Chapter Two

G Callen looked at his watch, and swore he read the same paragraph for the past ten minutes. It was going to be a long day.

"Morning G," Sam Hanna, walked into the bullpen, placing his laptop bag on his desk. He looked at Callen, surprised when his partner growled and continued looking at the report, "What's wrong?" he asked, trying to remember if he had ever seen G like this before.

"Nothing," Callen growled again.

Sam was about to speak, when he saw Kensi behind G, giving him a signal that she needed to talk to him, "I'll be right back," he said, knowing G wasn't paying any attention, and walked out of the bullpen.

He followed Kensi down the hallway, and she looked around to make sure no one was round.

"He's been like this since he walked in this morning," she told him.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. Eric said, that G was here when he walked in at seven thirty. He has only been giving people one word responses, or growling at them. I don't think he has turned a page on that report he is reading."

"Hetty in yet?" Sam asked, getting out his phone.

"She's upstairs in Ops."

"Keep an eye on him. I'll find out what is going on," he told her.

"Okay," she said, and went back to the bullpen.

Sam got out his phone and dialed the number, "This is Sarah; you know what to do and when to do it," the voicemail message said.

"We need to talk, please call me," he said, and hung up the phone.

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Sam was just outside of the bullpen when Deeks walked in.

"Morning all," Deeks said, and smiled at Kensi.

Callen groaned.

Deeks looked at G, and wondered what was going on, "You alright Callen?"

"I'm fine," he said, annoyed.

"Honeymoon over?" Deeks asked, sitting down putting his keys in the drawer.

Sam put his hand on Kensi's arm before she could say something, and sat there enjoying watching Deeks digging his own grave.

Callen sighed, "No."

Deeks smiled, "Honeymoon still going on?"

"That is none of your business," he glared.

Now concerned, Deeks asked, "You and Sarah have a fight?"

G shut the file, stood up, and looked at everyone, "I'm fine. Sarah is fine. We're both fine!" then turned, and walked away.

"That's not fine," Hetty said, standing at the top of the stairs.

"No, it's not." Sam said, now worried.

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Sam waited a couple of minutes, to let G calm down, before he went into the gym. He heard the Nexersys machine give out commands. On days like today, he really wished Nate didn't go off and do his secret squirrel missions.

"Want to tell me what's wrong?" he asked, walking into the gym.

"Why does something have to be wrong? Can't I be in a mood?" G asked, while trying to concentrate.

"Because this is a mood that is making everyone worried, including me." Sam watched G beat the crap out of the Nexersys machine, "Will you please tell me before you break the machine, and Hetty takes it out of your paycheck," he said.

G finally stopped, paused the machine, and grabbed a towel, "I've been having dreams … that Sarah is shot."

"You get this dream a lot?" Sam asked, already knowing, from Sarah's recent reports that this had been happening.

"Last night? Yes."

"How many times last night?"

"Four."

"How many times this week?"

"Three."

"Is this because of what Chameleon said to you?" Sam asked.

"Maybe," G began the program again. "Dracul Comescu being off grid also worries me,"

"You need to talk to Sarah," Sam told him.

"Don't want to worry her," G said, in between punches.

"Communication-"

G stopped, "Yeah, I know, communication is the key, and she's not a mind reader."

Sam smiled, "So you do listen to me."

"Every so often," he shrugged and then went back to the machine.

"Sorry to interrupt," Nell said, hearing part of the conversation, "Hetty needs both of you in Ops right away." She turned and walked away.

"Talk to her," Sam told him, and walked out of the gym.

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"What's going on Hetty?" Callen asked, walking into Ops seeing Dracul Comescu on the screen.

"Your old friend, Dracul Comescu, has been spotted," She told them.

"Where?"

"In Paris. Seems he's checking on an investment and bringing his new bodyguard. Gentlemen, you're going on a trip. Observe and watch, no contact."

"Are you sure you want us to do this? I mean, he's probably still pretty pissed that we left him tied up in the warehouse." Sam asked, wondering what she was up to.

"I agree what if he sees us?"

"Then do what you do best Mr. Callen... Blend in," She smiled.

"Hetty I-"

Callen's phone rang and he looked to see who was calling. Sarah's picture popped up.

"Need to take this. I'll be right back," He walked out of ops.

"Hey babe, is everything alright?"

"Everything is fine. I got some good news and some bad news," She said.

"Good news first," he said, needing something to go well today.

"There is a Musical Workshop going on this weekend and one of the instructors got the flu, and I was asked to fill in!"

"That's great, and the bad news?"

"It starts tonight, and it's in Washington DC. I have to leave in a couple of hours. I'm rescheduling my students right now, and then I'll go home to pack. I'll be staying with Gibbs but I should be back on Sunday night."

"Okay,"

"I was kind of hoping to have a quiet weekend just the two of us."

"It's okay. Sam got tickets for the game tomorrow night. I'll see you Sunday night."

"Okay. Love you."

"Love you too," he said, and hung up.

"Everything alright, Mr. Callen?" Hetty asked, as he walked in.

"Everything is fine... So when do we leave?"

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