A/N: This is a bit of romantic fluff that I started working on whilst writing another more serious story, trying to see what it was like to write the same scene from two different view points. So Chapter one, gives some background, from Callen's point of view. Then Chapters 2 and 3 are the different viewpoints. Chapter 2 being from Callen, Chapter 3 from OC - Emma
Would really like to know what you think of it so please review. Would like to know what you think about the two different viewpoints as well as the story itself. Who knows if enough like it there might be more.
Rated T to be safe, but if anyone disagrees please let me know.
Thanks to You-Shattered-My-Soul-Forever for beta'ing
Disclaimer: Anything resembling NCIS LA - not mine, the rest I'll take.
A Promise Kept
Chapter 1 - Prologue.
Ten years ago he'd come back from a mission with Special Agent Craig Jacobs. He'd been battered and bruised, nothing out of the ordinary. A bullet wound, sprained ankle, cuts and bruises. Jacobs had offered to his home for a couple of weeks to recuperate. He liked Jacobs and enjoyed spending time with him, so he'd accepted. After all, it's not like someone was waiting for him to come home.
Jacobs had a lovely wife, Lauren, who had mothered him, something he wasn't used to but gradually accepted, especially as she wasn't pushy about it. He also had two daughters, Claire who was just seven and Emma who was seventeen. Claire was like a little energetic puppy, too much energy for such a little thing. She threw herself into everything, not caring about the consequences. But then, she was just seven. Emma was almost the complete opposite. She had spent a lot of time with him, keeping him company. She'd do her homework and study in the lounge room, just so he wouldn't be alone. She had a habit of chewing her pen whilst she concentrated. She was like a quiet younger sister who you didn't mind spending time with. She had a sense of humour too, so they spent some time watching movies or tv together.
Then came prom night. Emma came home from school, sat down next to him on the couch wanting to know what movie they'd watch that night. Apparently the 'jerk' she was supposed to go with had dumped her for someone more popular and pretty. She'd been looking forward to her Senior Prom so much. He couldn't bear to see her miss out after everything she and her family had done for him so he'd offered to be her date. She'd looked at him for a moment before, almost simultaneously, her eyes lit up, she said thank you, kissed him on the cheek and ran out of the room. He'd chuckled thinking that at that moment she'd seemed very much like Claire. A comparison he was sure she wouldn't like. He also wondered whether it had been his imagination when he had felt a spark when she had kissed him.
But when she came down the stairs later, dressed and ready for the prom, he thought maybe not. She looked amazing. A seventeen year old had no right looking that appealing. He kept things light for most of the night, but at the end of the night, they had both been disappointed by what hadn't happened. He knew how her father felt about older 'boys' and his girls and he couldn't risk it. So he'd made her a promise, a promise he hadn't yet had the opportunity to fulfill.