Hetty's office, on the couch
'Hey. How was the meeting?' Granger asked.
'About as you'd expect, boring. I was really glad to get your call! You should've seen the look on that woman's face when I told her I was the one who invented that test!' Hetty said, cheerfully.
'How could someone like her, who has been giving that test for years, not know that HL means you?! HL- Hetty Lange.'
'I know, right?! It's really something.'
'Indeed.'
Silence.
'So, you and Callen back on good terms?' Granger asked.
Hetty and Callen hadn't been on great terms since Callen went rogue and left her in the dark.
'Not really. He appears to not have any hard feelings, but, I guess I'm the one who's still annoyed.' Hetty replied.
'Did you at least convince him to shave? Because no offense, his hair is a bit out of control.'
'Gave him a razor and told him I'd shave his head if he didn't.'
'Well, that's one way to get him to do it!'
'Yes.' 'Um, can I ask you a question?' Hetty asked.
'Yes.'
'The last night we spent on my yacht, did you, say something to me in your sleep?'
'No. No, I don't remember.'
'You sure?' Hetty asked, giving a suspicious look.
'I'm positive.'
'Hmmm. Okay. If you say so.'
'Crap! This is not how I pictured her finding out that I love her!' Granger thought, looking worried.
