AN: New story, because there are NEVER enough Nallen fics ;) I had originally put this as a third chapter to my other Nallen fic, Just An Act, but decided against it. So, I guess Just An Act is kind of a prequel to this one. I'm not sure if this story is going to be a bunch of one shots, or a story. We shall see where the plot bunnies go.
And I wrote this during the LA Kings/Vancouver Canucks game on Friday night, where clearly the superior team won, 4-2. There are a few references to some "Canadian" ways, and I will get into that later in the story.
Oh, and, there will be some Densi and Nate appearances in this. I really want to develop and explore into Nate and Nell's mysterious relationship
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or NCIS: LA.
Callen and Sam are working out in the gym. "How was your weekend?" Callen asks Sam.
Sam shrugs. "It was okay. Saw some of my former SEAL buddies." Callen's not sure if that's code of an "a mission I can't talk about or where I really was", or if he really was with his SEAL buddies. "You?"
"Good," that was all Callen was supplying. He hadn't seen Nell since he gave her a kiss at her apartment door on Friday night. It was a relaxing weekend for Callen, well low-key some would call it, because Callen really doesn't relax. At all. Not in his world. He was still thinking about his date with Nell. He still couldn't really believe he went on a date with Nell. Intelligence Analyst Nell Jones.
Sam continues to punch the heavy bag and Callen is also punching another one. They stop when they hear the sound of bullets flying, coming from the shooting range. Both of them gave each other a look, but not before looking and seeing Nell Jones was behind the gun, shooting. They had expected it to be Kensi, shooting at something to take out her frustration of Deeks. It was a regular occurrence; both the frustration of having to work with somebody like Deeks every day, and the shooting range for Kensi.
Callen and Sam walk over to the range and walk inside when they see Nell has finished her magazine. "You shoot?" Sam asks.
"Well you have seen me carry a gun," Nell points out, as she slips the ear protection over her ears and takes off the eye glasses.
Callen punches the button that brings the target to them. He's impressed. "We just didn't know you could shoot so well."
Nell smiles at her good work and lays the ear and eye protection on the bench behind them. She clicks the safety on the Sig she was shooting with. "Guess you know now," and with that she leaves, leaving Callen and Sam staring at her.
"Damn, somebody taught her how to shoot," Sam remarks.
Callen is speechless. Sure, he knew Nell could shoot, but he didn't know Nell could shoot that well. And how did she get her experience? He's not sure if it's Hetty, or something else. It was another mystery to the mysterious Nell Jones. He had never pegged her as one to keep the cards close to her chest. And hell, she has a killer poker face, because he almost would have bought the living in Houston, bit. Callen really wants to look in her personnel file now, because curiosity has almost got the best of him, but he decides that would be ruining the surprise of finding out.
When he gets back, he's surprised to see her at the coffee station. He's never seen her drink coffee before. She goes and sits down at the computer, behind the bull pen because food and drinks aren't allowed in Ops.
A little thing people don't know about Nell Jones, is she's a coffee addict. Most people assume she's one to like tea, however she hates tea. And she's not a one a day, type of coffee drinker. She's a three cups a day, or maybe even a full pot of coffee drinker. And she puts obscenely large amounts of 18% coffee cream in her coffee. She doesn't mind the taste of Starbucks, but since growing in Idaho and Montana and relatively close to the Canadian border, she's tasted Tim Hortons coffee. And fell in love. So she gets her aunt to send her a can of coffee grounds every month.
Callen stands behind her, making sure no one else is watching. "Coffee?"
Nell smiles, a little embarrassed of him catching her in her addiction. "I might be a slight coffee addict." Slight coffee addict is an understatement.
"I've never seen you drink it."
"That's because I usually have coffee at home. I slept in late, and I only had one cup this morning," Nell explains.
He laughs. "One cup?" He did not expect Nell Jones to be a coffee addict, like him.
Nell shrugs. "It's my weakness. Director Vance asked me to work on something and I was getting frustrated so I came downstairs to see if any coffee had been brewed, but you fell down on your job. So while I was waiting for it to brew, I decided to go shoot out my frustrations."
"You sound like Kensi," Callen smiles and smells the coffee she has in her cup. Seeing her interested look, he explains further. "Shooting out your frustrations, I mean."
"Unfortunately, I don't think there is enough coffee in all of Colombia to make me happy or awake at this point."
Callen leans close to Nell's ear. "A little birdy on Twitter told me there is a Kings and Canucks game tomorrow night."
Nell laughs, knowing he's just making fun of her addiction to hockey. Then she thinks for a minute. "What are you doing on Twitter?"
He knows he's been busted. So he explains, with a little bit of heat rising in his cheeks. "Deeks has a Twitter account and it's pretty funny, so I have one just to keep tabs on him. I haven't told Kensi about it, because she won't shut up about it, and Deeks will just take it to a whole 'nother level and we all know he just feeds on the attention."
Nell nods in agreement. Good idea on keeping that tid bit secret, until later or if needed for blackmail purposes. "So what were you saying about the hockey game tomorrow night?"
"Maybe go to the bar and watch it there?"
Nell smiles. "Are you sure you want to be seen out with me, while watching a hockey game? I kind of…get into it a little."
Callen smiled back. "I'll be the judge of that," he replies and walks away. Nell is left smiling at her computer, thinking about their conversation. She chugs back the rest of the coffee that's left in her mug. She decides that she doesn't need any more coffee to keep awake or get her in a pleasant mood, Callen's conversation did just that.
Callen and Nell are in a sports bar, and it's pretty crowded because the Kings and Canucks have a pretty heated rivalry and its playoff hockey. Callen's not been a hockey fan much, but he can see Nell's obsession. A little. There have been many comments like "Damn it," when the puck doesn't reach the net. "Shoot," when the Kings are on a power play. "Stupid ref." That comment comes when there is a penalty called on the Kings player; it's followed by a resounding "YES!" When a Kings player scored shorthanded and the whole bar erupted into loud cheers. And an even louder "YES!" when the Kings win, 4-2 over the Vancouver Canucks. That comment is followed by a quick kiss Nell gives Callen.
They are at her apartment door, saying good night. It's late and Nell has had a… couple beers. She said they were celebratory beers, her excuse for drinking on a school night, something she didn't do regularly or made a habit of. Callen had one or two, but he had to drive the slightly intoxicated Nell Jones home. He doesn't really want this night to end. He had fun, but it's a school night.
"I had a good time tonight," Callen tells her, holding her closely.
Nell smiles, looking into his blue eyes. "Me too. But are you sure I wasn't… over the top about the game? I mean, I can get a little into it. Alright, a lot into it."
Callen leans down and softly kisses her, shutting her up. He pulls back and puts his finger over her mouth. "Just perfect." He's saying that about her at the hockey game, and that kiss.
Nell is perfectly content just staying there, but she knows she's had a bit to drink and it's a week night, meaning up early. They both know that. "I guess you should probably go."
Callen gives her another quick kiss. "Night Nell."
"Night, G," Nell replies and unlocks her apartment.
She's getting ready for bed when an unusual song comes on in her imaginary playlist in her brain. Unanswered Prayers by Garth Brooks. For a long time, she spent her time flirting with Eric and maybe even letting herself develop feelings for her partner. It wasn't really until Nate brought it to her attention, that she realized maybe Nate was right. She had been looking in all the wrong places. It was really Callen she had the feelings for.
Nell's not exactly a religious type but she can't help but think about what all the previous things she had hoped for and maybe God's greatest gift was unanswered prayers. Contrary to what a lot of people thought, NCIS wasn't Nell's top choice. She had a lot of previous offers, some more lucrative and high paying than a government job. But obviously moving to Brussels, Belgium wasn't in the cards or the plans. She was furious for a while at the events that happened, because NCIS wasn't where she wanted her career to go. But, now, she has moved past it, and started looking more towards to the future. Now at NCIS, she has an awesome job, one she would have never expected to have, she works well with her partner, and she's part of an awesome team, and now her new found romance in a very unusual person and someone she never would have expected to be attracted to or had feelings for; G Callen.
So, story or one shots? Let me know what you think I should do :)
