And so lying underneath those stormy skies
She'd say, "oh, ohohohoh I know the sun must set to rise"
This could be
Para-para-paradise
…..
"G."
Callen smiled as he heard Nell call his name from the living room, her voice stretching out his name, his single letter, in one long whinny voice. Whipping the dish he had in his hand, he placed it back into the dish washer, a grin on his face.
"G." She whined again.
No answer once again, and he could picture her huff, the way she would have her arms crossed right now, exasperation on her face.
"You just aren't answering me, because you want to make me mad."
He grinned, before placing the dishtowel back under the sink. "Me? Try to make you mad? Never."
He turned the corner into the living room, where she laid, arms crossed, frown on her face, but the corners of her cheeks threatened to turn upwards. "Sometimes, I don't even know why I like you."
Stretching out on the couch, his head in her lap, he shook his head. "It's because of my good looks."
Nell turned towards him, arms still crossed, sticking her lip into a beautiful pout causing him to shake his head.
"I always wondered where our kids learned that."
"I taught them."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. All I wanted was for you to look outside. It's snowing, G!"
He turned so quickly, she grinned before remaining her composure back to her pout. "Well look at that," He replied, his voice even but his eyes gave away his excitement when he turned back to her. "I have never seen thick snow in LA."
"Let's go play in."
Nell's voice was so child-like, he could hardly argue and before they knew it, all the kids and them were outsides, packed into their warmest LA weather-material/winter clothing. Thanks to Hetty, Nell had a back-up of warmer coats and gloves, and while she had fussed about it, G had told her that jeans were perfectly okay as snow pants. Madeline at 7 years old had decided to make a perfect snow man, and Clara at 9 and G had decided to help her. Becca was content to make snow-angels and Josh enjoyed throwing snowballs when you least expected it. Contently, Nell sat down into the snow, feeling the wetness soak her jeans, as she grinned at her family. Running back into the house, she came back out with her camera, showing it in the air.
"Smile!" She replied as they all posed around the snowman who was known almost taller then G with five snow balls and numerous sticks and stones spread all over his body. "How often does LA get snow?"
When Nell finally got around to developing the film almost five months later, it was in the middle of a June drought and as she pulled open and saw the top picture, she giggled. It was a beautiful shot. Josh was winding up for another surprise attack that G was ducking for, Clara was fixing a button on the snowman and Becca had been frantically trying to get behind her ducking father, at the sight of Josh's snowball. And lastly, Madeline sat dead-center, grinning perfectly at the camera.
"Will you check this picture out?" She replied, throwing it on Kensi's desk, who instantly burst into laughter. The two new agents, Agent William Packard and Agent Cael Wibeu leaned against the desk, checking out the picture. William, an older man with a serious nature, cracked a grin, and Cael, the much younger man who had become Kensi's partner, burst out laughing.
"Your family is sure something special, Nell." He commented and Nell nodded, as she glanced at the picture again.
"They sure are." She agreed, as she folded it and set it on her desk in OPS. Because it was a nice reminder in the middle of terriost situation, that sometimes the darkest situations brought light. Look at her and G. Without all the murders, they would of never meet. Without all the arguing, they wouldn't be as close. Without all the accidents, they would have not appreciated each other as much.
Sam and Wife (Unnamed)
-Grace-23
Eric and Clara
-Clara's two daughter's from other marriage, (20-18)
-Son – no age
G and Nell
Josh -15
Becca- 12
Clara- 10
Madeline – 7
Deeks and Kensi-
Son(Unnamed) -11
Daughter (Unnamed) – 9
Elizabeth-7