Hello there. I'm new to writing here. But I have been enjoying many of your stories on this site for quite some time and have been inspired by them. I love NCIS: Los Angeles, especially Kensi and Callen. Please bear with me, as I try to figure out how to post chapters. I hope you like this story, and please review if you have a minute. Thanks for reading!
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PART I: This is What I'm Coming Home For
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It was a cool, clear night in Los Angeles, and the lights had just been dimmed at the NCIS Office of Special Projects headquarters. It was late, and most of the team had already gone home. The office was quiet…and then:
"Mr. Callen!"
Callen cringed as Hetty called his name across the bullpen.
Kensi laughed. She was just packing up her bag and on her way out of the office, too. "You must be in big trouble," she teased.
Callen gave her a look and then obediently walked over to Hetty. "You called?"
"Mr. Callen, we must discuss your sleeping habits."
Callen looked at her blankly.
"I'm talking about sleeping on the couch here every night. Don't you think you should find somewhere else to snooze?"
"Hetty, we've been over this…you know I don't have anywhere else to go."
"Well, then, we must find you a place." Hetty adjusted her glasses and spotted Kensi heading for the door. "Miss Blye!"
Kensi cringed just as Callen had. She sighed as she realized how close to the exit she had been, but she turned around and pasted on a dazzling smile. "Yes, Hetty?"
"Don't you have an extra room and an extra bed?"
Kensi's smiled immediately faded. "What?"
"Mr. Callen needs a place to stay."
Kensi looked nervously from Hetty to Callen. "Hetty, I don't think…"
Hetty glared at her.
"Sure," Kensi surrendered. "He can stay with me."