"I'll take a beer," Callen yelled out to the bartender. The bar that night was particularly busy, and it was hard to even think over the noise.
"Make that two," a woman said approaching Callen. "Mind if I join you?"
"Be my guest," G said motioning to the spot next to him.
"I haven't seen you here before," the woman said as she took a sip of the beer she was just handed.
"I don't come here often," G responded.
"Rough day at work, huh," she said staring straight ahead. "Let me guess, you're a cop. No. Special Agent. CIA? FBI? NCIS?"
Callen chuckled. "I don't like to talk about work outside of the office."
"Fine by me, but that gun you're packing says something," the woman smirk. She finally turned around to face Callen. "I'm Kensi. Kensi Blye."
"Callen."
"Nice to meet you, Callen. Say, want another round? On me."
"Sure."
"Marvin, make that two whiskeys please!" Kensi hollered at the bartender.
"On it," the man replied.
"So what do you do?" Callen asked, curious as to what this mysterious woman did for a living.
"I don't like to talk about work outside of the office," Kensi replied with a smirk. "But I'm in between jobs at the moment."
"Ah, I see," G chuckled.
The two drank and talked for a good portion of the night until both of them became completely drunk.
"Why don't I take you home for the night to make sure nothing happens to you," Callen suggested, attempting to be sly.
"I'll go home with you, only because you need the supervision," Kensi retorted, not wanting to come across as desperate.
"Haha. Ok then," he chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her waist. "Shall we?"
The two took a cab to Callen's house where things got heated pretty quick. They were hardly through the front door before all of their clothes were off...