Author's note: I do not own NCIS: LA or its characters
Anna was grabbing her purse from the backseat of Callen's car when she saw a lacy black strapless bra. She let out an angry growl and snatched it. She stormed upstairs and slammed the door. Callen jumped up.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asked softly. Anna slung the bra at him and slapped him across the face. Callen picked it up.
"Where did you get this? What's going on?" he asked softly. Anna yanked her ring off and slung it at him. Then Callen started putting the pieces together. He gently grabbed her hand.
"Hey. Listen to me," he said. Anna let out a low growl. "Baby. Look at me. I promise it's not what it looks like," he said desperately. Anna narrowed her eyes. "Baby, remember I gave Fatima and Rountree a ride? They wouldn't keep their hands off each other, I think he took it off her. I'll ask them, but I'm not cheating. I promise, you can look through anything you want," he whispered. Anna remembered how much the two had been flirting, amd realized his story was quite believable. She closed her eyes.
"I swear, if I find out you're lying, you're going to wish I would kill you," she snarled. Callen reached out and squeezed her hand.