Trusted My Training.
Words: 843
Couple: G Callen and Nell Jones.
TV Show: NCIS: Los Angeles.
Disclaimer: all characters and quotes you recognize belong to Shane Brennan and CBS.
Spoilers for 4x14 'Kill House'
Established Nell/Callen.

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Passing the tray through the car, G Callen chuckled as he listened to Nell Jones explain her mother's recent plan to get her back in Minnesota. Starting the engine the NCIS federal agent could only shake his head as the story continued.

"That's mean, it really is," she argued, pulling her styrofoam cup from the tray and sitting it in the center console, "She's trying to make me hate Los Angeles, but really, it's been nearly two years, she's got to give up some time."
"What about when you were in Venezuela, what did she think you were doing?" he questioned, smiling when she handed him his own cup.
"She thought I was working behind the scenes on a major story," Nell shrugged as she took a sip, "It sometimes makes me sad how easily she bought that story. Makes me feel bad that I'm lying to them."
"We do what we have to do to protect family."

The intelligence analyst shrugged again, turning slightly to drop the now empty cardboard tray on the back seat. As they pulled away from the coffee shop she continued, explaining that her sister called nearly an hour after saying she ran into Nate.

"How does she know Nate again?"
"She picked me up from the airport and Nate was with me, for nearly a week afterward it was all I heard about," Nell groaned, "When he was back in town a few months ago he dropped by mine and stayed for dinner. I love my sister G, I really do, but she's so obsessed with my love-life."
He laughed, slowing to a stop at the traffic lights, "I feel like I should be changing my phone number."
"Oh you're safe, don't worry," she assured him, "Just don't bring her shiny objects or move to quickly in her presence, she may bite."

He looked at her, a smirk playing at his lips. When she rolled her eyes and looked back at the road it turned into a smile.

"G, lights," Nell pointed out, nudging him slightly.
Turning his attention back to the road, he continued, "So, Heidi ran into Nate, in Los Angeles?"
"Nope, she's in Washington."
"State or DC?"
"DC," she clarified, "Won't tell me why, and I thought I was the one with secrets."
"Maybe she's taking a leaf out of your book."
Frowning, turned to him, "She's just turned 21, she gave up learning from me a long time ago."

Callen slowed down again, pulling into the backdoor parking for the Office of Special Projects building. He killed the engine, undid his seatbelt and turned to look at her.

"Let's just think of it this way," he suggested, "We haven't had a case this week, and we may not have one today, so since your sister isn't here to spoil it, we may finally get to have that date."
"We could have had that date, but you were the one who wanted Chinese or Thai all week and made me spend all those nights on your lounge room floor with chopsticks, surrounded by boxes that still need to be unpacked."
"Thank you for reminding me that we have to get change of address paperwork from Hetty," he groaned, leaning forward and cupping her cheek.
"That's what you get for asking me to move in with you," Nell smirked, "Don't start regretting it now."
"Not at all," he answered, pressing his lips to hers.

…

"Good luck," Hetty told the team, "The TRP's are waiting."

Callen nodded to his partner, moving to collect the large case that held their training weapons as their operations manager left the gun range. Half-listening to Marty Deeks who continued to question his own partner on the mystery box, he rubbed a hand on his neck and stretched it.

"Hetty still in here?" Nell asked, entering the area with folders clutched to her chest.
"Just missed her," Sam told her, nudging his head towards the other door.
"That for us, or is it more paint samples?" Callen questioned with a smile.
"For Hetty," she laughed, "But Eric and I are looking into the TRP team you're going up against, and maybe I'll have something for you guys later."

He nodded, in reply to both her and his partner as the ex-Navy SEAL told him they'll meet him out front. With a sigh he watched his team leave the gun range carrying three-quarters of their training weapons.

"Worried?"
He shrugged, "Just a bit. I know Sam is wishing just as much as I am that we had more time to prepare Deeks and Kensi, but it shouldn't be too bad."
"They're good agents," Nell assured him, "They'll do fine."
"This is different."
"I know, I know, they make Al Qaeda look like child's work," she smiled, placing the folders on the bench and stepping towards him, raised on her toes, "Go kick some TRP ass."
"Plan to."

She smiled a bit broader, kissing his cheek and taking the files before she left the gun range, Callen going in the opposite direction.

…

I guess this can be seen as a sequel to Not At Home but this is set throughout 'Kill House'. It won't stray from the episode at all, unlike Not At Home which was based off of a sneak peek for the episode, but this is just me shoving some Nallen in between the scenes.

So some of this may make Nell and Callen – or really any of the characters – seem a bit OC. These two always feel OC when I write them, which may have something to do with them not being canon (Yet. Yet. Yet. Yet. Yet. It'll happen. One day. In a parallel universe.) But I just felt like something was needed and here it is c:

Aim: Three parts. But there may be four. Let's just see how we go, yeah?

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