Callen's Way
Here's short chapter to ponder while on work on the next couple of entries. It gives you a hint of where this might go. Please enjoy
Chapter 4
As the cool morning breeze floats across his body, Callen slowly awakens, shaking his head in confusion. The warmth of the small body beside him brings back memories of the past nite. Smiling, he gently scoops up the red headed woman and heads inside. She grumbles in her sleep and slides her arms around his neck as he searches for the bedroom. Placing her gently on the soft bed, he drinks in the sight of her; hair mussed up, wearing his shirt for warmth a slight smile on her face. Resisting the temptation to crawl in bed with her and take up where they left off last nite, he returns to the patio for the rest of his clothes.
Walking back in, he spots an open door to the bathroom. As quietly as possible he makes his way there, closing the door before starting the shower & stepping in to lather and rinse his body. Meanwhile, the woman wakens and sits up and hears the shower running. A mischievous looks crosses her face as she rises from the bed, she goes in search of the magnificent man from last nite. Nell peeks in the bathroom, stopping her progress as she admires the body currently using her shower. The sound of the water turning off wakes her from her daze just in time to aim a smile as he steps out of the shower, water beading on his tan skin, laughter showing in his eyes.
"Like what you see" Callen questions as he snugs a towel around his waist and walks towards her. "Yes, too bad you finished so quickly, I was going to wash your back" she purrs as she watches the muscles shift beneath his skin. "Maybe next time, for now why don't you shower while I dress and I'll go get us some breakfast." Nell pouts for a moment "sure, I'll start the coffee as soon as I get out" "Ok" replies Callen as he swats her on the rear when she passes him by to get into the shower. "See you soon".
He walks into the living room to retrieve his clothes, not noticing that he only has a t-shirt to wear as Nell still has possession of his blue button-up shirt. Callen dresses quickly, makes sure his wallet and phone are tucked in his pockets and heads out the door. Once on the sidewalk, he looks around and spies a bagel shop just up the road. Whistling as he walks, he groans as the phone in his pocket sounds off. Checking the screen, he immediately comes to a stop to pick up the call from Hetty.
"Mr. Callen, where have you been? We've been trying to reach you for hours" He frowns "Sorry Hetty, I guess I accidentally switched my phone to vibrate last night". "Humpf" grunts Hetty, "First time that's happened with you, away I need you here ASAP. We've had an incident that needs your and Mr. Hanna's prompt attention." Carefully, keeping any emotion out of his voice Callen quickly replies, "On my way."
He stands there for a moment, gazing back towards her apartment, knowing that the brief break from his everyday life is over, wishing he could just go back in time & stay with her just a little longer. It had been a long time since he had relaxed and enjoyed someone's company such an easy manner.
Nell steps out of the shower and drags a towel over her body to dry off. Making short work of brushing her hair and applying a little make-up, she returns to the bedroom and throws on a pair of shorts and T-shirt. As she picks up his shirt from the floor she brings it up to take of whiff of his spicy, male aroma before tucking it under her pillow for safekeeping. Stopping to turn on the TV to catch the morning news, she continues into the kitchen to start the coffee. Grabbing the pot, she turns to the sink to fill it with water, when her attention is caught by the story being reported on the news, of a newly discovered terrorist plot stemming from across the ocean with its roots here in LA. Wondering if this is the type of problem she will have to deal with in her new job, she takes the pot and places it on the coffee maker, pushing the start button.
Realizing just how much time has passed since her mystery man left, she wonders where he went and how much longer before he returns. Sinking onto the couch she goes over last nite in her mind, not quite believing what happened. As Nell sits and daydreams about what the day holds for them, a knock sounds at her door.
