Authors Note- Damn, I'm so excited to start posting this story. I've been working on it for quite a while now and I think I'm finally ready to start posting it. I have worked out that there will be exactly twenty chapters of this story. I've summarized all, written in ink 17 and typed 11. One thing I want to avoid is taking forever to update, it annoys me when others do it and it annoys me when I do it. I will update this every Friday.

This story is mainly about Nell as she is my favourite character on the show but there will also be a lot of Nallen.

Please leave a review so that I know what you all think of it.

Chapter One

He was feeling good. He'd spent the night thinking and re-thinking everything that had to do with her. G Callen had finally come to his senses and realized it wasn't just a friendship anymore. Friends didn't get as close as they were and friends definitely didn't have feelings like he did for the other. Friends were a complete understatement for what they were.

See, he had always known that there was a unique chemistry between them. He saw it in the little things that happened but he didn't spend much time thinking about that, he was also too afraid. Ignoring that, he started a friendship with her.

Over the last year, he and that short intelligent pixy girl, Nell Jones had become close, closer than he had ever been to someone next to his longtime partner Sam Hanna of course. They had spent most nights together either drinking in a random bar or cuddling up to each other while watching movies on the sofa. Their weekends contained walks on the beach or picnics in the park. He'd never enjoyed a non-working weekend before Nell, now he couldn't wait for them. It was just like they were a couple, except they weren't.

He was afraid of what he was feeling, he'd only experienced this kind of attraction few times in his life but for some reason he felt like this was more intense.

He got up from Nell's uncomfortable little couch and headed to the open-plan kitchen.

Slipping out of bed at the sound of her kettle roaring through her tiny apartment Nell Jones tiptoed along the cold tiles. She let her mind recollect the events of the previous night she had spent with the astoundingly blue eyed G Callen. He had showed up on her doorstep with tacos and movies as his piece offering. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary. She had enjoyed the time spent with him as always and snuck away from him sometime after he had fallen asleep on her couch.

Sitting on her couch and reaching for the TV remote Nell said, "Good morning, G."

He looked up from the two coffee cups in front of him and smiled widely seeing her messy hair. "Good morning Nelly, sleep well?"

"Something like that, why are you in such a good mood?"

"Look outside, it's a beautiful day. The sun is shining, birds singing. It's going to be great… Oh yes, here's your coffee."

Nell switched the TV off not being able to find anything worth watching, and walked over to him, picking up her coffee. "Yeah no, you're way too happy for my liking. Either you found some of my baby pictures or you answered a phone call from my nana again… either of which I do not want to know about so I'm going to finish this in my room. You can let yourself out, I'm not having you show up in the same clothes to work again because soon people will figure out where you've been and get the wrong idea."

And at that she turned away but Callen used this moment to stop her by putting his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him and placing a kiss on her cheek.

Callen smiled down at the brown liquid in his mug as he watched her turn a dark shade of pink.

"You're definitely not a morning person."

Regaining her senses, she shook her head and locked eyes with him. "You only figured that out now, after spending more than a dozen nights on my couch."

"No I did after the first one; I just wanted to bring it up again."

"Hum… well if you knew it after the first time then you should know now that your unusual good mood isn't making it any better, if anything it's making it worse."

Callen smiled down at her, not saying a word. She blushed under his gaze. She had no idea what was happening or what she should do.

Callen shook his head and smiled at her, trying not to let his nervousness show. "I've been thinking about this a lot; you and me. It's a little messed up to say, I know, but uh, I honestly think that we have something here. All this spending so much time together and accidentally falling asleep on each other's couches is complete bullshit." Nell said nothing but watched him carefully as he continued to talk. "You may think I'm crazy but I have no doubt that we fit. So I'm asking you now, Nell, if you would be so kind as to go on a date with me tonight?"

"Tonight?" Nell exclaimed, clearly in shock from hearing every single word he'd just said.

"Well yeah, it gives you much less time to think about it and cancel…"

Nell sat on the couch in her own home and couldn't help but smile widely. He joined her and she leaned into him, "It doesn't matter how much time I had to think about it, it will always be a yes."

They both shared a promising smile, knowing that the friendship they had was not only a friendship anymore. Everything was about to change for them and just as thrilled as they were for it they were also afraid. Time could do anything and they both saw what terrible things it could do along with the great and they both hoped that only the great would occur. After months of falling asleep in each other's arms on each other's couches and claiming it was nothing they finally were something.

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Nell walked into the mission a little later than usual; she'd taken her time getting ready, thinking about all that had just happened while Callen left. She looked around and sighed. She was back to being intelligence analyst Nell Jones and he was back to being special agent G Callen. Just another day at work. As she walked past the bullpen to make her way up the stairs towards OPS she heard the whistle of her partner; Eric Beale. He was the tech operator and also one of her closest friends. The rest of the team who were involved in their morning discussion got up and left the bullpen to be briefed on the next case in OPS. She winced realizing how late she was. Usually she'd be up there ready to brief them with Eric.

Before they could all reach the top of the stairs Henrietta Lange (better known as Hetty) stood in front of them. Hetty was the operations manager and the mother to the team. The little old woman pressed out a smile. "Good morning… Nell could I see you in my office please?"

Nell nodded hesitantly and passed a glace to Callen who shrugged slightly.

"Go on the rest of you!" Hetty ordered and the rest of the team did so.

Nell slowly walked back down the steps and towards Hetty's office. She had a good relationship with Hetty and she knew it would take a great deal of effort to destroy that bond. She still couldn't help feeling nervous. It was very unusual that Hetty would pull her or anyone out of a briefing. When she did it was almost always because the case was too personal for that person or she had something serious to discuss. She found herself searching her mind for any possible reason she was walking into Hetty's office. There was nothing abnormal about her family or past that could have to do with a case. She thought about Callen. Had Hetty noticed the friendship they shared and didn't like it? She took in a deep breath and sat down.

"How are you doing, Nell?"

"I'm… uhm, yeah I'm good… why?"

"You know I've spent a lot of time thinking about your situation."

Nell raised an eyebrow. She had no idea what she was talking about. "What situation?"

"You grew up in a loving home, a lot of siblings at your side all the time and parents who you had great relationships with. Growing up like that, with that bond is what a lot of people wish they had. You are still young and keeping you away from your family is unfair and probably painful for you."

"It's normal. I chose this job and I have to put up with the hours and everything like every other person has to."

Hetty sighed and pushed a piece of paper towards her young analyst. Nell frowned and picked it up. After reading it she shook her head. It was an airplane ticket to Ferndale, California- her home town.

"Hetty, I can't. Why are you giving me special treatment? You want me to go home for the week?"

Hetty frowned again. "It wasn't me. Yes I think that you deserve some time off to spend with your family but your father was the one who called me and asked me to get you home for a few days."

Nell looked down at the ticket in her hand again. Her dad had been calling her more often than usual lately and she was starting to worry. He was a strong man on the inside and on the out. He never missed her or anyone that much; or he just didn't show it. The thought that he was sick came back into her mind. He had been diagnosed with cancer two years ago and after fighting it for almost a year the doctors said there was no sign of it in his body, still he had to go for checkups. She'd asked him about it and he had reassured her he was strong and healthy, only now she was starting to doubt that.

"Hetty is he doing okay? I know he talks to you often so has he mentioned any health problems?"

Hetty reached across her desk and squeezed Nell's hand. "Don't you worry Nell, he just said he misses his daughter. Why wouldn't he?"

Nell nodded and shoved the ticket into her pocket. "The plane leaves in two hours."

"Then you better get going."

Nell stood up and then shook her head, "I need to tell Callen."

"Ms. Jones although Mr. Callen is the special agent in charge, I am the operations manager. I will inform the rest of the team. You go now."

Nell nodded, thanked Hetty, and turned on her way. There was no possible way she could tell Hetty there was something between her and Callen. She left the mission and boarded her plane without saying a word to Callen. She hoped he would understand. She hoped Hetty would explain everything to him properly. The last thing she wanted was for him to feel like she had forgotten about him.

She was on her way home, to where she had grown up, where her two parents and four siblings were. She couldn't wait.