Not At Home.
Words: 927
Couple: Nell Jones and G Callen.
TV Show: NCIS: Los Angeles
Disclaimer: All characters/quotes you recognise belong to Shane Brennan. All mistakes are mine.
Based on the sneak peek for 'Out of the Past' that may seem it's Nelric but it has Nallen written all over the ending.
Established Nell/Callen.
Characters may seem slightly OC.
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Eric Beale sat awkwardly in the back of the Aston Martin. He fidgeted with the corner of her tablet, and he gave nervous glances out the window towards the door of his partner's apartment. It wasn't that he felt out of place in the back seat of the exCIA-agent's car, he had gotten over that fear a long time ago, it was that he was confused.
"Six months," Sam Hanna said, looking at the man through the rear-view mirror.
"Six months what?"
"Six months they've been together."
"Oh, okay, that's cool."
The federal agent chuckled, shaking his head slightly, "you're not going to be able to give G that whole 'if-you-hurt-my-best-friend-I'll-hurt-you' speech, not that he won't be scared, but Kensi bet you to it last month when she caught them out on team night."
"I wasn't going to."
"He intimidates you, that's why."
"No Sam, he's perfect for her."
Sam frowned, looking over his shoulder at the man with a confused look. Eric sat there with a secret smile on his face, knowing that the man was looking for another reaction from the ex-hacker.
"I'm not jealous of him, I have no reason to be," he smiled.
"You're dating someone?" Sam asked him, as the driver seat door opened and G Callen threw a duffle bag with Nell's clothes in it over onto the backseat to land beside Eric.
"You say it like you're hurt Sam," Callen said to his partner, slipping the keys back into the ignition as he shut his door.
"Not hurt, just-"
"Don't dig a hole Sam," his partner chuckled, pulling them away from the small apartment, "you're getting worse than Deeks."
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The doors to the op centre opened, the noise alerting Nell Jones to her visitor, but she didn't turn around, continuing to type at the computer in front of her, yet again behind on paperwork. She listened as Eric's chair was rolled along the floor to her seat and she didn't turn as she heard her visitor stop it and sit down beside her desk.
"Callen had to go back out into the field, had to go talk to an old informant," Kensi Blye's voice stated casually, "gave me a bag of clothes to give to you."
"Thanks, I'll change later, I have to finish this first," the intelligence analyst said, giving her friend a glance, but continuing on with her work.
"You can tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"Tell me about the fight. What did he do this time?" the woman laughed quietly, "leave the toilet seat up? Probably pulled the toaster apart and didn't put it back together, apparently he does that a lot."
"He asked me to move in with him."
Kensi silent laugh to some obscene private joke stopped, her eyes widening as she tried her best to understand the younger woman's confession.
"The one man who knows nothing about commitment," she started slowly, "the one man who is terrified of settling down, scared that every relationship he has is doomed to end, sat there across the kitchen bench from me and talked to me about moving in together, about getting married."
"Thats-uh-that's big. 'Specially for G."
"It's big for me too," Nell groaned, finally turning to look at her friend, "I don't think either of us have had a relationship this long, I mean, even the 'three-little-words' are hard to say between us."
"So he's said them then?"
"Yeah, he has, but-"
"Move in with him."
The female federal agent watched the woman in front of her, who stared at her with wide brown eyes.
"I can't tell you the last time that Callen has been in a relationship as long as this, I don't even think Gibbs could, and the fact that he's told you he loves you? Even if it's been only a few times?" Kensi laughed, louder this time, "just move in with him, wait a few months and demand you get married, then nine months after the honeymoon you'll be having little G Callen's running around the house."
"You're crazy," Nell told her.
"I'm happy to see that at least one relationship in this place isn't going down hill," she smiled, "besides, how often do I actually get girl time with Deeks following me around like a lost puppy?"
Sharing a smile with the woman, she leant forward and gave her a hug, before standing up and dragging Eric's chair back to his spot before leaving the woman alone in the communications centre. Sighing, Nell Jones turned her chair back to face her computer, resting her head against the cool desk top. Her eyes glanced over to where G Callen's duffle bag sat next to her desk full of her clothes.
She groaned, hitting her head on the desk.
"You 'kay there partner?" Eric asked, entering the centre.
"I'm fine," she murmured, lifting her head and starting back on her work, trying to convince herself that she was.
Her eyes kept glancing over the the bag. The clothes that lay inside were ones that he couldn't have gotten without a key, they committed to that. That was a large commitment, wasn't it? She knew that they basically lived in each other's houses – she had a section cleaned out in his wardrobe, books and knick knacks laying around the house on benches, as did he at her apartment – so moving in together wouldn't be that much of a step. She sighed, asking continuing to ask herself that question for the rest of the day.
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Okay. So I had finished this – which I had said in the last author's note – and it will be a three-parter. My question for myself is – HOW DID I LOSE THE OTHER TWO CHAPTERS AND FORGET TO UPDATE? -.-
Kensi seems OC-ish in this chapter, well. Everyone seems OC-ish in all of my stories. And the end sort of ended up being a mess. But still. Apologies?
And apologies for this being posted like a month and a bit later...
Thank you for reading!
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