In the episode 'Tin Soldiers' season 2, Kensi reads Callen's 'fortune'. When she says "You love kittens, long walks in the rain and Barry Mailow" Deeks is shocked. Just how close was she to the truth? Callen + kitten = total chaos.

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Author's Note: Just watched this episode again. Glad I did as I nearly got the wording wrong and it added a couple of chapters to this story. Enjoy!

Author's Note 2: Thanks to those who reviewed my other story Sam's Biscuit. If you haven't read it yet, that's fine. However I do mention it a little in future chapters.


Callen was there again. On the street, looking at the woman who had been trying for the last several days to talk to him. After Gibbs left town and the case had wrapped up, he had decided to talk to her. He needed to unwind and maybe a normal date would do it. He looked back at Sam as the big SEAL was about to head off, only to be cut off by a van. He never heard Sam's cry, never saw the guns. The only thing he heard was "Meow!"

The noise woke him. The last thing he remembered was lying down on the couch at the new OSP office. At some point, someone had pulled the couch's throw over him. He opened his eyes and nearly fell off the sofa. Sitting on his chest, looking for all the world as though he belonged there, was a small, ginger fur-ball. The kitten mewed again, took a step toward his face and batted his nose; apparently not satisfied with Callen's lack of response. This time, Callen did fall off, taking the kitten with him. As cats do, he landed on his feet and vanished, racing toward a pillar and using it and the iron-work next to it, climbed up the pillar and disappeared into the ceiling.

Sitting up and leaning his back against the couch, Callen watched the little orange ball fly up the pillar and didn't see him again. "Huh. Well, that's one way to wake up from a nightmare." He got up, groaning slightly as he technically wasn't supposed to be back at work for another month yet. He put the throw back on the sofa and made his way over to the coffee pot.

Putting it on, he opened the fridge and saw, to his disgust that there was no milk. While everyone else was around, he drank it black, no sugar. But when he was on his own and first thing in the morning, he didn't like it that strong and the sugar hit would tie him over until he could get at the tootsie pops he kept in Sam's car.

Turning off the pot, no sense in it being on when he wasn't here, Callen got in his newly assigned car and headed out. He pulled into the nearest corner shop that was open really early and grabbed some milk, the low fat stuff that Kensi liked as he didn't want anyone to know about the fact that he drank white coffee. Kensi and the others, although Hetty was most likely the exception, still hadn't worked out that he was the one who used to bring the fresh milk every morning. Most often because he either didn't go back to whatever motel he was staying at or just couldn't sleep anymore and headed in early.

As he made his way to the counter, he passed the pet food section. Without realising he was doing it, he pulled a packet of kitten pellets, two small bowls and a carton of long life kitten milk off the shelf and placed them on the counter. The shop had a hot box and he realised that he was hungry, so he grabbed a couple of bacon and egg muffins and a box of doughnuts to share with everyone. He drove back to the mission and managed to hide the pet stuff before the others arrived. The day was uneventful, unless you count the numerous paper cuts they all got as Hetty had them catch up on paper work.

Callen found himself alone after everyone had left. Well, he thought he was alone until Hetty came down the stairs after making sure that Eric had shut down the upstairs computers. Callen was planning to leave the simple Thank You card he had picked up at lunch on her desk, but decided to hand it to her now. He knew that a lot of other people in charge of places like theirs didn't like their agents to sleep on the premises, so he was grateful to Hetty for allowing him to do so.

As the smaller woman was about to step on her stool and unhook her bag, she found it floating toward her. She followed the straps up and then along the arm that was holding it out for her and a smile graced her lips. Her Senior Agent in Charge had managed to sneak up on her, not something very many people could do.

She would have to find out where he had come from and install a camera there, as when she had checked the cameras a moment earlier, she was sure that she was the only one left. Then again, the others had been here for several months and hadn't found that blind spot, while Callen had found it within a few days. Perhaps I will leave it. After all, I know that's there is one there somewhere now and it might come in handy if Callen or myself have to sneak up on one of the others.

She took the bag from Callen's outstretched hand and nodded her thanks. She smiled to herself then noticed that Callen hadn't left yet, in fact he had waited while she had been thinking and was now following her to the door. "Something on your mind, Mr Callen." She was slightly surprised when he held out the card for her, but took it nevertheless.

"Just wanted to say thanks for letting me crash on the sofa last night, and pulling the blanket over me." It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now, Callen wasn't so sure.

Hetty opened the card and saw that along with the typed words, THANK YOU, was just her name above the sentiment and Callen's below in his unmistakeably untidy handwriting.

Hetty turned to look at her agent but he had vanished again. That was twice now; maybe she was getting too old. She blinked her eyes and was surprised when a tear slipped out and ran down her face. She hadn't heard the front door, so she figured that the younger man was still in the building. She left, calling out as she did "Do lock up when you finish for the night, Mr Callen."