A/N: Well here is my first official contributation to the Sierra/Miranda verse written/collabed on by me and GothMaureen. The main fic is Skulls and Rainbows, which is on GothMaureen's page, so i sincerly suggest you go check that out before reading any farther, if you haven't already.
Kay. Officialness over...
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Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, or NCIS L.A. GothMaureen owns Miranda Heartly, although she doesn't appear here, and I own Sierra Manning. Kapeesh? Good job.
Summary: Pre-fic. Sierra and Callen danced around each other for two years.
ONWARDS.
All for You
a series of shorts set in the (sierra/miranda) 'verse.
rain.
It was pouring down, wetting her hair, and clinging to her clothes. Still, she couldn't complain cause she was in this mess with Callen-strong, quick-willed, sexy Callen. They were crouched next to each other, trading those last rays of body heat and she couldn't help but think how pretty those raindrops made his eyelashes look.
Then he leaned in, mouth pressed against her ear as he whispered, "Tjink they're gone?" against her skin.
She swallowed and tried not to think of how intimate this situation was as she replied, "Probably. Should wait out this storm anyway."
She felt his smirk. "Exactly what I was thinking." then he retreated two inches away, and she felt cold again.
t-shirts.
She didn't know what had prompted her to grab this shirt, of all shirts-she had a closet filled with nothing but jeans and tees, and she'd picked this one.
The front read, in bold letters, SINGLE. with a tiny script at the bottom that read "Wanna change that?"
She had nearly wanted to die when Callen's eyes took in her attire, and the look in his eyes when she'd opened her mouth was the only thing that kept her from ripping him a new one.
That look had read, "I definately want to change that."
hot chocolate.
During the spring and summertimes, Sierra always turned down coffee or tea. As soon as fall set in, she'd crack open a tub of insta-coccoa and would be in bliss.
It was one of the days when she wasn't the first when in when she found it-a cup filled with coccoa, and a note that read WE'RE UPSTAIRS. she'd nearly bounced up the stairs, and remained glued to Callen's side for the entire meeting.
stakeout.
She hadn't understood why the four of them had to do this stakeout together; after all, surely two was enough.
But here they were, holed up together, pressed against one another. They were all sweaty and gross and Sierra thought of how unfair it was that whenever she and Callen were alone, she was gross.
"Amything yet?" Her voice sounded quiet, wrong, terrible.
"He left the building..."
Kensi's voice sounded in her ear. "I've got him."
"I'm picking up Sligh," Sam said. "You two keep an eye on the place."
"Got it," She sighed, feeling to close too Callen.
He gave her a look that sent chills down her spine, and refused to spare her a glance the rest of the stakeout.
lights and shine.
It was the annual NCIS country-wide bash, and, of course, they'd been invited. They were Vance's pet branch.
She and Kensi'd been whisked away by Hetty three hours before the bash. Dresses were pulled on and off, shoes tried on, and makeup dusted on. Sierra ended up wearing a knee-length shimmery purple halter dress with a white belt, and graceful white wedge-heels. Her hair fell around her shoulders in beautiful ringlets. Kensi was in a red halter.
"This is ridiculous," Kensi sighed, tugging at her dress. Sierra sighed, scanning around for her fellow coworkers.
Callen appeared behind them without a warning, and Sierra nearly fell, his grip on her arm the only thing keeping her up.
"Very clumsy for a special agent," He murmured in her ear, near dragging her onto the dance floor.
"You scared me," She said, stepping into dance with him. "These heels aren't helping me...I'm surprised you're not off with some probie."
"They're eyeing me like hawks. You're the only female I feel comfortable dancing with." he spun her gracefully in a circle.
She smiled, melted into his hold, and knew she was the envy of every other girl in the room.
forgetting.
Erik was the first; he'd asked her out to drinks, at this tiny bungalow place that was low key, just the kind of thing she looked for in a first date. They'd laughed, played in the surf, and dried off on the sand. It was perfect.
But Erik wasn't Callen.
Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, from the D.C district, was next. She'd been out in DC to help the headquarters, and when he asked her in to a movie and popcorn, she didn't refuse.
He wasn't Callen.
She skipped through civilian after civilian until she gave up; they just weren't Callen and she didnt think she wanted anyone else.
A/N: The first six in what is a series of eighteen shorts, followed up by a short called All For Dark, which will be posted here as well. Give me, Sierra, and Maureen luvs and reviews?
...You know you want to!
~An Order of RAWR