Papa Bear
"I hope one of those is for me," Granger said upon entering her office, standing in front of her desk.
"Oh, yes, Owen, please help yourself," Hetty replied, glancing up, pushing a tumbler of whiskey in his direction. Granger sat down with a grunt, grabbing the glass and bringing it to his lips. He stared absently towards the bullpen from behind his drink, smiling gently.
Hetty followed his gaze slowly, eyes settling on the team gathered in the bullpen, grinning and joking as they packed up laptops and files. Hetty smiled, panning her gaze back to Owen, who was smiling bigger now.
Hetty smiled ruefully. That big old papa bear loved his cubs, no matter how much he refused to admit it. The big, tough papa bear had a soft spot for all of them, even if he hid it under that hardened exterior.
He and Callen, the oldest cub, had an odd bond. Callen was stubborn, often disagreeing with Granger's ways in favor of his own, no matter how reckless. This made Granger angry, because he wanted to keep him safe, so the pair often disagreed, but Granger still liked him.
Granger and Hanna, the team's second oldest cub, had some of the same views, and got along well. Granger liked Hanna, trusted him for almost everything. Hanna was big, strong, steady, reliable, and this pleased Granger. The team needed a steady beacon, and Granger wouldn't have put any one else in Hanna's place.
Newest cub Deeks and Granger got along fine, and his dorky sense of humor and badly-timed smart remarks amused Owen, even if he refused to admit it. Granger saw Deeks as comic relief, but also as a loyal team member who couldn't be replaced. He enjoyed scaring Deeks slightly, but deep down had a soft soft for the silly Detective.
Little brother Beale was a dorky, geeky member of the team who never failed to make Granger smile. Inwardly, that is. No way would he allow Beale to know he thought he was funny. A guilty pleasure of Owen's was to enter Ops when the two meerkats, Beale and his partner Jones, didn't notice, and scare them out of whatever odd conversation they were having.
Baby bear number one, Blye, had weaseled her way into his heart. Granger had the biggest soft spot for the Junior Agent, who acted so nervous around him, but secretly liked him too. The stubborn, headstrong young woman had a fiery spirit that never ceased to make Owen smile.
Baby bear number two, Jones, and Owen were an odd pair. Owen liked Jones, that tiny, fiery little ball of energy. Her odd sense of humor and awkward remarks never ceased to amuse him. Jones rather enjoyed his company and gruff sense of humor. It was Granger who had dubbed Jones and Beale the meerkats, and the secretly affectionate nickname had stuck.
"Henrietta? Did you hear what I said?" Granger's voice shook her out of her thoughts. Throwing a glance towards the bullpen told her the team had left, and Granger was back to focusing on her.
"Oh, no, I did not, Owen," Hetty replied with an apologetic smile.
"No matter," Granger shook his head. "What are you thinking about?" He asked with a nod of his chin and a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, nothing, you big old bear," Hetty replied, getting up from her chair, placing her empty tumbler on her desk. She headed for the tunnel. "Goodnight Owen."
"Goodnight, Henrietta."
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I struggled with this a tad, if anyone has any suggestions, I will gladly take them.