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When Deeks had departed at the end of the day, Callen had made his way down to the den pulling a book out of the library as he did so. He wanted to talk to Hetty when she returned, and he didn't want to do it from his 'sick bed'. So he settled down to wait, opening the book as he did so. But rather than concentrating on the words written in front of him, Callen found his mind wandering. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about Marty, from planning all he wanted them to do after their date in two days. Damn two days was a seriously long time to wait, especially if they were going to spend them kissing on his bed as they had that day. It was then a lightbulb lit in his mind and a cunning smile appeared on his lips. Because he suddenly realised exactly what he and Deeks had agreed. They were not going to have sex until after the date. But there were a lot of other things they could do in the meantime. A lot of things that would involve him getting to see Marty's gorgeous naked body, things that would allow him to touch it, to taste it. Oh yes there were many things they could do without him breaking his word. With that idea now firmly in his mind he closed the book and settled back in his chair and planned. Deeks was in for a serious surprise the next day, though he was sure it would also be a pleasant one. A very pleasant one.
When Hetty returned she couldn't help but wonder if her boy was actually still in the house or not. She didn't know if he had been able to persuade Mr Deeks into helping him escape, or if he had used the time in a more… productive way. Therefore she was very happy to find him sitting in the den, a closed book on his lap. Of course then she saw the look on his face and it was one she recognised all too well. He was planning something. She had no idea what, but she hoped it wasn't a way to escape during the night. That would not work with her own plan at all. Hmm, maybe she should drug him again? The doctors did say he would need lots of rest before returning to work after all, and they didn't specify it had to be under his own steam and not an induced slumber. If fact she was pretty sure that the doctors that told her he needed to rest, were well aware that the only way to achieve the desired outcome was to dope the boy up to his eyeballs, and as such she really didn't have any compunction in doing so. But it would be better to find out what he was planning first. Hetty was just trying to work out how to gain that knowledge when Callen spoke.
"Have a good day at work, Hetty?" he asked not turning round. He knew she was there from the minute she arrived. He could feel her eyes on him pulling him from his thoughts and plans.
"I did. And how was your day? I hope you rested well." Hetty replied moving into the room and taking a careful study of the man in front of her. He seemed brighter than he had yesterday, and there didn't seem to be any bags under his eyes. Or at least no more than normal. That was good.
"I spent most of it in bed." Callen responded, trying to make it sound as if he had followed her rules and been a good guest, though the smug smile that graced his face as the memory of exactly how he had spent his day in bed, did negate that somewhat.
"And Mr Deeks?" Hetty asked seeing the smile and realising that her plan was already well on the way to success. Or at least it had better be. Mr Callen had never been backwards on coming forwards, and he never let an opportunity pass. She was sure he wouldn't have this time either.
"Did he spend most it in my bed too?" Callen responded in an innocent tone of voice, though a smirk firmly on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes. A twinkle that was returned by Hetty herself as she replied.
"That wasn't what I was asking, but if you wish to volunteer that information…" she trailed off at the end as she stared down her agent. She knew he would have figured out exactly what she was up to the minute Mr Deeks arrived, but she didn't mind that.
"No comment." Callen answered simply. Though of course he knew that response was basically an admission to exactly what he and Marty had gotten up to that day.
Hetty agreed. "Good enough. Now what would you like for dinner?" Hetty asked moving towards the door expecting him to follow, which of course Callen did.
"Anything you don't prepare. I can't believe you drugged me." He replied sending her a glare as he moved to walk beside her. He still wasn't particularly happy with her for doing that, even if it did mean that he was still there when Marty arrived.
"I had to keep you in the house somehow Mr Callen, how do you propose I'd have done that?" Hetty asked without any remorse for drugging her agent. Needs must and all that. She had a plan, and she wasn't going to let him ruin it before it even started, now was she?
"I'm sure you could have come up with a different way." Callen grumbled, though he did understand her dilemma, even if he didn't like it. Short of telling him what she was up to, and she had had no guarantee that would have worked, he wasn't sure how else she could have keep him in her house.
"No doubt I could have, but I didn't. Oh and the drug was not in your food, but in the juice." Hetty replied breezily. It was always best to drug a drink rather than food if you want to make sure someone takes it. Surely Mr Callen knew that, if not then she would need to give him some remedial training.
"Remind me never to accept a drink from you again." Callen responded dryly.
"Ah. At least, my good whiskey will be safe." Hetty answered back without hesitation a smirk on her lips at her words as they made their way into the kitchen.
"I didn't say I wouldn't drink your drinks, just not the ones you prepare. As long as I pour it myself, your whiskey will never be safe." Callen murmured into her ear before quickly getting out of reach and moving to sit at the island in the middle of the large room.
"Hmm." Hetty mock glared at him, wondering if she could get away with threatening him with the kitchen utensils, but no doubt it would just amuse her boy. And he really wasn't one hundred percent just yet, she didn't want to chase him off. So rather than give any other indication of having heard his words she went to see what she had in the fridge. See what she could prepare the two of them for dinner.
Callen sat in silence, watching as she pulled out various different things to cook with. He needed to talk about the fact he and Marty had a date, and sitting there, he realised it would probably be best to have that conversation before she got out a knife and started chopping things. As such he spoke into the quite that had settled around them. "So, I'm going to be going out the evening of the day after tomorrow-"
"I do not think so Mr Callen. You require rest." Hetty interrupted sternly before he could say anything more. She was not letting him out of this house until she knew he was well enough to return to work. Because she was under no illusions that as soon as he was gone, he would not be coming back.
"Hetty, I am going out." Callen stated just as firmly. He was not a teenage boy anymore, and there was nothing she could say that would stop him. Sure there was probably a lot she could do, but he was wise to her now.
"Where?" Hetty asked with a raised eyebrow. Just what was so important that Mr Callen felt he must go?
"Deeks and I have a date. I will probably be staying out all night." Callen answered smirking as he spoke the final part of the sentence saying without a word exactly where he expected to be spending the night.
Hetty thought for a moment at his words. Her first thought was to say no. To say that they could have a nice romantic meal here and that he had a perfectly good bedroom upstairs, that was far enough from her own she wouldn't hear anything. But then she considered the other man in the equation. She doubted Mr Deeks would feel comfortable with that arrangement. Therefore instead of no, she nodded and spoke. "Mr Deeks can bring you home the next morning. And you can also inform him he is more than welcome to stay here, if it makes his job protecting you easier."
"I'll mention it." Callen chuckled, but he didn't think Marty would be so keen on that idea. Though he was planning to change his mind once they had had their date. He didn't want Marty going home without him. But best not to say that to Hetty. He didn't even want to think of what she would do or say to convince the detective that staying at hers was the best plan for all. No, he really didn't want her meddling any more than she already had in his relationship thank you very much. Thinking of her meddling ways reminded him of that morning. Of what had happened when he had awoken from her drugging him. "Speaking of protection, you need a new guard." He said changing the conversation to the man he had attacked who had been guarding his door.
"What did you do to poor Mr Brent?" Hetty asked with a sigh. She had known leaving the man in charge of Callen would not go well. Luckily she wasn't that fond of him, which was probably why she had chosen him for the assignment. No doubt he would be resigning soon.
"Let's just say he was far too easy to take, and leave it there." Callen suggested, not wanting to tell her how he had cut off his air supply. Not to protect the man you understand, but more he wasn't sure she would see the funny side of it.
"What am I to do with you, Mr Callen?" Hetty sighed with a roll of her eyes. She would have to check the cameras later to see exactly what he had done.
"I'd advise not drugging me and leaving a guard at my door. It really doesn't do my trust issues any good." Callen responded cheekily. Well she did ask.
"Fine, I promise not to drug you, for the time being. Now, dinner…" Hetty replied before turning back to what she was doing.
And at that Callen just chuckled as he shook his head at her words. Ah, Hetty. But even her less than veiled threat to drug him again couldn't stop the smile that appeared on his lips as he watched her prepare them both dinner, talking over what the team had been up to that day while she did so. And if his mind drifted off to thoughts of a certain detective, she only had herself to blame. She was the one who had orchestrated them finally getting together after all. So really, it was her own fault if he was paying any attention, now wasn't it?