AN: Okay, here's the second part of what I wrote in my Math class. The bad news is that I've got nothing else written ready to post. The good news is that I have three hours of boring classes tomorrow. That's plenty of time to write the next chapter of this story. I believe this story will have about four or five chapters so I should be able to write them all tomorrow morning. I'll try to put it all on my computer when I get home and I'll update whenever I feel like it. This story is rated M for a good reason that will be shown in future chapters (haven't decided in which one yet). Yes, I'm that much of a tease.

Don't forget to leave a review to encourage me to spend the entire Math class writing, instead of actually paying attention to what my teacher is saying.
Happy reading…and for the ones who are still enjoying the weekend have a nice one.
Sarah

Chapter 2

Callen is sitting on his desk, reading the morning newspaper to try to obtain a valid distraction.

He would be lying if he said he had slept more than two hours the night before.

This whole thing with Kensi upset him way too much to even try to go back to sleep after the nightmares he woke up with.

She means a lot to him, probably more than what he's fully ready to admit. He's not the kind of guy who goes around sharing his feelings with everyone. Sure, maybe it's time to make an exception and open up with Kensi but he knows that might turn out to be a mistake. She's a part of the team, one of the best agents he has ever come across with. He can't risk what they have just because of how he feels about her.

Things don't work like that.

Suddenly, Sam breaks the silence between them while looking around the room. "It's late."

Callen puts downs the newspaper and looks at his partner. Kensi accused him of sharing a lot of things with Sam but what she probably doesn't know is that when it comes to the small things like his favorite food and his favorite color Sam has absolutely no clue of what they are. The big things about him she knows them too.

"Is there a point in that statement?"

Sam gives him a look to let him know he's not joking. "Where's Kensi?"

Callen briefly wonders if Kensi told Sam anything about what happened the night before but he knows that the chances are pretty close to none so he allows himself to relax. "I have yet to see her today."

Sam lets out a sigh and shakes his head. "That's exactly my point. It's late. Where is she?"

Callen frowns, realizing for the first time that Kensi is indeed over half an hour late. "Maybe she's in the gym, working out."

Sam shakes his head once again. "It's Friday, G!"

He says it in the tone he uses when he's stating something really obvious but Callen has absolutely no idea of what he means with that. He looks confused and Sam clarifies that for him. "Kensi never works out on Fridays."

Callen tries to pretend that doesn't upset him. He didn't know that about her and for a second he understand what it feels like for her to want to know something about him and not get an answer. He was a jerk to her. "I didn't know that."

Sam looks even more worried than before, if possible, and doesn't seem to notice how much that piece of information upset his partner. "Well, you do now. I'm getting worried."

Then, out of nowhere, Hetty's voice jumps into the conversation. "There's no reason to worry. She called me to inform me of what's going on."

They both turn around just in time to see Hetty walking inside the bullpen.

Callen's worry gets the best of him and he immediately tries to understand what's going on here, because the worried look on Hetty's face is far from normal. "Is she sick?"

Hetty shakes her head and lets out a sigh. "I believe she might be on the verge of going crazy but other than that she's of perfect health."

Sam frowns. Something is definitely not okay. It's not normal to hear Hetty say that someone is going crazy, much less Kensi (AKA the sane one). "Hetty, what's going on?"

Hetty says the next words slowly, almost as if she's trying not to hurt them by uttering them. "Miss Blye asked me if she could be partnered up with Mr. Renko from now on."

Callen states the obvious, trying to gain some time to process what she just told them. "Renko is not on our team."

Hetty nods. "Exactly, Mr. Callen..."

Callen is too shocked to say anything but Sam voices his thoughts. "Kensi wants to leave us? What did we do?"

Hetty shakes her head but she sends Callen a knowing look that luckily goes unnoticed by Sam. "She didn't give me a reason and I didn't ask her for one either. If she doesn't change her mind until Monday I will do as she asked me and send her to meet Mr. Renko who is currently on an assignment in San Francisco."

With that, Hetty walks away in the direction of her office. Callen and Sam are in complete silence for a few seconds but then Sam turns to him with an accusatory look on his face. "What did you do?"

Callen pretends to be shocked by his accusation and puts on his best innocent face but he has the feeling Sam is not going to buy it. "Why do you assume it is something I did?"

Sam shakes his head once again and gets up from his chair. "I didn't do a damn thing and Deeks went undercover for LAPD yesterday afternoon. That only leaves you. So whatever you did, you better fix it until Monday."

With that, he too walks away in the direction of the gym.

Callen stands there all alone, trying to figure out how to make Kensi stay. She can't possibly be leaving because of what he said…right?

TBC…