in the chair.
"G?" he had said as he turned off the projector.
"He…He loved me, E…I had a family and I was loved…" he said the awe in his voice evident.
Eric smiled and reached out his hand pulling Callen to his feet, "You are loved G." he affirmed.
Callen smiled and pulled Eric to him, kissing him hungrily, "I love you Eric." He said staring into his lovers eyes with an intensity that he'd never felt before.
Eric nodded, "I know you do G…I love you too." Eric said.
Callen pushed Eric up against the wall and kissed him hungrily, "Don't ever leave me." He begged.
"Never G, I'll never leave you not as long as you want me." Eric promised.
"I'll always want you." Callen said huskily as he pulled Eric's head down for a kiss.
Eric remembered how they had got together in the first place.