Authors Note: So I decided that posting one-shots as a new story every time was a little stupid and time consuming. So this is going to be a long list of all my Nallen drabbles and one-shots. I am taking prompts so please feel free to leave on in a review or in a tweet ( EricLovesNell). You may have already read some of the first ones.

This first one is called 'It wasn't a dream' and is set to happen shortly before episode 6 season 4. And that is also where I got the name for this document. When Eric is questioning Nell about where she went the night before. Let's just leave Hetty out of this.

Disclaimer- I own nothing.

It Wasn't A Dream

He heard the soft breathing of someone beside him. He opened his eyes slowly, feeling the ache in his head from the amount he had probably drank the previous night and let them adjust to the dimly lit room from the moonlight sliping through the blinds and then let his eyes fall upon her. He smiled softly and eased back into his pillow not letting his eyes stray from her. She was there, Nell, in his bed and he was comfortable with that. He even liked it.

He lay there for maybe a few minutes too long, taking in the beautiful sight of her- Her now long auburn hair spread across the white pillow without even one visible knot, her fringe slanted across her forehead perfectly above her eyebrows, her beautiful white skin and slightly rosy cheeks, her perfect pink lips, parted slightly, the flawless shape of her nose covered in a few feint freckles.

Then there were her eyes, the things that had gotten him hooked on her in the first place. They had pulled him from consciousness. He could see them clearly without her having opened them. He was certain he had never made more eye contact on purpose with someone more than he did with her. It was all just to spend a second longer looking into those beautiful hazel eyes of hers. He had spent enough time staring into them that he knew that her pupils changed in size according to light surrounding her, that they got lighter in colour if she was simply in a good mood and they got darker in colour if she was in any kind of unpleasant mood. Her eyes were powerful and packed full with fierce intelligence.

Beautiful is what she was and she became more every single day. He felt strongly for her and nothing could change that. He just wished he had the guts in him to open his damn mouth and tell her that he may just be madly in love with her.

He couldn't understand the irony of it. He could stand in front of a murderer who would be holding a gun to his head and he wouldn't feel any type of fear but when it came to Nell Jones, fear was his middle name. He could not spend too much time with her without losing his control and acting stranger than he could ever be.

Suddenly his heart started to beat faster as he realized something. He was fully awake now and the aura around him was different than he had thought. It wasn't misty and comfortable. It was strong and felt real. He knew, he wasn't sure how but it was happening. Nell Jones was in his bed and it wasn't a dream.

"Shit," Callen said and then it happened and he wanted to give himself another bullet wound, he had said it too loud and the tiny intelligence analyst had begun groaning and shifting around. He was sure she was seconds away from waking up.

He felt his head spinning around faster than it ever had before. He had no idea why or how he got her into his bed. He also began thinking up ways he could get out of this. He would easily run for the door… if he didn't happen to be in his own house. He could wake her up and apologize for whatever it was that had happened in that bed the night before (but she may try to kill him for apologizing or for even doing whatever it was in the first place), or he could quickly get up and act as if she was too drunk to drive herself home (but she was in his shirt and she lived closer to the usual bar they hung out).

He had no idea what to say, think or do at that moment. She had woken up and he had frozen.

She shifted slowly again in the covers and opened her eyes, staring at the celling. He knew he had to do something but he wasn't sure what so he coughed soft enough just to get her attention.

Nell locked eyes with him and he took a deep breath, bracing himself for whatever the future held. She immediately sat up in freight and then stared at him for a few short seconds before saying his name, "G," and slowly (if at all) letting herself calm down. "How did I get here?" she asked slowly.

Callen chuckled softly while trying to get himself to calm down too, "I was wondering the same thing, Ms. Jones."

Nell stared at him for a while then laughed too. "My head hurts."

"That's probably because you have a hangover," Callen stated.

"And that's why I can't remember what happened. "

They both laughed awkwardly then shared another long and awkward stare. "Stop staring at them," Callen told himself, "They are just eyes!" But he couldn't, they were her eyes, Nell's. They were attached to the most beautiful person who had ever walked the earth.

"So what do we do?" Nell asked eventually. Callen continued to stare at her, "About this whole situation. I don't know what happened but it seems pretty in your face."

Callen laughed again at the awkwardness in her voice then spoke, "Well what do you want to do about it?"

Nell sighed, "We could act like this never happened or we could go on as it did happen."

Callen smiled realizing that she mentioned the other option and that could mean she wanted it to happen. "What do you want to do?"

Nell smiled, she was in G Callen's bed, looking at him, talking to him. She had the option to walk out of there and act like whatever had happened didn't but she wasn't too sure she actually wanted to do that.

After a while she spoke again, "It's a funny thing, they say that what people do when they are drunk is what their heart truly wants but their sober self would never allow them to get. My heart wants to stay here and acknowledge that something happened here, to build on it, you know, to grow more together from it. Right now my sober self has no option in this, I'm already here."

Nell caught the soft smile resting on Callen's lips and she reached her arm out and rested her hand on the side of his face, now staring into his beautiful blue eyes that had gotten her hooked on him in the first place. "I want to go on as this did happen, G," she said softly.

Callen continued to smile at her and stare into her beautiful eyes, "So do I, Nell."

And just like that it happened, that thing they were both afraid of doing for years, being together. He leaned into her and kissed her softly.