A/N: sorry about the delay in updates. Been having some computer issues. Thank you very much for the reviews please keep em coming. This is going to be purely about Cameron's week.

Cameron looked around at the bullpen now that she was done changing it around and grinned. It looked so much better and now she could get in and out from behind her desk without tripping over. She was now nearer the entrance to the bullpen and Kensi was next to Callen. As she slid into her chair she sighed, it felt more relaxed than it had before for some reason. She looked at her watch and carried on with her paperwork. Within a couple of hours she was done as she really didn't have that much and yet the team still wasn't back yet. She looked at her watch and scowled she didn't like sitting behind her desk and she was just too nosy, she would have to wait to see if her plan actually worked. Sighing again she sat back in her chair and actually started to clock watch when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye.

"You know Miss Mitchell you should probably go home. I'm sure they will be fine. In fact I insist you go and take the rest of the week off." Hetty said as she approached Cameron's desk. Cameron went to open her mouth but Hetty just shook her head.

"No arguments." Cameron sighed and stood up nodding her head as she exited the bullpen.

In the car:

"That took way to long Sam." Callen said.

"You know what desperate housewives are like for a man in uniform that isn't their husbands." Sam replied calmly and grinned at the eye roll that his partner gave him.

"Yes I understand that but why did you have to stay for every cup of coffee?" Callen replied snappishly.

"Is this because you slept last night?" Sam asked him.

"No. This is because I want to go home and forget that ever happened." Kensi tried to smother a laugh from the back seat. Callen turned in his seat to glare at her, "Something on your mind?"

"No but there's clearly something on yours." Kensi replied knowingly. "Or should I say someone?"

"Why are we driving you back?"

"Deeks is annoying me more than usual so you have to live with it." Callen turned back around in his seat and crossed his arms. Kensi looked at her watch,

"Look its already late why don't we go for a drink and report to Hetty in the morning?" Callen looked like he was about to argue but Sam jumped in,

"G we need a break. Besides if you go home you might end up sleeping again." Callen scowled but didn't say anything. Sam grinned at Kensi in the rear-view mirror as Kensi attempted to smother a grin. Sam parked the car at a nearby bar as Callen spoke to Hetty and Kensi was on the phone to Deeks inviting him over. Once Callen had hung up he stood next to Sam,

"So I take it Hetty was ok with us going out?"

"Yes. She had already sent Cameron home. I invited her and Eric. They should be here soon. Maybe I should call Cameron…" he trailed off. Sam raised an eyebrow,

"What's with you and this girl G?"

"Nothing. She's a friend." Sam watched his friend as he fiddled with his collar. He saw red creeping up Callen's neck and then he realised.

"It was her you slept with last night!" Callen looked at his friend,

"Could you have shouted that any louder I don't think they heard you in New York."

"Are you denying it?" Callen didn't reply. But Sam didn't take his eyes off his partner.

"How did that happen then?" Sam asked quietly.

"It wasn't like that. She came knocking on my door wrapped up in her quilt in the middle of the night." Callen answered but he didn't want to go into too much detail.

"What were you taking apart?"

"My toaster."

"Uh huh. So she just knocked on your door and that's it? How did you end up asleep G?" Callen turned cold eyes onto him.

"Is that all you care about? How I fell asleep? You don't care that a member of our team was banging on my door in the middle of the night?" Sam rolled his eyes.

"Yes. I want to know. Of course I care but where else was she supposed to go? You're the closest. Which by the way is a little suspicious if you ask me." Callen didn't reply as Kensi had joined them. When they went silent she looked between the pair,

"Ok what were you guys talking about?" she asked them suspiciously.

"Nothing." Callen replied but Sam said,

"G sleeping with Cameron." Kensi smiled which made Callen madder.

"I was not sleeping with Cameron! She knocked on my door, she had a nightmare and we sat up all night talking." He ground out through his teeth, he was feeling very defensive which wasn't like him at all and he couldn't understand why.

"Yeah ok." Kensi replied and looked around as a pair of headlights lit them up. As it pulled next up next to the Challenger Kensi smiled, "Ah they're here."

Inside the bar:

They were having a brilliant time when Callen started looking at his watch.

"Mr Callen I'm sure Miss Mitchell is fine. I gave her the rest of the week off. She needs to sleep. Besides she is of no use to us if she's a mute however temporary." Callen looked at his beer that he had barely touched and then sighed. He wanted to go home. He turned to Sam and said,

"I'm going home. See you in the morning." He stood up and Sam called out

"No sleepin now G!" towards Callen's retreating back. Once he was outside he felt better he didn't like the fact that Cameron hadn't been there. He called a cab, as he didn't feel like going to traffic school again and waited. He wasn't waiting long and he was back home and heading up the stairs towards Cameron's apartment. He knocked on the door and when he didn't get a reply he picked the lock and stepped into the dark apartment. Once his eyes had adjusted to the darkness he started making sure there was nothing amiss he picked his way over the floor, apparently Cameron had been reorganising in the few hours that she had been sent home and had left stuff all over the floor, and sat down on the couch waiting for the inevitable.

Wednesday night:

When she had got home Cameron entered her apartment and scowled. Nothing was right so she started pulling things off the shelves that her and Callen had erected the day she had moved in and putting the stuff in the middle of the floor. Then she decided to do the whole apartment. She put stuff into the middle of her living room floor. With all of her stuff around her she looked at the walls critically. Needs a lick of paint she thought to herself. Then she started thinking of colours. She wandered into her bedroom and started to pull everything into the middle of that room as well. She sat down onto her bed and flopped backwards onto it. Staring at the ceiling she felt her mind begin to drift away and she was soon asleep. That's when it started. She was at NCIS looking for everyone. But there were no desks, no phones, no nothing. She had only been gone a few days and they had picked up and left her. Walking up the spiral staircase she noted that Sam's punching bag had also gone. Walking into ops she palmed the door as it whooshed open she saw that most of the equipment had gone except for a laptop. She walked over to it and turned it on. It took a couple of minutes for it boot up. It had a single file on the desktop with her name. She clicked it open. Cameron. We've left you. You don't belong here so we've changed our whereabouts so that you can't compromise us any further. Don't attempt to contact us or find us. She could feel tears stinging her eyes as she reread the note three times in quick succession. She walked back towards the wall and slid down it. Soon the only noise that was rattling around the building was Cameron crying. She cried herself to sleep. She woke up with a sense of dread. She had no idea why she had woken up but something had definitely disturbed her. Pushing herself up off the floor she felt around her back for her gun and then frowned, she didn't have it. Then she heard it. A creaking noise on the spiral staircase. She peered around the door and saw a shock of red curly hair. She gulped knowing what was coming. Her worst nightmare was coming true she was alone in a condemned building with a clown. "I know you're in here." It muttered. She balled up her fist and thrust into her mouth to stop herself from screaming out. She backed away from the door and immediately hit the only desk in the whole room. It creaked as she hit it. She could just imagine the clowns face smiling knowing that he had finally found his prey. She scuttled around the desk and hid behind it. She heard its heavy footfalls on the wood as it pushed its way through the door. It stopped and he sniffed the air. "You stink of fear." It walked towards her and she made a tiny sobbing noise. It was in front of her now and she couldn't take wide frightened eyes off his face. It grabbed her by the throat and stood up. Lifting her up by the neck her legs dangling. She could have given him a swift kick if she wasn't so afraid. She was whimpering it pulled her closer and went to give her a kiss…Cameron woke up screaming. Her heart pounding in her ears and she was sure out of her chest. She pulled the quilt up to her chin as she shook. She turned towards her bedside light and was about to switch it on when she heard a creaking coming from her living room. Her hand froze.

"Wh…who…who's there?" she called out timidly. She looked under her door and saw that there was a light on and a figure walking past it.

"P…p…please leave me alone." She begged with the figure.

"Cameron?" a voice called from behind her door. "Are you ok?" Cameron frowned at the voice, she recognised it. Throwing back her covers in a moment of anger she stalked to her bedroom door and yanked it open. In the light Callen looked slightly guilty and embarrassed.

"What the Hell are you doing here?" she demanded angrily.

"I was worried about you. So I thought I would check on you." Callen answered backing away from the door.

"So you BROKE into my apartment to see if I was ok? And once realising I was sleeping you decided to STAY?" she demanded again. This time advancing on him.

"Well yeah." Callen answered as if this made perfect sense. Cameron continued to glare at him. She was trying to forget her nightmare, be angry and calm down her pounding heart all at the same time. Callen looked around and pointed to the TV,

"Wanna watch a film?"

"Disney." She snapped at him and walked over to the couch and flopped down onto it.

Thursday morning:

Cameron had fallen asleep halfway through The Three Musketeers but Callen was quite enjoying it. When she had said Disney he had automatically assumed that it was to the cartoon films. How wrong he had been. They had watched all of the Mighty Ducks films, The Three Musketeers and Pirates Of The Caribbean. The only cartoon ones they had watched had been Aladdin and The Little Mermaid. But Cameron hadn't really lasted through The Three Musketeers. He had noticed that she kept looking between himself and D'Artagnan. She finally shook her head and promptly fell asleep. It was dawn when Callen finally moved and looked at his watch. Coffee he thought to himself. He stood up and stretched, if Cameron had woken up at that point she would have seen his stomach but she didn't and Callen straightened his t-shirt and headed out of the door to go and get coffee. He hadn't meant to be so late but by the time he came back Cameron was up and muttering to herself. He let himself in and cleared his throat holding two cups of coffee. She whirled around,

"How the Hell do you keep getting in?" she snapped at him.

"I keep picking the lock. Maybe you should just give me a key." He replied giving her his most charming smile. She glowered at him and went back to muttering to herself.

"What are you doing?" he asked when he couldn't make out what she was saying.

"I'm thinking out loud. Why aren't you at work?" she asked him. He looked at his watch and cursed. She raised an eyebrow.

"Are you going to be ok?" he asked her as he walked towards her front door.

"Yes mother." Callen sighed in annoyance.

"Just call me if you need me." She nodded her head but didn't reply.

"Promise?" he pushed.

"Yes I promise now go before Hetty has you keelhauled."

"I don't think the Navy does that anymore." He replied as he went out the door.

Thursday afternoon:

She had already been out and bought her paint not long after Callen had left her apartment that morning. Putting the tins of paint down she went into her bedroom. Pulling out an old pair of dungarees and a long sleeved t-shirt she headed into her bathroom and changed. She also fixed her hair into plaited pigtails and a blue bandana that was splattered with paint. Now she was dressed for painting but she just needed some music to sing along to. She pulled out her I-Pod docking station out of the pile in the middle of the floor. Thankfully it still had her I-Pod in it. Plugging it in at a socket in the kitchen she pushed play and smiled. It was the Grease 2 soundtrack. She opened up the burnt orange paint and grabbed a roller and two paintbrushes. Putting the paintbrushes into her back pockets she started to paint the living room.

Thursday night:

Callen picked the lock again and stepped into the living room. What he saw shocked him. The walls were orange and Cameron was splattered head to toe in the stuff. But as he took in her appearance he decided that he way she was dressed suited her. Not many people could pull off dungarees, himself being one of them, but she could. She was dancing in the middle of the room and singing rather loudly out of tune to a song he didn't recognise. He smiled as he watched her. After a few minutes he cleared his throat. She froze and turned around slowly.

"Are you stalking me?"

"No. You didn't answer your phone. I was worried." She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well clearly I'm alright. So you can leave."

"Been having fun have you?"

"Yes. I like painting it calms me down."

"You know I could have helped you if you had asked."

"There's plenty more to do. So did you get keelhauled?"

"No. I told you the Navy doesn't do that anymore." Cameron smirked at him,

"Did even mention the Navy? I believe I said Hetty would keelhaul you. Not the Navy." Callen seemed to think about this for a second.

"Hetty wouldn't do that. Would she?" Cameron just laughed at him.