Another less serious short story with at least two chapters. Enjoy!
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Title: Anniversary
Rating: T
Story Premise: Sam and G celebrate the anniversary of their five-year partnership.
Category: Humor/Angst Short Story
WARNINGS: None
DISCLAIMER: NCIS: Los Angeles and its characters are owned by CBS and the producers of it. I do not own anything, but if I did I would torture G Callen more and make him cry and suffer and have plenty of angst. I am grateful to CBS and the producers of NCIS: LA for their contribution to the world of entertainment.
My stories are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. This is a work intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by CBS and the producers of NCIS:LA. I gain no profit from the creation and publication of this story. I love to play in the sandbox with the characters and their lives. I especially love to torture G Callen. It is fun!
Reviews appreciated and welcomed.
Anniversary
The moment Hetty left NCIS Headquarters on the day of their five year anniversary, Sam and G breathed out huge sighs of relief. They eyed one another again and strode across the expanse between the bullpen and Hetty's office.
G opened the cabinet where his supervisor kept her alcohol. It was filled with more than her Scotch. "Have a particular request?"
"The best she has to offer our palates."
"Not particular?" He crouched down and examined the contents.
"No." Sam crouched down next to his partner.
G sat on the floor before the cabinet and removed all the bottles of alcohol and liquors.
"Liquors." Sam settled next to his partner on the floor and picked up a stout bottle of crystal clear liquid. "Let's start with this, Gran Patrón Platinum Silver Tequila."
"Start?"
"Yes, I want more than one taste of her stash." He opened the bottle and took a swig. "Smooth, fruity and woody."
G grasped the bottle in his partner's hand and pressed his lips to the top. Sam tilted the bottle, pouring the liquid into his partner's mouth. "I'll agree, a smooth liquor."
"The best in smooth liquor." Sam took another short swig of the liquor. "Wish I had some food to balance out the alcohol."
"Yes, and one of the most expensive liquors." G opened another bottle and took a swig from it. "The Glenlivet XXV scotch, the good stuff Hetty hides from us. Yes, I'll agree we need to eat something."
"And after this, she'll lock her cabinet and carry the key around her neck."
"Probably."
"Let's order a pizza."
"Delivered here?" G asked. "She'll have our hides."
"My hide is had." A wide grin spread over Sam's face.
He chuckled. "Too much alcohol already." G downed several more gulps of scotch, pulled out his cell phone, and ordered two pizzas one double cheese and one with all the toppings. "Pizza it is. Let's wait for it at the bottom of the driveway."
Sam and G strode down to the driveway entrance, bottles of alcohol in their hands and waited for the pizza delivery.
"Did you see Granger's face when he realized he had the wrong partner?" Sam asked. "That was priceless."
"The smirk which normally plasters his face turned downward."
"Makes you almost feel sorry for the guy."
"Almost?" G pointed to the stitches above his left eye. "What about this?"
"It had to be convincing," Sam said, "want me to kiss it and make it better?" He stepped closer to his partner.
"Don't you even—" He moved backward too fast and fell on his butt on the cement sidewalk.
"Want me to kiss that too?" He roared with laughter as he stood over his partner.
G chuckled. "No, I'll skip your first aid administrations." Sam offered his partner a hand up and he took it. "Thanks partner."
"I pulled my punches or your face and ribs would need more than stitches."
"Yes, I know, thanks," he said. "I remember the first time we used that scenario, 'bad partner, good partner.' I told you to pull your punches next time."
"And you thought it hurt then."
"Yes, this was the worst."
"I can kiss them and make it better—"
"Would you cut it out!"
"I'll guess I'll stick with administering the pain instead of relieving it."
"Did you kiss your little girl's injuries?"
"All the time and she says they feel better afterward."
"I'll pass." G smirked. He heard the pizza delivery van arrive and turned to pay the driver and accept their dinner.
They strode side by side back to headquarters and settled onto the floor in front of Hetty's liquor cabinet. After downing several slices of each pizza, Sam and G reclined on their sides with a bottle of alcohol in their hands.
"To five more years." G held up his bottle waiting for Sam to toast him too.
"To another five years, agreed." He clinked his bottle against his partner's.
They both downed a couple of more swigs.
"Here's hoping we can devise alternative scenarios when we get in a bind." G clinked his bottle against his partner's.
"Here's hoping I can punch you again."
G pulled his bottle back. "What?"
"Got you, man."
"You really want to punch me?"
"I like that scenario, we play it well."
"It's getting old."
"Maybe you're getting old."
"Watch it," G said, setting his bottle aside and shoving the pizzas away from them. "You're asking for a wrestling match."
"Too bad Deeks hasn't given you any more pointers," Sam said, setting his bottle aside.
"Don't need any—"
Sam pounced on top of his partner in seconds flat, pinning him to the floor and pushing the man's arms above his head.
"Watch the ribs, they are sore." G squirmed under his partner's stronger, bulkier body. Sam relaxed his hold on his partner for a minute, releasing his hands. It was all the time G needed to execute his first and final move. He twisted his body, turned hard to his right, and threw his partner off his upper body. G plastered Sam to the floor face first and scissor-locked his legs around his partner's powerful, muscular legs.
"That was one sly move."
"Sly as a fox."
"Got any more smart aleck remarks?"
"Nope." G pressed his upper body against Sam's back and wrapped his arm's around the man's neck in a chokehold. "Smart aleck moves."
"Deeks must've trained you recently."
"Nope, I watched some wrestling videos."
"Uncle."
"Give me a swig of your liquor and I'll think about releasing you."
Sam grabbed the bottle and pressed it to his partner's lips.
G swallowed several mouthfuls of the smooth liquor. "Now I'm relaxed and I've got myself the most comfortable couch at NCIS Headquarters."
"Watch it, man."
"Nope, I'm resting here for a while."
"This is about as abnormal as me kissing your injuries."
"Yes, it is, and you know you like it."
"I'm not into kinky stuff like you."
"That's gonna cost you at least five more minutes of my time." G laid his head sideways on Sam's back.
"Come on, man, do your sleeping elsewhere."
Within minutes of lying his head on his partner's back, his eyes closed and he started breathing more shallow. G relaxed into the muscular form beneath him.
"G?" Sam glanced over his shoulder.
G released his chokehold and his legs slipped from around his partner's legs.
"G?" Sam gently pushed his partner off his body onto the wood floor next to him. Out cold. He drank several more swigs of the smooth liquor and set his bottle back down on the floor. Sam settled on his side again and within minutes he too closed his eyes and started to breathe slower.
Thanks for reading. More to follow.