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OLIVIA'S POV:
By late evening, Callen and I had arrived in Washington D.C. A car was waiting for us when we arrived at the airport and it took us almost an hour to navigate the rush-hour traffic to our hotel.
When we entered the lobby, Callen wrapped his arm around my waist lovingly and held me close. I savored the gesture, knowing that tomorrow we would have to be extra careful not tot let Gibbs see that we were dating. He had an aversion to coworkers being involved with one another.
I couldn't help myself, though. Something about G Callen drew me towards him. I couldn't resist it; he was the type of man I had searched for all my life. Callen was tough, but gentle. I had seen him act compassionately and I had also seen the lengths he went to just to make me happy.
"We have a reservation for Mr. and Mrs. Callen," G told the receptionist at the front desk.
"Your room is ready, Mr. Callen," she told us. "I just need you to sign this right here."
"We just got one room, G?" I whispered in his ear. "Seriously?"
"It has two beds, Livy, and I assure you that I will be a perfect gentleman," Callen assured me.
I gazed into his crystal blue eyes and stood on tip-toe to kiss his lips quickly. "You're are sweet. Did you know that?"
He just smiled down at me and then kissed my forehead softly.
CALLEN'S POV:
The hotel room was elaborate—beautiful carpet, a balcony, and even a complimentary fruit basket. There was just one…little…problem.
"G, it only has one bed," Livy pointed out, her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.
"Looks like Gibbs has us working already," I announced, reading from the letter that Jethro had left in the room for us. "We're here as a married couple. Hence, the one bed."
"I'm going to kill Gibbs," Livy vowed. "That man is going to make me…" her sentence trailed off.
"Make you what, baby?" I asked her, gathering her up in my arms.
"I'm what people might call and 'old-fashioned' type of girl, G. I made myself a promise when I was young and I intend on keeping it," she explained.
"I'm guessing you're talking about waiting until you get married before you do a certain thing with a guy," I surmised, trying to smooth the worry lines from Livy's beautiful face.
"Yes," she admitted. "Do you think I'm stupid?" She looked up at me from those bright, sparkling green eyes.
"Not at all," I assured her truthfully. "I promise you that I will stay on my side of the bed and I will not try anything. I respect your beliefs, Olivia, and I would never make you so something you weren't comfortable with."
Livy sighed and wrapped her arms around my neck, running her fingers through my short hair. "You are incredible, G Callen." Then, she leaned in and kissed me deeply.
OLIVIA'S POV:
I was practically standing on my head as the elevator rose to the seventh floor where Gibbs' team was based. I hadn't seen him in almost a year and I missed him terribly.
Gibbs, my mentor when I was a brand-new agent, was like a second father to me. I had grown to love his gruff ways and strict rules when I had worked for him. I had seen him just before I left for the Middle East and he had called once when I returned to the states to see how I was recovering.
"You okay, Livy?" G wanted to know, laughing at how I was jumping on one foot and then the other.
"I'm excited!" I told him. "I haven't seen Gibbs in a really, really long time."
"I saw him right before I got shot," Callen informed me. His crystal blue eyes got that same sad, worried look as they always did when he spoke about the attempt on his life.
"G," I whispered seductively. "How about just one more kiss before we get upstairs?" This was partly in effort to take his mind off the past and partly because I wanted to kiss him again.
"Sounds good to me," he replied, flipping the switch on the elevator that stopped it and left it very dark inside. With that, he walked across the elevator box and put a hand on either side of me, his face only centimeters from mine. "Do you have any idea how hard it is going to be to keep my distance from you while we're here?" he asked me, his voice low and sultry.
I slid my hands up his chest and took a deep breath. "Oh, I think I have some idea," I whispered.
When we finally emerged from the elevator a short time later, I sought out Gibbs' handsome face from the rest. He was waiting for us, his eyes twinkling and a smile threatening to show.
"Hello, Livy," he greeted me, walking forward for a hug.
I wrapped my arms around him tightly, hugging him back. "It's really good to see you, Gibbs," I told him honestly.
"You look fully-recovered," he remarked quietly.
"I'm alive," I assented.
Gibbs pulled away from me and shook hands with Callen, then hugged him. "You don't look to bad yourself, Callen," he commented, teasing G.
"It's good to see you again, too, Gibbs," Callen laughed.
Behind us, I noticed a group of people assembled—a very handsome young man, another man who looked geeky, and a beautiful Middle Eastern woman. They were watching the three of us curiously and I assumed that they were Gibbs' team. The cuter of the two men, a brunette guy with looks to die for, seemed very familiar to me.
"Tony?" I gasped. Surely it wasn't Tony DiNozzo, the womanizer that I had gone through F.L.E.T.C. with.
"Olivia?" Tony walked forward and hugged me tightly. "I haven't heard from you in years."
"I think that's because I told you to never try to contact me again!" I laughed merrily. "You were quite the persistent guy back then."
"Not much has changed," the foreign woman behind him muttered.
"And you are?" I asked her, extending my hand.
"Ziva David," she informed me.
"I'm Olivia Lambert. I work with OSP in Los Angeles," I explained. "Tony and I knew each other a lifetime ago. He was constantly trying to get my number."
"Sounds like Tony," the other guy chuckled. "I'm Timothy McGee," he introduced himself. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Olivia."
CALLEN'S POV:
Callen hadn't missed the sweeping look that Agent DiNozzo had given his girlfriend. He didn't like it at all. Callen had never met Tony before, but the way DiNozzo watched Livy made G ready to fight. Funny, he though to himself, I've never been this protective about a girl before. What does that mean? We've only been dating for…a few days. But…I already feel like I love her. What does that mean?
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