Look Out, World! Chapter 2, a ncis: los angeles fanfic

Chapter 2—What Have We Gotten Into?!

Callen wasn't sure what to do with her, so all he did was hold Anna as tightly as he could. He was pretty sure that the pregnancy was making her overly emotional, and he was very aware that they both had a lot to learn about being pregnant. Usually, Anna is more stoic than not, and she certainly does not worry about whether or not he lays his head on her breasts. If anything, she enjoys it.

He glanced down at her, and put a gentle kiss on her temple. He could see that she was still crying, and he let her be. He knew it was important for her to work through it on her own, even though he was right there if she needed him. He kissed her again a short while later, and asked her if she was ready to lie down.

Anna shook her head. She loved when he cuddled her, and saw no reason to stop. She had calmed down, but was happy right where she was. After she flipped onto her knees, she shifted slightly so that her head was more on his shoulder. Then she tucked her arms in and closed her eyes, promising herself that she would get him an ottoman or a footstool to use when they sat on the chair. Callen knew right away that she wanted to sleep in his arms. He did not argue with her.

They slept on the chair for several hours, until Callen got stiff. He needed to be able to stretch out comfortably, so he carefully carried her over to the bed and placed her on his side. Then he went around to her side, and climbed in. The sheets were cold compared to the chair, and he decided that he would invest in some flannel sheets for their bed. Callen drew her close and then yanked the blankets up over their heads.

They both slept until the sun was high in the sky.

Callen woke up first because his phone was jumping all over the place. He snatched it off his night table, and poked it.

"What's going on, G? Hetty is getting concerned!"

Callen squinted at the time on his phone. "Oh, brother! Sam, I didn't realize it was so late! Anna had a very rough night, so we're both sort of exhausted."

"Well, you better figure it out quick because she's on the warpath today."

"I hear you, buddy. Thanks for the heads' up!" He returned his phone to the night table, and turned to look at Anna.

"What's wrong?" she asked with a smile, although her eyes were still closed.

Callen stretched across the bed and kissed her. "Not much. Hetty is on the warpath today, and we're both late."

"Late? What time is it, Callen?" She put her arms up, and Callen moved closer to her, and lay on her with his head on her ribcage. She stroked his temple.

"It's after eleven," he replied, moving his head all over.

"After eleven? Wow!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing much. I love when you do that," he said. He wished he could put his head on her sternum.

"Oh! You mean smush you?"

He nodded. "Yes! Please don't stop."

But she did pause. "Callen, don't we have to go to work today?"

"Yes," he said, looking for her hand and putting it back on his head.

Anna laughed. She scritched him quickly, and then got up. She fled to the bathroom.

"Oh, crap!" Callen got up abruptly and ran after her. He skidded into the bathroom and found her sitting on the toilet. He breathed a sigh of relief. "You're not sick!"

"Nope," she said, laughing at him. "I had to pee real bad."

He nodded. He suddenly realized that he had to pee very badly, too, and it showed in his face.

Anna pulled herself together very quickly, and moved away so he could take his turn. When he was finished, he wiped his tip, and then flushed and washed.

"Shower?" she asked.

Callen shook his head. "Not now. Tonight when we get home."

Anna nodded. "That's fine." She glanced at her abdomen, looking for signs that she had a baby inside.

He was quick to hug her. "Baby, you know it's in there. It just isn't ready to show itself yet. Be patient."

She preceded him into their room. "Callen, please don't fix anything today. I feel okay, and I want to stay that way."

"Not a problem," he replied, getting dressed quickly. "What's wrong?"

Anna was standing in front of her dresser, not sure what she should wear.

Callen shook his head in disbelief. He was used to her silly stuff in the morning, so he easily chose an outfit for her, and then dressed her in it.

"You okay, baby?"

She nodded against him. "Yes. I wanted you to help me."

"I see," he said. "Anna, please don't make it a habit, okay? Later, when you really need the help, I'll dress you in a heartbeat."

She rubbed her face on his shirt. "I know you will. Thank you, Callen."

"You ready, baby?" He ran his fingers through her hair, and then bound it into a ponytail.

"Yes. I am now," she said, hugging him again.

They made it to OPS before noon, and Callen was relieved. So was Sam. Anna ran upstairs to join Fatima.

Sam looked at him funny. "What's going on with you two?" he asked.

"Like how?"

"You tell me, G. I can tell when you have something going on, and right now, these past few days, I do think you have something going on."

Callen sat at his desk. He shook his head. "We don't have anything going on, Sam. Anna had a rough night, so I sat up with her until she was okay."

Sam made a face. Instinctively, he knew Callen was telling the truth, but in the same breath, he knew that Callen was leaving out some information. He wished he could figure it out.

"What happened?"

Callen shook his head. "She got sick again, is all. She's okay now."

Sam frowned. "You need to get that checked out, you know, G," he said. "I'm starting to worry about her, too."

"Nah, Sam," Callen contradicted. "She's okay. In fact, I had her at the doctor the other day. She's okay."

But Sam wouldn't let go. "You said she got sick."

Callen nodded. "She ate something that didn't agree with her, is all. Nothing like the food poisoning."

"Okay, if you say so," Sam conceded.

"I do say so, Sam. Let's drop it, okay, please?"

Anna burst into OPS, and slid into her chair.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Fatima greeted her.

Anna blushed. "Yeah…well…We had a rough night last night," she offered as an explanation.

"Oh, no! Is Callen okay?"

"Sure," Anna said, smiling. "It was me, not him. I'm okay, too."

The pneumatic doors opened, and Hetty entered.

"What's going on?" she asked shortly. "How about it, Ms. Namazi? You find any information yet?"

Fatima shook her head. "No, Hetty. Not yet. Anna—"

"Just got here," Hetty concluded for her. "I'm well aware. Are you okay, Ms. Kolcheck?"

Anna adjusted her glasses on her nose. "Yes, Hetty. I'm fine, and so is Callen."

The older woman nodded. "That's good to hear," she said. "Keep searching!" And she exited the room.

Anna stared at Fatima. "What's going on?"

"We can't find Kensi and Deeks," whispered Fatima. "They disappeared last night."

Anna frowned. "What about Rosa?"

"She's with Roberta."

"Oh, boy! That's good to know."

"You're telling me?"

"Sam, what's going on here?" Callen asked.

The big man made a face. "They disappeared. Nobody can find them!"

"What? What about the girl?" Callen was shocked.

Sam shook his head. "Rosa is fine. She is with Roberta, and has been since last night."

"What do you think they did?"

"You got me, G. I have no idea. I don't think they were snatched, though."

"No?"

"Nah. It's too fishy," Sam responded. "I think they went somewhere without telling anyone."

"What'd Hetty say?"

Sam held up his hands and shook his head. "Nuh-uh. I'm not saying a word about this! She is already bent out of shape because they aren't here. I told you she was on the warpath. I wasn't kidding!"

"Who's on the warpath?" asked Rountree, walking over to the bullpen from his desk.

"Never mind," said Sam, using a cutting motion across his neck to Callen.

"I am, Mr. Rountree," Hetty said, walking up quietly behind him.

Rountree's eyes bugged out of his head.

Both Sam and Callen held up their hands, and then bolted up the stairs to OPS.

Callen went right to Anna and kissed the top of her head. She turned around in her chair, and kissed him properly.

Fatima snickered. "They do that a lot, don't they?" she asked Sam.

"Oh, yeah," Sam answered. "All the time!" he added with a huge smirk.

Callen gave him the Eye. "Cut it out, funny boy!"

Sam held up his hands again. "I speak only the truth, Kimosabe," he said, laughing.

"I'll Kimosabe you in a minute!" Callen threatened, chuckling.

"Boys!" Anna chastised. "Both of you stop!"

"Not a problem," Callen said, sitting on the chair next to her.

"Fatima, you might want to go downstairs and save Rountree's life. He's about to get into it with Hetty," Sam volunteered.

"Oh, boy!" she gasped. "What did he do now?!" She fled.

The other three agents laughed.

"Boys," said Anna, "what's going on?"

"Don't know, but apparently, Kensi and Deeks disappeared last night," Callen replied.

"And we have to look for them," Sam griped.

"Is that so bad?" Anna asked, confused.

"It is when you think they chose to disappear," Sam said.

"Chose?! Why would they do that?" Anna asked.

"You got me," Sam said, sitting on an empty chair. He spun it around in circles.

"This is an awfully long daytrip," Kensi complained. She took a long swig of her water.

"Yeah, well…I can't help it. Siri wasn't talking this morning," Deeks said.

"Drop it, blondie!" Kensi growled. "Admit it. You got LOST."

"Did not!"

"The hell you didn't," Kensi retorted. She flapped a pocket map in his face. "Read this, and make damn sure we're traveling NORTH!"

Deeks decided against rolling up the map and whacking her with it. "Aye, aye, Captain!"

"Hetty, they're out of range," Sam said into his com.

"Oh, bugger!" Hetty sputtered, pouring hot water into her tea cup. "Where do you think they are, Mr. Hanna?"

"Seriously, Hetty, I think they went on an overnight somewhere," Sam replied, looking out of the roomy windows of the helicopter.

"What makes you think that?"

Sam shrugged. "It's just a feeling I have," he said. "Don't worry. G and I will find them."

"Thank you, Mr. Hanna."

"You think she believes us?" Callen said, picking up a pair of binoculars. He squinted into the lenses.

"Oh, hell, no! Would you?"

Callen shook his head. "Probably not. Where do you think they went?"

"On an overnight somewhere, and Kensi probably let Deeks drive home."

"He can follow instructions," Callen objected.

"Not if the Siri in his truck doesn't work!"

"What makes you say that?"

"He was supposed to get it fixed week before last, and he didn't. He kept on 'forgetting.'"

"I see," said Callen, chuckling.

"Be glad you're not him," Sam added. He signaled the pilot to circle around again, and then concentrate on following Route 101 to its end.

Not too long after, Sam and Callen returned to OPS. They filled Hetty in on their fruitless excursion, and told her that they would try again later. She was agreeable.

"Sam, why don't you take Rountree with you when you go out again? I need to tend to Anna," Callen said. "She's kind of green around the gills."

The big man nodded. "Will do, G. I hope she's okay."

"Thanks, Sam," Callen said as he made his way over to Anna's chair. He gave her a quick kiss on her forehead.

"Hey, Rountree!" Sam called. "With me!"

Rountree bounded out of his chair and hastily followed Sam. "What happened?"

"Nothing that you need to deal with," Sam replied.

"Is she okay, Callen?" Fatima asked, watching him tend to Anna.

"Yeah, mostly. She had a rough night last night, and she's very tired now," he replied, snuggling her. "Would you like to go home?"

Anna nodded. She felt horrible, like she was going to vomit at the drop of a hat.

"Oh, boy," Callen responded. "I'll pick you up at the restroom," he added, whispering in Anna's ear.

Anna nodded, and fled.

"Callen, what's wrong with her?" Fatima asked.

"She has a slight touch of food poisoning, I think. She was up vomiting last night. That's why we were late," he explained, hoping she wouldn't figure out the truth.

The pneumatic doors opened.

"Mr. Callen, I'd like a word, please," Hetty said. "Meet me in my office downstairs."

"Okay, Hetty. I'll be right there," he answered quickly, before the OPS manager left the room.

Fatima's eyes bugged out. "Are you in trouble?"

He shook his head. "Nah. I think she wants to know what happened to Anna." He exited quickly.

"Have a seat, Mr. Callen," Hetty commanded. "When?"

A smirk crossed his face. He knew by instinct that Hetty had strong suspicions about what was wrong with Anna. He hemmed and hawed.

"I won't say anything," Hetty assured him. She offered him a cup of tea.

He shook his head. "No, thank you, Hetty."

"Mr. Callen?"

A grin broke out across his handsome face. Very softly, he replied, "May. Please don't tell anyone. She'll get very upset."

Hetty nodded. "I'm not the monster a lot of people think I am. I do understand, too. Is she okay?"

"Yes, except for the bouts of morning sickness. She usually has to deal with it in the morning. Today, it's later. In fact, I'd like to take her home, please."

Hetty sipped her perfect-temperature tea. "I see no reason why not," she agreed. "You can work from home, too."

"Yes, thank you," Callen said, feeling very relieved. "We did have a bad night last night," he added.

"I understand," the older woman replied. "She's okay otherwise?"

"Yes," he said, standing up. He held out his hand. "Thank you, Hetty."

"You're welcome, Mr. Callen," Hetty said, shaking his hand. "Now, I have a question for you. Do you know where Ms. Blye and Mr. Deeks are?"

"No, ma'am, I do not. None of us do. We have some theories, but they're not panning out at the moment."

"I see. Were they kidnapped?"

Callen shook his head. "I don't think so, Hetty. We think they went away overnight, and got messed up on the way back."

Hetty sat back in her chair, and triangled her fingers. She sighed. "That is absurd."

He sat down again. "You're telling me?! It's insane. Rountree and Sam are looking for them at the moment."

She nodded. "That's fine." She glanced at the load of papers and files on her desk. "Mr. Callen, why don't you collect Ms. Kolcheck and go home? I have work to do!"

Callen wasted no time in rushing to the Women's Restroom. He knocked on the door, and did not get a response. He opened the door cautiously, and visibly relaxed when he saw that there was no other woman in there aside from Anna. His stomach turned as Anna threw up; the echo was upsetting to him.

He entered the stall, and put his hand on her back. She acknowledged him by nodding, but she didn't stand up. He felt bad for her. This time, it was a bit more virulent.

Anna grabbed a handful of toilet paper and wiped her face. She took another wad and blew her nose. Then she flushed the toilet.

Callen touched her back again, and she stood up. Then she turned around and hugged him.

"I'm sorry you feel so crappy," he soothed, rubbing her back. "Hetty sent us home, and baby, she knows what's going on."

Anna looked up at him with bleary eyes. "You told her?"

"Nope. Not at all," Callen said. "She figured it out by herself. When she asked me directly, I did admit the truth, but she won't say a word to anyone." He took a clump of toilet paper and wiped her eyes. "You think you can make it home okay?"

She shrugged. "Maybe. I don't know. I feel like crap!"

He hugged her tightly. "I know you do, baby—"

Anna shook herself out of his grip and turned toward the toilet. She nearly missed as she exploded again.

"Oh, boy," Callen said.

Anna cleaned off her face, and flushed the toilet. "Let's get out of here, please, Callen," she moaned.

"Not a problem."

He took her by the hand and steered her toward a Supply closet, and snagged two wastebasket-sized plastic bags. Then he guided her to the bullpen, and gathered up their belongings.

"She's okay?" Fatima called from the staircase.

"Not really," Callen answered, ushering Anna toward the wide corridor to the big door. "Fatima, she's as okay as she can be for now," he hollered. "I don't have time to talk, please!"

He burst out the big doors and opened his car. "Would you like to lie down in the back, or sit up front with me?"

"I'll sit, please, Callen," Anna said, sliding into her seat. She took one of the bags from him, and he put all of their belongings on the backseat.

He buckled her in, and then got in the car, and buckled himself in.

"Go slow, my love," Anna murmured.

"I will, baby." He turned on the car, and then took her hand in his. He did drive home slowly, holding her hand all the while.

They made it home without incident, but Anna did make a beeline for the downstairs bathroom when they got in the door.

Callen sat on the steps and waited for her. He had no idea of how to help her. He couldn't wait for this part of her pregnancy to go away, anymore than she could. While he waited for her, he decided to call Dr. Waterston. He made an appointment for the next day.

When she felt like she could come out of the bathroom, Anna went right over to Callen. She sat next to him, and leaned against him. She had complete faith that he would help her to feel better. He put his arms around her.

"We should probably go upstairs to bed," he suggested.

Anna grumbled and griped. Leaning against him, she felt fine. Moving around, she wasn't so sure.

"Come on, baby," he coaxed. "I think you should drink some water, and eat a tiny amount of something bland."

"Maybe," she agreed, wondering if doing so would help alleviate the nausea. "Do you think the doctor would know?"

Callen smirked, but she didn't notice. "I'm sure she does, baby. It'll be okay." He kissed her forehead. "Come sit in the kitchen while I fix you something to eat."

He gently pried her off the steps, and led her into the kitchen. He put her in a chair so she would be able to watch him. He thought that might help. He fixed enough food so that they each had some; Callen knew he could eat later, away from her.

They ate slowly. When they were finished, Callen would not let her help clean up. After he got done, he drew her out of her chair, and hugged her for several minutes. Then he escorted her to their room.

Anna fled into the bathroom.

Callen had a momentary panic when he realized he didn't hear her vomiting. He got very concerned, and went to find out what was happening. He was greatly relieved to find her sitting on the toilet.

Anna smiled at him sheepishly. "I'm okay," she said softly. "I got too much pee in me now," she volunteered.

A broad grin spread across Callen's face. "Okay," he said. "That works, since you are now peeing for two."

"Ha, ha," she replied, laughing.

"But it's true, if you think about it," he insisted. He leaned over and kissed her. "I made us an appointment with Dr. Waterston for tomorrow."

"Okay. Thank you. Maybe she does know how to stop all this mess," she said. "I'm okay, Callen. I'm just tired of all of the morning sickness."

"I get it," he said, kissing her again. "You okay, though?"

"Yes." Anna pulled herself together, and then flushed and washed. She brushed her teeth as well. Then she put her arms around Callen's neck, and pulled herself up, locking her legs around his middle. "I'm ready."

Automatically, he hugged her tightly. "I see that," he said, chuckling. He carried her to their bed, and then set her down on it. "Scoot over," he said. "I'm joining you."

A happy smile crossed her face. Anna slid over very slightly, saving just enough room for him to fit on the big bed. She smiled at him, and her eyes twinkled.

"Cute," he mumbled. He knelt on the bed, and gently pushed her over, and then lay down beside her.

Anna climbed onto him, and buried her face in his neck. Then she tucked her arms in.

"You cold, baby?"

She shook her head. "Not really. I'm just super tired."

"Okay," Callen said, pulling the blankets all the way up, over their heads. In their cocoon, he knew she would thaw out more quickly. Then he tapped her slightly, and she slid off him, and he wrapped her in his arm, holding her close. "I love you," he said.

Anna snuggled him, laying her head on his shoulder. She got as close to him as she could, and loved the feel of his arm around her. "I love you so much," she replied, closing her eyes. Soon, she was fast asleep.

After he heard her deep, regular breathing, Callen relaxed and closed his eyes. He fell asleep almost as quickly as Anna had.

They slept until the late afternoon, and had no trouble at all taking it easy, and doing a lot of nothing. Callen fixed a simple dinner, and Anna continued to feel well.