Sam Hanna paced the hallway outside Hetty's office. An early morning call from her couldn't be good news. He'd spent the better part of an hour waiting for her to open the door to the archive section of her office. At last, he stepped forward and saw G, his eyes wet from crying. Damn it, did I do this?
"Come in Mr. Sam Hanna."
That was an ominous sound. Not good. She rarely called him by his full name and when she did it meant trouble.
"Let us all sit over here."
To sit in the archive section meant double trouble—a reprimand was sure to follow. That's when Sam noticed Nate was there too.
"You were supposed be debriefing Mr. Callen not harassing him."
"Sorry, that was not my intention."
"Intentions are everything when it comes to a potentially volatile situation. Go ahead Mr. Callen."
"I can't do this sitting down."
"You are free to get up."
Callen turned his back on everyone and spoke. "My father, oh hell, wanted me to engage you in a relationship. This is screwing with my mind. I can't get it out of my mind. And then, damn, then you had to go and do what you did yesterday afternoon. Why?" He paced the room and came back over to where they all sat on a sofa and two armchairs. Callen didn't look at his partner. "You, damn, I didn't need that on top of what my father did." Tears filled his eyes again.
"As you can see Mr. Hanna we are dealing with a sticky situation."
"I won't do it again. It was supposed to be a joke."
"It was no laughing matter to Mr. Callen."
"I screwed up okay?"
"Definitely, Mr. Hanna. Promise me it won't happen again."
"It won't."
"Good. Mr. Callen you are staying at Sam's place until further notice."
"Absolutely no way." He shook his head fast.
Hetty stood and pulled him aside, whispering something in his ear.
"No!" He backed up and edged toward the door.
"Mr. Callen, stop." She motioned for the Nate to intervene.
Nate slid past them and locked the doors. He deposited the key in his pants' pocket.
"Bastard!" Callen charged him, yelling and hitting.
Hetty and Sam pulled him off of Nate. "Calm yourself, Mr. Callen."
"I can't. I won't go there. He'll… rape me."
"Transference neurosis." Nate mumbled out loud.
"What?" Hetty asked.
"That is what is happening. Callen, Sam isn't going to do that to you. Remember, we discussed this before he came in here," Nate said.
"He tried to."
"No, he wrestled with you and it reminded you of what your father had done."
"No, liar!"
"Listen to him, Mr. Callen, he is telling you the truth."
"Get you hands off me assholes!" He wrenched himself free from Sam's and Hetty's hold and backed against a wall. "You too Hetty. I don't want you touching me."
"It will be quite difficult for you to stay with me if we cannot be in close proximity."
Callen thought about her words and nodded.
"Coming home with me?"
He shook his head.
"Mr. Hanna?"
"Yeah, I guess."
Nate unlocked the door and stepped aside. Hetty moved away too. Sam stood his ground.
"I'm going to work," Callen said, half-running out the door.
"You think he's fit enough to work?" Sam asked.
"Doesn't matter he'll use it as a distraction. Always has," Nate said.