Chapter One

Two Weeks Earlier...

Los Angeles, California

"And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times, it's you, it's you, you make me sing..." He sang softly in her ear, as they slowly danced in the boathouse. G Callen, held the woman he loved in his arms. He had just gotten back from an assignment that was for a couple of weeks. When he got back to the office he found a note from Hetty informing him that he needed to get cleaned up and go to the boathouse to meet his wife for dinner. He found her there wearing the white sundress that she wore for their wedding.

"You know, if you keep on singing, I'm going to have to put you in the spring production," she joked.

"I already have a part in the production. My role, is the supportive husband, who sits in the audience and makes sure no one pisses off the Director,"

She laughed, "That's a good role."

The song repeated again, and she felt Callen's arms loosen, "One more dance." She kissed him.

"We should go home I know Hetty wants me at the office early tomorrow."

"Let's stay here for night." She leaned in closer to him, "I heard from a reliable source, that the cameras are disabled in the room upstairs," she whispered, in his ear, as she began to unbutton his shirt.

"It's very tempting," he said.

"I'm sure will be worth it,"

He looked at his watch, "We really have to go," he tried to protest, as she began to nibble on his ear.

"Please."

He thought about it for a moment, and then caught her smile, that told him, she knew she was going to get her way with just batting those beautiful green eyes. He pulled himself away from her, "Time to go."

She pouted with a small smile on her face, knowing that he was right, but would let it go... this time.

"Fine," she went over to the counter, and started to clean up.

Callen buttoned up his shirt while walking over to the couch to get his coat. He heard glass breaking as he put his keys in the pocket of his coat, "Told you we should have used the plastic glasses Babe."

"G?" she said, slowly.

"Yeah?" he looked at her; she was looking out the window, her hand above her stomach.

She looked down at her hand, and turned slowly to look at him. It was the blank look on her face that got his attention, and the red stain that grew quickly on her white dress.

"Sarah?!"

She fell to the floor.

"No!" he cried out, sitting up, sweat dripping down his back. G Callen, looked at the clock and realized he had maybe thirty minutes of sleep this time around. "Just a dream," he told himself, then looked at her side of the bed and saw it was empty. Getting out of bed, he walked out of the room.

He found her asleep on the couch in the living room, wrapped in the midnight blue shawl she bought while on their honeymoon, with her laptop on coffee table. The laptop was playing 'Love Never Dies', which was her latest muse to get her inspired. They decided for their next trip, they would go away for the summer, and their plan was not to bring, or talk about work. She was already planning on songs for her students to sing for the fall semester.

"Sarah," he touched her shoulder.

"Mmmm," she turned over.

"Come on Babe, time to get in bed," he closed the laptop.

"Five more minutes, I think I got it," she said, barely waking up.

"You said that over an hour ago. Come on," he picked her up, and walked out of the living room.

"But, I'll forget," she protested, in her sleep.

"Well, if you do then, I'm sure you'll think of something better," he got her into bed, and pulled the covers over her.

"Promise?" she asked.

He wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her cheek, "I promise."

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Kylie Minogue, Madonna, and Katy Perry all tried their best to wake Sarah up, as she drove to one of the four places she used, to get her tea, before going to work. She hated for spending the money, but falling asleep on the couch, strange dreams, and finding herself in bed, waking up to Callen's nightmares, made her exhausted. She knew that he had a rough night when he checked to make sure she was there at least three times after he got her in bed. Now she had to figure out a way to have him tell her what it was about.

She walked in to see a few people at tables.

"Large or Extra-large?" the barista, at the counter, asked.

"A bucket, if you have it," she said.

They laughed, and he started getting her drink ready.

She looked around the place, and noticed something sticking out of the case where the cups were. She pulled out a magazine, and saw that it was a copy of Sniper Monthly, from 2009. She looked around to make sure no one was looking, and placed it in her bag.

"Hope this helps," he told, her placing it on the counter.

"I'm sure it will. Thanks!" she replied, as she walked out.

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"Hello, Gibbs, looking for this?" Sarah asked, looking at his reflection in the rear view mirror, pulling out the magazine, and handing it to him.

"Glad you found it," he said, reaching from the back seat, and took it from her.

"So, why are you here?" she really didn't need to ask. She knew, if Gibbs was in town, it was about Callen. And it also meant, that he didn't want Sam to know what was going on yet.

"Just wanted to see my favorite redhead."

"You can call me. McGee told me last week, that he showed you how to Skype."

He rolled his eyes, "It's so impersonal."

She finally turned around to look at him, "What's going on, Gibbs?"

"Dracul Comescu, and his new bodyguard, are in Paris. A source told me they got in two days ago. I need you, and DiNozzo, to observe and tag,"

"When do we leave?" she asked.

"You leave this afternoon, and get back Sunday night,"

Sarah frowned, "Callen should be okay for a couple of days,"

"What do you mean?"

"He's been having nightmares, the past couple of nights."

"How bad?" he asked, knowing that this had been brought up in past reports she had given to Sam.

"Bad enough where when he wakes up he makes sure I'm there and breathing every time."

"Has he talked about it?" Gibbs asked.

"No. I was going to try and figure out how to talk to him about it tonight."

He put his hand on her shoulder, "I promise you'll be back by Sunday night."

She smiled, "And the cover for Callen?" she asked, getting back to business.

"You were invited to teach a Musical Workshop, in Washington D.C., because someone suddenly came down with the flu. You'll stay with me, and will get back on Sunday night."

"Fine."

"See you in a couple of hours," he said, getting out of the car.

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