Title: Sweet Moves
By: GirlOfSpring
Pairing: Nell/Callen
Disclaimer: The story is mine, the idea is mine, but the show, the characters and the music I refer to is all owned by their respective owners. And I don't own Doctor Who.
Note: So, if I am going to be honest this is the first time ever that I post something on this site. This is also the first time that I wrote something narrative this long in English, which isn't my first language. If there are any mistakes in here, I apologize in advance. I don't have a beta so this hasn't been checked by anyone. If you do find mistakes or if you have some remarks on grammar or something else, please let me know. It's the only way I could improve my writing.
Note²: The first song Nell listens to is Umbrella by The Baseballs, which is a cover of the song from Rihanna. If you don't know them, check them out, they are great. They cover popular songs in a more rockabilly style. The second song is called Just One Dance by Caro Emerald, which once again also is an amazing song.

" I mean, after all, how awesome would it be if you could travel through time? I would love to go somewhere in the past, somewhere important, and have a firsthand experience of how life was like. Or better yet, the future!"

"Hmhm"

"I mean, have you ever thought about what the future would be like. If you look at how much the world has changed over the last 60 years. Cell phones, internet, television.. Take-out!"

"Hmhm"

"Maybe in the future, you won't have to open the door for a delivery guy, but they will have invented some kind of machine where you can just type in what you would like to eat, and in a few minutes it would materialize, or something!"

"Like a food-jukebox."

"Exactly! And the guns won't use bullets anymore, but some kind of awesome laser you can adjust in strength. Can you imagine that? I mean, it would mean that after a shootout between the guys and some terrorists, there would actually be terrorists left to prosecute."

"Hmhm"

Nell was concentrating on the bright screen in front of here, not entirely listening to Eric's constant talking. Sometimes the tech honestly didn't know when to shut it. Her fingers flew over the keyboard while she pulled up one of the cell phone numbers she had been tracking for the last hours for Hetty. There hadn't been any alerts, but she wanted to check to be sure. No new calls made, so she minimized the screen again before pulling up a folder with pictures of a car wreck and started organising them in the correct location.

"You're not listening, are you?"

From the corner of her eyes, she saw Eric turning away from his own screen while he looked at her. She blinked once before she looked up from the bright images in front of her for the first time in a couple of minutes.

"You were talking about how there won't be any phone booths left in the future?" she tried, with the decency to look just a tad guilty about the fact that she wasn't listening. Her tech-partner just shook his head.

"Close, but no. I was saying that the Doctor has his TARDIS, which just looks like a police box and that maybe, when they ever invent a time machine, they will inspired by this story from the past a build their time machines in the shape of phone booths or something similar that wouldn't track to much attention when left somewhere while the time traveller in question leaves it to explore the past"

For a few seconds, Nell just stared at Eric without saying a word.

"That's what you were saying? Don't you think that a phone booth wouldn't be completely normal in say Pompeii in the year 79 AD?"

"Ah! But then, people would be too preoccupied to notice something out of the ordinary, you know.. Running from an erupting volcano and everything?"

Shaking her head, Nell smiled when she heard his counter argument. In a way, he was right, but still. Time travel was something abstract, something that according to here was something that would probably never be achieved by mankind. When she was younger, she had tried to wrap her head around the logic that would bring forth time travel and how something like this could influence a world like theirs. There were simply too many inconsistencies to find a way, at least for her, too make sense of it. And then there were still all the television shows, movies and books that introduced this topic, always varying in small details but never in a way that she could actually think that it could make sense.

"Have you ever thought about this? We live now, in 2012, what we call our present. But if, let's say in the year 2365 they manage to figure out how to travel in time, that's in our future. But for the people in 2356 it is the present, and for them we live in the past."

Her eyes had drifted back to her screen and she had started typing again while she spoke. But this time she didn't get a reply that in a strange way tried to strip her words from any logic. Nell looked up again, only to find a pair of confused, green eyes staring at her.

"What?"

He blinked a few times behind his glasses before shaking his head.

"Never mind, time-travel-grinch"

She laughed and shook her head, causing her auburn hair to fall momentarily before her eyes. With a swift move of her fingers, she swept it back. In the meantime, Eric had got up from his chair and taken out his earset that allowed him to stay in contact with the agents in the field at all time. Nell kept watching while he arched his back and she could almost hear a soft pop when he rolled his shoulders to loosen up a bit.

"You heading home?"

The blond tech nodded and turned around to smile at her.

"Yeah, it's getting late and my dinner isn't going to jump out of the fridge and cook itself" he joked. Nell nodded in agreement and, for a moment, put up her hand in a smile wave.

"See you tomorrow then. Enjoy your dinner" She still had some more work to do before she could finish up and leave. Eric nodded, said a last goodbye and disappeared through the automatic doors. Nell turned back to her computer and started typing again, silently humming to herself. She opened a new file and started writing the report she had been putting off for a few days now. She couldn't procrastinate for ever.

Without actually consciously noticing, she started moving her head in small movements to the song she was humming and even rolling her chair a few centimetres to the side in sync with the moves. This kept happening until she got a bit too excited and the chair maid a half turn when she pushed again, causing the screen the disappear from her view. She froze before a mischievous grin appeared on her face and she quickly stood. Without making a sound, she left the room to have a look in the general building to see if she was alone. The desks downstairs, normally occupied by bantering agents, were abandoned and it seemed that even Hetty had left the building. Actually, it seemed that there was really nobody else. Nell grinned and sneaked downstairs to the lockers, where she quickly took her pink iPod before returning to the computers she had just left. She found a cable, plugged in her source for music in the million-dollar equipment, chose one of her playlists and pressed play. It took a second, but then the machinery picked up the feed and the song she had picked started playing loudly in the room through the high-quality sound system.

Nell put down her iPod and, half dancing to the rockabilly tune, returned to her chair to get back to work.

~~~|G|O|S|~~~

Special Agent G Callen was sitting at his desk, staring at the documents in front of him. Hetty had returned his report on the latest case they had worked on because of some mistakes he made and he was ordered to correct them before going home, or else. He didn't want to think about the or else. Whatever his tired brain would come up with for the friendly threat, it would never be close to the real thing. Hetty was as unpredictable as they get.

With a sigh he picked up his pen again and for the fourth time, reread the paragraph he had been trying to grasp for the last few minutes.

"You still here?"

Callen looked up to see the male tech walking down the stairs, a hand going through his hair. He didn't wear his earset and there was a relaxed way in which he jumped down, skipping the last steps. He looked ready to go home. In response, Callen shrugged.

"Yeah, I have some work to finish before going home. See you tomorrow."

Eric passed the desk, pointing two fingers in a move that could have been a salute.

"See you."

And with that, Callen was alone again. For another second, he stared into thin air, before shaking his head and getting up from the chair. Maybe if he went for a short walk through the building, he would feel better. And on the way back he would get himself a cup of tea and then finish the work.

He pushed his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans and left the spacious room. He did a quick walk past the small shooting range and checked the storage locker where some idiot had left the lights on. He mumbled something under his breath while turning it off and closing the door, checking it once to be sure it was securely closed again. After this, he finished his small tour and quickly made himself a cup of strong, black tea and then taking the cup back with him to the desk.

Time to get this over with.

Sitting in the chair, he stretched once before taking the cup in his left hand so he could sip the brew easily while holding the pen in his right hand. He felt a bit more awake now, and he finally noticed one of the mistakes Hetty had been talking about. Shaking his head, he scratched the line and marked it, so he could find it when he would rework the file on his computer. He was about to take a new sip of his tea, when the blissful silence he had been enjoying for the last minute was aggressively disturbed by loud music, coming from upstairs. As he was just in the process of bringing the cup to his lips for another sip, he spilled his tea over the file he had been working on. Cursing, he jumped up from the chair. Damn, now was the file ruined. Well, he was going to print a new one, but still.

He put the now half-empty cup down on the desk and looked up to the second floor, where the music was coming from. A slight frown appeared on his forehead when he could finally make out the voice of the singer, who kept shouting something about an umbrella.

Eric had left the building, so there could only be one person who was listening to loud music that seemed to have ended up in the wrong century up there. Callen climbed the steps with two at the time and walked to the command centre. The doors slid open for him, revealing a sight he would honest to god never have thought he would see. The room was empty, except for the petite analyst with the spiky, auburn hair. She was standing in front of one of the keyboards, the chair she would have normally been sitting on pushed aside, typing away and staring intently at the screen where a whole list of numbers had appeared. In the rhythm with the song, she tapped her feet on the ground and even sang along.

Callen stood still, watching her. Since she was standing with her back to him, she hadn't noticed him coming in and the sound of the music had muffled any footsteps that could have given him away. The song came to an end and there was a silence for one second, before a new song started playing. The style had changed and in the back of his head a thought came up that she must have put some songs together to listen to. Whereas the first song had had a very happy sound to it, this song was a bit more jazzy and he wouldn't be surprised to hear it in a dimly lit bar with a beautiful women in low-cut dresses and men in expensive suits.

To his biggest surprise though, he saw how Nell started swaying to the music and he found his eyes glued to her small posture as her hips moved from one side to another in tone to the music. He couldn't look away to complete the image, for a moment Nell lifted her hands from the keyboard and with her whole body moved to the seductive rhythm.

His mouth went dry and before he could stop himself, he imagined her dressed in something a bit more revealing. Nell always had a very decent choice of clothing, never showing a lot of leg and arms and shoulders always fully covered, something that only now seemed so obvious to him.

Before he could make clear he was standing there, she had turned around in one of her movements. When she saw him standing there, she froze.

He was pretty sure she was blushing.

~~~|G|O|S|~~~

Humming to one of her favourite songs, Nell started swaying to the sound of the music. She had been wondering about the sound systems in here for quite a while now and finally she could try them with her music. If Hetty would find out, she would probably have a few things to say, but for now she would just enjoy this. She had been working all day long and she needed something light and fun to listen to while finishing up. She had never been much of a person for a lot of silence, at home also always listening to music.

Actually, she wasn't so sure about Hetty's rules concerning music. She knew that food and drinks were strictly prohibited anywhere near the very expensive equipment, but music couldn't actually leave crumbs or drops of fluid around so technically, it couldn't do any harm.

One last time, her eyes darted over the screen with code, finding nothing of importance before closing it and opening another one. Hetty had asked her to look into two brothers and find out whatever she could about them, so that was what she was doing.

A window popped open on her screen, saying that the other computer that she had been using to check on any involvement with police or other federal agencies and cross-referencing these with any known names she had come up with up until now. She turned around to go and check on the other screen and froze.

G Callen was standing a few steps away from her, just inside the room. The sliding doors had already closed behind him and she had never heard him coming in. How long had he been standing there? A minute? More? Less? She felt heat rising to her face and was deep down glad that in the room the lighting was always quite bad, in order to optimise the view on the screens. There was a chance that he couldn't see the colour tainting her face.

Neither of them moved as they kept staring at each other. Nell felt the heat retreating, suddenly replaced by another feeling low in her stomach. He was wearing a dark jeans and an equally dark button-up shirt, making her realise exactly how dangerously handsome he actually was.

What stood out were his eyes. They were trained on her, a hot fire burning in their depths.

Slowly the feeling in her stomach spread through her body and she bit the inside of her lip.

"Hey.. Sorry, I thought I was alone in the building.." She reached for her iPod and lowered the volume. In the few seconds of silence, she had felt as if there hadn't been any music at all, until it had rushed back in her thoughts.

She looked at the Senior Agent and saw the corner of his mouth pull up in a small smile.

"Well, I'm still here. Which raises the question, what are you still doing here?" Slowly, his eyebrows rose a bit higher, pointing out the fact that he did think it to be a bit strange that she hadn't gone home yet.

"Hetty", was her honest and simple reply. Callen nodded in understanding.

"Work, huh" She smiled slowly, still not entirely sure about how to behave herself. After all, he had seen her dance.

There was another second of silence before Callen grinned and stepped back to the doors.

"Good, I'll leave you to it then." The doors slid open, but he stood still in the doorway before turning around to take a last look at the analyst. He grinned and with his hand he gestured to the iPod that was now lying abandoned on the desk.

"Interesting music choice, but it's good" He lowered his hand and teasingly winked once, surprising them both.

"And some sweet moves, too"

Then she was left alone in the command centre, the doors separating her from the devilishly handsome agent. She kept staring at the doors, before violently shaking her head once to get him out of her head. She sank back in the chair and slowly started typing again to finish her work and go home, all the while with one thought stuck in her head.

The glint she had seen in his eyes. The hungry fire that had burned straight to her core. She had imagined it. It had just been the effect of the bluish computer screens, that had given his already blue eyes the fierce blaze she had seen for the first time today.

~~~|G|O|S|~~~

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