Okay, so I let my best friend, who we lovingly call Caitlin Todd, read this and she told me that I needed to continue, and write another chapter for her to read tonight, so I did. Hope this lives up to your expectations Todd
Disclaimer: I sadly, do not own G Callen, but I do own her. You just don't know who she is yet
It happened once again, but this time, it wasn't like normal, where he only saw and thought of her at night, this, this was broad daylight, and he was sure that they would have him carted off to a mental institution for sure if they found out what he thought he saw.
It wasn't the replay of watching her take six bullets to the chest; it wasn't her smile, or her blue eyes that filled his memory. It was her laugh.
Her laugh that he hadn't heard in nearly ten years anywhere except in his dreams. Her laugh that rang out like bells, her laugh that made him feel whole inside and that broke down the walls that surrounded his heart completely without even trying. He didn't hear it in his mind, or in his nightmares and dreams, he heard it right across the street.
He didn't care if he nearly killed himself while trying to desperately get to the sound, he didn't care that more than a few cars had to slam on the brakes and swerve to keep from hitting him, all he cared about was getting to her. His partner was yelling his name, telling him to stop before he got himself killed, but he didn't care. She was close, he could feel it, he could hear it, and after ten years, he needed it.
Once across the street he stopped, desperately searching for her laugh again, amongst the large sea of people. He took off running, knowing that his partner was right on his heels, wondering why the hell he was acting like this, but he still didn't care. He just wanted to get to her.
He followed the echo of her laugh, the sound teasing and playing with him until it stopped, and when it did, he did as well. He then began searching the crowd for those familiar ocean blue eyes. And that's when it happened.
That's when he saw her.
Alive, with ocean blue eyes dancing, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.
And just as quickly as she was there, she was gone.
Nothing but a ghost again.
Nothing but his ghost again.
He knew he couldn't explain what just happened to his partner, or anyone else, not even their fearless leader who understood everything. She was his ghost, and his ghost only.
It was impossible though, she was dead, she couldn't be here, alive. He had watched her take her last breath, he had watched the light die from her eyes. He had watched as they lowered her casket in the ground, burying her, and everything that was her, forever.
Maybe, after all the years of grief, pain, and heartache, he was delusional.
He heard his partner, asking him what happened back there, but he didn't explain, didn't know how to explain, he just kept walking.
As he walked away he heard a familiar voice floating along in the wind say softly "Don't forget me, G".
He smiled, knowing that he was the only one who had heard the voice.
"I won't" he promised softly, a hint of a smile the old G Callen use to have.
Back before everything went wrong.
Back before his partner, and the woman he loved became nothing but a ghost.