(One Week Later)

(At NCIS: OSP Headquarters)

(Emily's P.O.V.)

I was sitting at Callen's desk, reading the newspaper, when I suddenly smelt something. Making my stomach turn.

"What's that smell?" I asked, as I put the paper down on the desk.

Deeks and Sam looked at me.

"I don't smell anything." Deeks said.

"No there's definitely….Something." I said, as I began to feel nauseous.

Sam sniffed in Deeks direction.

"It's you." Sam said to him.

"No, it's not Deeks." I said. "He smells like ocean breeze."

"See? I smell like ocean breeze." Deeks said to Sam, smiling big. Then he looked back at me. "Can you repeat that when Kensi get's back? Just so she knows."

"What does it smell like?" Sam asked me.

"….Fish." I said.

"Oh! I think I know what she's talking about." Deeks said.

Deeks then picked up his bag, sat it down on his desk, and opened it. Putting his hand in the bag soon after.

Then, Deeks pulled out a sandwich bag with a sandwich in it.

And as soon as he did, the smell got stronger, and I felt sicker.

"Is it this?" Deeks asked, holding the sandwich bag up.

"Yes, what the hell is that?" I asked, as I covered my nose. Hoping it would stop the sick feeling I was having.

"It's tuna and cheese." Deeks said.

I closed my eyes and focused on breathing.

"Emily, you ok?" I heard Sam ask, concerned. "You don't look too good."

Feeling I was about to throw up any second, I quickly got up and ran toward the bathroom.

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(Meanwhile)

(At the Boatshed)

(Callen's P.O.V.)

"Got you breakfast." I said, as I sat down a white bag on the table of the main room of the boatshed.

Tracy stood up from the couch and walked over to me.

"Are you alone?" Tracy asked. "Or is Emily waiting in the car?"

"Kensi is talking to the Agents who have been watching you." I said, ignoring her question.

"Well, isn't that a surprise." She said.

"Don't start." I said.

"Don't start what?" Tracy asked. "How you and Emily always seem to be attached at the hip?"

I rolled my eyes.

"What part of 'she's one of my closes friends' do you not understand?" I asked.

Tracy laughed half-heartedly.

"Sure." She said. "Whatever you say. Just know I know how you feel about her. Even when you didn't know it yourself."

"This is about her, isn't it?" Tracy said.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Emily." She said. "She's the reason why you want the divorce."

"Oh my God, you GOT to be KIDDING me!" I said, my voice rising with every word. "Emily isn't the reason! You LEFT me on a mission. You didn't even think twice about your partner. About me. About our relationship. YOU decided that the success of the mission and getting your ass out of there was more important than me. THAT'S why I want a divorce."

"Why do you keep making excuses?" Tracy asked. "Why do you keep denying the obvious?...You're in love with her, Callen. Blindingly so…Right to the point where you don't even realize it."

"Enjoy your breakfast." I said.

I then turned around and walked away.

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Kensi and I walked to the bull pen and saw Deeks sitting at his desk.

"Hey, Deeks." Kensi said, as we headed toward our desk. "Where's Sam and Emily?"

"Yeah, about that…" I heard Deeks begin.

I stopped walking at the front of my desk, and turned to look at him.

"What?" I asked.

"Emily's in the bathroom." Deeks said. "…..And she's not feeling well."

"How not well are you talking?" I asked, suddenly feeling concerned.

"Throwing up." Deeks said. "She got a whiff of my tuna and cheese sandwich and ran to the bathroom."

"Tuna and cheese? Really?" Kensi asked. Sounding disgusted.

"Hey! It's a good sandwich!" Deeks said defensively.

"Tuna and cheese?" I asked. "Are you sure you didn't add anything to it?"

"No." Deeks said. "It was just tuna, mixed with mayo, and cheese."

"Strange." I said, as the wheels in my head began to turn. "She loves tuna, mayo, and cheese…..Probably not together, but individually she does."

"Sam's with her right now." Deeks said. "I would be with her too, but when I was there originally, apparently I brought the smell with me." Then, he muttered: "So much for smelling like ocean breeze."

Kensi gave him a confused look.

"I'll go check on her." I said.

Then, I headed out of the bull pen and in the direction of the bathrooms.

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(Emily's P.O.V.)

"You ok, Em?" I heard Sam ask from the other side of the door.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the wall.

I was sitting by the toilet in the bathroom.

"I'm ok." I said. My voice giving away that I wasn't. Much to my dismay.

A couple seconds went by in silence, then I heard the door to the bathroom open, and close.

"You don't look so well, Emily." I heard a voice say.

I instantly knew who it was.

"I've been worse, Hetty." I said, smiling a little, as I opened my eyes to look at her.

"I heard your sudden illness was the cause of a sandwich Mr. Deeks had." Hetty said. "Tuna and cheese."

I suddenly felt even more sick.

"Please don't say those words again." I said.

"Of course." She said. "I won't."

It was silent for a couple seconds, in which I had closed my eyes again.

"Miss Taylor," I heard Hetty begin. "There are only a couple reasons why you would feel the way you're feeling right now. One of those reasons is because you have a bug, and the sandwich triggered it."

"What's the other reason?" I asked.

When Hetty didn't answer, I opened my eyes and looked at her.

I then saw there was something in her hand.

I looked at what she was holding out to me.

And when I did, my eyes went wide.

"You can't be serious." I said, looking at her.

"I'm afraid I am." Hetty said.

Just then, I heard a knock on the door.

"Emily, it's me, are you ok?" I heard Callen ask from the other side of the door. His voice filled with concern.

"I will take care of Mr. Callen." Hetty said. "You, take this."

Hetty then placed the box on the ground beside me, and headed toward the door.

Once Hetty reached the door, she opened it enough for her to walk out of the bathroom, as she said:

"Mr. Callen,"

Then, Hetty closed the door.

I looked at the box beside me.

And when I did, I felt nauseous once again.

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(Callen's P.O.V.)

Once I reached the bathrooms, specifically the woman's bathroom, I saw Sam was standing outside the door.

"Deeks filled me in." I said, gaining Sam's attention. "How is she?"

"She claims she's ok, but her voice says otherwise." Sam said. "Hetty just went in."

I walked by him to the door and knocked on it.

"Emily, it's me, are you ok?" I asked, not even trying to hide how concerned I was.

A couple seconds went by, then suddenly, the door opened, revealing Hetty.

"Mr. Callen," Hetty said, as she came out of the bathroom, and immediately closed the door behind her before I could look inside.

"Hetty, is she ok?" I asked.

"She should be just fine, Mr. Callen." Hetty said. "However, I highly recommend that the tuna and cheese sandwich is disposed of and out of the building before Miss Taylor rejoins us."

"On it." Sam said.

Sam, who suddenly looked like a man on a mission, headed toward the bull pen. Leaving me with Hetty.

"Is she REALLY ok?" I asked.

"Yes, she is." Hetty said. "Now, let's go and see Mr. Hanna dispose of that sandwich…I have a feeling it's going to be an interesting task to complete."