Trusted My Training.
Words:
1211
Couple:
G Callen and Nell Jones.
TV Show:
NCIS: Los Angeles.
Disclaimer:
all characters and quotes you recognize belong to Shane Brennan and CBS.
Spoilers for 4x14 'Kill House'
Established Nell/Callen.

"Eric, I wanna see the video cameras from this restaurant."
"Closed-circuit network, no access," Eric Beale replied instantly, hesitantly adding, "But, there might be a solution," he gave his partner a nervous glance, "I'll keep you guys posted."

He leant back towards the computer and turned the com-link off, sighing before turning to face Henrietta Lange and Owen Granger.

"There might be a way, Mr. Beale?" Granger questioned.
"If Nell or I went with Callen or Sam to the scene, we may be able to find a way into the cameras," he explained, "Nell would be the better option, but-"
"But Mr. Callen will be hesitant in letting her, or you for that matter, go out into the field," Hetty finished, "Miss Jones, if you could talk to him? Keep working on finding that leak, Mr. Beale."

He nodded, watching the two of them leave the ops center. Frowning he looked back towards the women at his side.

"I should probably call Callen," she murmured, "Maybe stop by a coffee shop and get them something."
"And if he says no?"
"I'll hide the toaster," Nell smiled, pushing away from the desk and gathering her stuff to leave.
"You're going to be carrying a gun, aren't you?"
"Protocol, not if G has a say."
"Man, we're analysts, hackers, we aren't supposed to be leaving the office," he groaned.
"You've forgotten something there, Eric."
His eyebrows raised, "What's that?"
"I'm trained in the field," she explained, "I do about sixty-percent of the same requalifications as the team do. It's a pain in my side, sure, but it's the truth."

Nell shrugged, smiling at him and promising to bring him back a coffee before leaving the communications center.

"Doesn't mean I've got to like it partner!" he called after her, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile as her laugh echoed back into the room.

Pulling the door to the renovated training center open, Nell balance her grip on her bag and the tray of coffees, letting the door shut behind her as she called out to the empty space for Sam and Callen.

"Hey," Sam greeted her a moment later, still wearing his all black ensemble from the training scenarios, "G your girlfriend is an amazing person," he called, helping her with the tray of coffees.
"Never doubted that for a moment," the ex-CIA agent laughed, taking the cup marked 'GC' and leaning down to Nell and kissing her on the cheek.
"You're welcome," she smiled as she took her own cup from Sam Hanna who dropped the cardboard tray in the bin.

She walked further into the restaurant styled room, her eyes checking every possible exit and entry before scanning over each other cameras.

Stopping on one camera, facing the way she'd been heading, Nell finally asked, "So what have you guys found so far?"
"Well, we've got six cameras in this room, that may or may not have been active during the training run," Callen started, his footsteps telling her he was walking back to stand a few feet away, "Now, we're thinking that Parish could have been murdered because he didn't want to go along with leaking intel. If there's footage, we need to see it."
"Parish died right here, body wasn't moved," Sam added, gesturing to the tape outline.
"Well then it may not matter if the cameras were active or not," she told them.

Nell glance around the room at the cameras again. Taking in each of their locations and making a rough guess of the distance between them.

"Give me a second, maybe two."

She did another once over in her head, knowing that she had to be accurate.

"Okay," she said, letting out a breath, "So, CCTV cameras with 16mm lenses, that means sixteen foot widths of view at twenty-two point three feet."

With another glance at the distance between the floor and the camera she assured herself that it was correct, trying her best to ignore the confused, but impressed, look on Sam Hanna's face. She stopped, a frown on her face before she turned to the pair.

"Can I ask you guys a question?"
"Go ahead," Callen answered, mirroring his partner's gesture.
"Um, when do you stop being afraid of, you know, busting into places with guns blazing?"

Looking at G Callen, she tried to hide the annoyed feeling she got at his smile, wondering why he chose a crime scene of all places to try and be charming.

"When you trust your training," he told her.
"It's easier said than done."

Sharing a finale look with him, she turned back to the task at hand.

"Back in the days, Hetty flew in an old friend of hers and, uh, he didn't look like much, didn't say much," Sam Hanna began as she tried to start working out where each of the camera's range ended, "Then one day she told us the truth about who he was."
"He was a headhunter," Callen continued, "Literally."

Nell stopped, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"He descended from a tribe of headhunters in the Philippines."
"The Kallinga. His father trained him, his grandfather trained his father. And the way they fought was passed down like that for hundreds of years."
"Everything he taught was battle tested. The tribe spilled its blood until they got it right."
"That's why the Kallinga have no fear."
Callen shrugged with a smile, "He trusted his training. Now when he drew his weapon, it wasn't just with one hand. 10,000 hands drew that weapon with him."

She looked between the two. Sam nodded at her and Callen still had that small smile on his face.

"And Hetty flew a Kallinga headhunter to Los Angeles just to tell you guys that?" Nell asked, glancing between them again with raised eyebrows.
"Maybe she did it so we could tell you," Sam suggested, shifting his weight onto his other foot.

The intelligence analyst tried her best to refrain from scoffing before going on to tell them that their victim was killed in the only camera blind spot in the room.

"We need proof he was murdered."
"If I can access the network directly, I may be able to determine who was closest to him when he died," she explained, looking to Callen for the all clear to do so.

He nodded, removing his phone from his pocket as it began ringing, announcing to them that it was Hetty before answering. Nell watched as his expression changed and frowned, knowing there were few things that could elicit such a reaction from the agent.

"Granger is about to interrogate Inman," he told them, slipping his phone into his pocket.

Nell kissed him quickly as he stepped towards her and said goodbye, listening as Sam Hanna quickly went back over what she had to do.

"Okay, yeah, I'm on it," she said, smiling as he reassuringly placed a hand on her arm before following his partner out of the training center.

She turned and watched them for a moment, before looking back to the cameras that surrounded the room. Letting out the breath she'd been holding, Nell stepped forward and placed her cup on the table going over the numbers in her head again.

Remember when I said that I wouldn't stray from the episode? I know that Callen didn't kiss her before he left, but come on. It would have made the scene so much more Nalleny c:

So a large portion of this chapter was from the actual episode, so they shouldn't seem too OC…I hope.

Thank you!

Review?