A/N - So, on with the adventure. Thanks so much for the great reviews from last chapter.

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Chapter 14

Callen opened a drawer and grabbed a shirt and a pair of pants. He quickly pulled the pants on.

"My clothes are wet," Lucy said, pulling his attention to her. "Have you got anything I can wear?"

Callen threw her the shirt that was still in his hands and turned away quickly. His body was really hating him right now for having been interrupted. He grabbed another shirt and pulled it on.

"Thanks. Anything else?" she prompted him.

Callen glanced back over at her even as he reached into his drawers for a pair of pants for her. He couldn't resist. "You don't need anything else."

Lucy caught the pants he threw and pulled them on. Callen caught the smile and roll of her eyes as she did. "Socks would be good too," she added. "I'm not getting back in those shoes." She shuddered at the thought of getting back into the wet and muddy shoes. She was fine running barefoot, just wanted a little protection.

"Let's go," Callen added when he'd pulled on his shoes and she'd done the same with socks.

He grabbed her hand and they raced out the door. Callen pulled her in the direction of a nearby car he was already planning on smashing the window and hot-wiring. Anything to get them out of here quickly. They were about five steps from the car when a shower of bullets slammed into it, causing Callen to abruptly change direction dragging Lucy along with him and ran down the path beside the apartment building. He stopped suddenly when they got to the other side and looked at her.

"You ride?" Callen asked with a tilt of his head at the motorcycle sitting there.

"I drive. I don't ride." They heard cars screeching around the corner behind them

"You shoot." Callen handed her his gun and bent down to fiddle with the bike, hoping it would start easily. It did and when he stood up she was staring at him in confusion. He couldn't blame her; things were a bit weird in his head right now too.

Callen grabbed her hand and got on the bike. He pulled her on in front of him facing him. "Put your legs around me," he ordered. She did without question though she still seemed confused.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Lucy mumbled as the implications of the position and the gun finally sunk in. She moved to get a better view over his shoulder as Callen weaved them in and out of the shadows and the streets.

"At least get us some light so I can actually see what I'm trying to shoot," she said in his ear as they heard the screech of tyres and the sound of gunfire whistle past them. Callen went round a corner and this time managed to find a lit street to turn down.

"Thank you," she said before she moved a little so she could get a clearer line of vision to take the shots.

Callen heard the shots near his head as she fired, felt the feedback through her. He also heard the click of the empty chamber.

"Don't suppose you packed spares?" Lucy asked, though there wasn't much hope in her question.

"Nope, left them in my other pants." He was just lucky he'd already prepared the weapon as it was and not decided to do it after the shower.

"Appears I need more practice firing on the move but at least I managed to take out one of their tyres. Hope you can hide us quickly," she commented as she tucked herself into him as best she could to give him more visibility and ease of movement. She moved with him well and Callen had to wonder if she had done this before, at least the riding the bike with someone.

Callen turned them down a narrow alley, weaving in and out of dumpsters and eventually got them onto a decent road, but his gut told him to get off. He turned and kept going, weaving in and out of alleys and streets for another ten minutes.

"Do you even know where we are?" Lucy asked when Callen finally pulled them to a stop toward the end of yet another dark alley.

"Not exactly. Do you?"

"No." The word came out on a sigh.

"Let's hope whoever was after us doesn't know either," Callen said.

Lucy put her head down on his shoulder and her arms slipped back around him. She took a couple of shaky breaths.

When she straightened up she looked at him and said, "You know I know parents are supposed to mess with your love life, but I really didn't think I'd have to deal with it again now."

Callen chuckled. Lucy slapped him on the shoulder playfully. "It's not funny. Between them and everything else, we're never going to get a chance to get any further."

Callen kissed her briefly but soundly.

"I promise we will," he added when he pulled back.

"Promise huh?" she asked softly. There was a huskiness to her voice that brought back memories of earlier.

"Promise," Callen repeated and then tried to think about something else than before.

"I will hold you to that," she said before asking, "Where to next?"

Callen pulled out his phone and dialled. "I'll see if Sam can pick us up."

"Where the hell are you G?" Sam demanded.

"Not sure Sam." They were close to the end of the alley and Callen managed to recognise a shop across from it. "We're downtown, there's a Starbucks just across from the end of the alley. I think I remember going through Broadway. Come find us." Callen ran his fingers down Lucy's arms gently as she rested against him, trying to reassure her they were safe, at least to some degree. Except he came across something warm, wet and sticky about halfway down. Something that felt familiar.

"Hurry Sam, and bring a med kit," Callen said and hung up quickly. "When did you get hit?" he asked her.

"What?" Lucy raised her head. She sounded confused.

"Your arm," Callen told her. He touched her arm, carefully just below the wound and looked around for some light so he could see.

"Ow," she said somewhat belatedly as it finally registered in her mind that something was hurting. "I have no idea."

Callen helped her off the bike and guided them to a doorway closer to the end of the alley. There was a light shining overhead.

"Just a graze," Callen said once he'd checked it over. He grabbed hold of the sleeve of her shirt (his actually) and ripped.

Lucy pulled her eyes away from the bleeding wound on her other arm and looked up at him. "Don't like me in long sleeves?" she teased.

"Like you out of them better. I need to stop the bleeding okay. I'm not attempting to seduce you...yet."

Callen tied it firmly, but not too tight, over the wound. Lucy grimaced and let out a hiss of pain.

"Yeah well that would be a good thing," she told him, her voice heavy with sarcasm, "cause if you were, I'd have to tell you, your technique's all wrong."

Callen's mouth twitched at her teasing. "What? Saving your life not a turn on?"

"Causing me pain tying it up isn't."

"So saving your life is?"

Lucy shook her head. "G," she said in an exasperated tone.

"What?"

"Shut up. " She kissed him ensuring that he did.

Callen's phone beep with a text interrupting them.

'Got ya, on my way. 7?'

Callen shook his head, gave a small chuckle and fired off a simple 'No' to Sam. He returned his focus to Lucy after pocketing his phone.

"What was it?" she asked.

"Nothing important. Sam's on his way"

Lucy frowned. Callen could feel the tension increase in her. The look on her face suggested she thought he was lying and he remembered how she felt about that, and how accurately she'd picked up on it at the particular meeting Sam had just asked about. He thought about what had been going on with Sam and decided to tell her, might at least make her smile.

"Sam is trying to work out when we got together," he told her, emphasising the final word.

"Together as in … together or met?"

"Together," Callen confirmed.

"But we haven't…"

"He doesn't know that."

Lucy chuckled. "You're playing with him."

"Yep."

"How do you two work together?"

"Rather effectively apparently," Callen replied as he heard a car pull up.