Here is the second chapter! YAY! I did this so you all could see it from Annie's point of view (which i will interchange every chapter or so within the chapter and not only between Callen and Annie but also with the other characters from time to time) as well as set up the story for everyone! So enjoy!

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Fashion Consultant

It has been a little over a month since Annie had her interrogation with Agent Callen and Hetty. She wasn't stupid; she knew right from the start what it was even though Hetty said it was only a friendly chat. Well, for Hetty it might have been as simple as a friendly chat but with Agent Callen there… Annie knew that he was working on the case and was seeing if she was capable of murdering her ex-husband and his brother. Thankfully she didn't leave India until last minute unlike the original plan where she would have been in L.A. at least a week before the murders. Annie grimaced at the thought of imagining the murdered bodies of Eli and Tom for Hetty thankfully did not show her any pictures.

So, it was a bit strange and intimidating to walk back into the NCIS: OSP headquarters once more. But as soon as Annie entered it and heard the happy hum of people working, she relaxed. The headquarters was completely different from everywhere else she had worked previously. Here, there was a lot of natural light and there was a certain coziness in the office space that still promoted work. Then again, Annie wouldn't expect any less from the mastermind who ran this place, Henrietta Lange.

"Well, hello there, Doll Face! I'm Detective Marty Deeks by the way." A blonde and scruffy looking man walked up to her as she took in her surroundings. He was quite a bit taller than her so she had to look up at him, even in heels, but she didn't mind. She was actually used to talking up to people.

"Nice to meet you too. You can call me Annie, Hetty does at least." She responded and shook his hand. He had this Cheshire cat grin plastered on his face and she could tell where his thoughts were probably going. He was about to say something to her but was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Deeks, Annie doesn't need to hear your pathetic pick-up lines, so leave her alone." Agent Callen said exasperatedly followed by a tall African American man and a beautiful woman. Annie just smiled at Deeks and chuckled a bit. She was glad for Callen stepping in because she didn't think she could handle Deeks trying to flirt with her. Annie had given up any chance of finding happiness in love and didn't really want to deal with anyone trying to persuade her otherwise. Annie has experienced too much lost already to really want to put herself back out there, if ever again.

"Annie, this is my partner, Special Agent Sam Hanna, my teammate, Special Agent Kensi Blye, and you already meet LAPD Liaison Detective Marty Deeks. So, what are you doing here?" Callen asked her after she shook hands with each teammate he introduced, even Deeks for Annie felt it would have been rude to ignore his open hand despite already performing this etiquette with him a few minutes prior.

"Hetty called me and told me to drop by." She shrugged. Who actually knew what went on in that woman's head? But it was because of the short and lovable woman that Annie was even sane right now so she couldn't complain.

"I wanted to update you on the Ryans case and talk to you about a job offer." Hetty explained as she appeared right behind Annie. She was used to this by now so she wasn't as unnerved by Hetty's stealth as most people would be.

"Oh." Was all Annie could say and she hated herself for being so emotional. She felt Callen and his team give her sympathetic looks but she ignored them. She didn't need their sympathy even though it was nice of them to be so considerate towards her at all.

"Yes, but I must first comment on how lovely you look my dear. The new hair cut suits you better in my opinion." Hetty beamed and Annie couldn't help a smile creep up to her face at the little woman's comment. Today Annie wore a plum colored dress with a ripped up black jacket with red lining and ballet flats. She twirled for Hetty's amusement. Annie felt her now shoulder length hair swing around her face but it fell back into place after she stopped. The edges of her hair was slightly frizzy but gave off an edgy feel paired with sharp bangs and noticeable layers.

"Thank you and thank God I don't need to keep it long like I did in India! It was getting so hard to maintain." Annie commented and Hetty nodded her head in understanding. The small group was led back to Hetty's office and, like usual, the little woman had tea ready. Annie took a sip and chuckled as she realized what type it was.

"So I'm guessing this means you liked the Darjeeling tea I got you from India?"

"Very much so Annie, now straight to business. We have found out who murdered the Ryans'. It was committed by a mercenary turned hit man. Unfortunately the man was killed while in jail and before we could ascertain who he was working with or for." Hetty announced quickly and effectively for which Annie was grateful for. She wanted Hetty to treat her like the ex-agent she was, not some naïve civilian. Annie held back the onslaught of emotions and tried to remain stoic. She knew she was failing by the way Callen and his team were looking at her. She nodded her head in understanding.

"Do you know why anyone would want to hire someone to kill the Ryans'?" Hetty continued and Annie shook her head, not trusting her voice at the moment. The only way she got through the interrogation last time was because she had been able to meditate and get her emotions under control beforehand, unlike now.

"I understand. Let's move on to the good news shall we? I would like to offer you a job here at OSP specifically." Hetty proclaimed and everyone gaped at the woman.

"I'm sorry Hetty but you know that I vowed I would never be an agent again. Not after that incident three years ago." Annie struggled to get the words out, trying to sound polite but firm in her resolve. The other agents looked at her once more with sympathy in their eyes. Of course they knew about O' Riley's death and all of the details from when they did a background check on her a month ago. But she wasn't looking at them, she was looking at Hetty.

"My dear Annie, I am not asking to reinstate you as an agent. I respect your decision on not going back out into the field despite how talented you are. I am asking you to become my fashion consultant." Hetty enlightened her and she had to rethink her answer.

"What? Why?" Was the general cry from the group of agents. Hetty looked amused at their outburst.

"How else am I going to get your clothes for undercover operations and get them repaired in time if they aren't ruined?"

"Hetty, you do an excellent job at that already." Callen reasoned with her and the other three nodded their heads in agreement.

"Thank you Mr. Callen but I think it would be easier to have a fashion consultant who can focus solely on getting me good deals and keeping up good relationships with the stores and tailors. Especially at the rate you four go through our clothes. Plus it would be refreshing to have someone else here who understands my passion for clothing and tea." Hetty's logic settled in their minds and they couldn't help but agree with what their boss was saying. But they were resisting the idea of having someone new and not entirely an agent around, Annie could see that. For some odd reason this amused her more than anything else.

"Thank you for the offer Hetty but I don't want to impose-"

"Nonsense Annie. What else are you going to do with your time? Work as a waitress? Besides it will make my life a whole lot easier and enjoyable if I get to work with you again." Hetty persuaded some more and she felt herself giving in.

It would be nice working with Hetty again…

"Why not Annie? I think you would fit in here quickly and it would be fun to hear some stories about Hetty." Callen said and Annie finally caved. If he was willing to get over his uneasiness of working with someone new then why couldn't she?

"Fine, you win." She stated and threw her hands up in defeat. Upon spying Callen's smile she grinned a little as well.