AN: So this one's a little longer than the rest, but I felt like I needed to fully flesh it out so it wouldn't be too confusing. However, that also made it hard to end at a natural place. LOL Anyway, enjoy this last chapter of kisses! :)


The Five Times Callen Got Kissed

(And the one time he didn't)

5.

The club was loud, the music pounding in his ears and vibrating his chest, but the only thing he could concentrate on was the girl in the emerald green blouse and black miniskirt. She had some kind of fruity drink in her hand, the rim of the glass stained with her lipstick, and when she laughed at something her male companion said her mouth curved into the most gorgeous smile he had ever seen. Looking down at his own clothes, Callen thanked Hetty for her amazing fashion sense. His sapphire blue silk shirt was a perfect complement to his eyes, and the black jeans she had chosen were just dressy enough without being uptight, though she had insisted they be tailored to fit him well.

"God forbid we hide your...assets..." she had said, causing him to blush so deeply he appeared sunburned and her to purse her lips and chuckle behind them. He would rather not discuss his "assets" with anyone, but especially not Hetty. But now, as the woman he'd been observing noticed him, her eyes traveling from his face to somewhere around his middle, he decided to buy his ops manager the best tea he could find.

The woman took a sip of her drink and excused herself from the man's company, but before she left he bent down and planted a kiss on her mouth, then moved to whisper something in her ear. Callen stifled the sudden possessive impulse that rushed through him at that, instead keeping his eyes on her hips swaying seductively as she walked away from the man and toward Callen. He went to meet her, taking her glass and setting it down on a nearby table, and with their hands clasped they walked out onto the dance floor. She looped her arms around his neck and he gripped her around the waist, his fingers sliding against the silky fabric of her blouse as they danced to the slow song that had just come on over the sound system.

Leaning her head on his shoulder so she wouldn't have to shout to be heard, she asked, "Like what you see?"

Callen grinned. "You clean up nice, Agent Willis. Looks like a few others are liking the view, too, by the way."

"That was the point," she replied as he buried his face against her neck, his nose nuzzling the sensitive skin behind her ear making her bite her lip against a soft moan. "And call me Theresa."

"Well, Theresa," Callen said almost directly into her ear, "it's working. You two have a nice chat?"

"We did. He even invited me to his place. Said he had some interesting things to show me."

His hand wandered down to the hem of her skirt, his fingers toying with the edge, and she played back by slipping her hand under his shirt, her nails dragging against his bare skin. Though she could hear his breath grow ragged, he managed to keep his voice level as he replied, "Nice work. He took the bait; with any luck we'll have him by the end of the night."

"What do you mean, 'we'?" Theresa asked, her nails digging into his flesh just enough to hurt a little, and he winced, uttering a nervous laugh. "You wouldn't be able to get close if it wasn't for me."

Callen retaliated by grabbing the back of her thigh and squeezing. "You're right. But we were the ones who turned the FBI onto this case."

She smiled, not missing his innuendo. "Point taken."

"Besides," he went on, his hand sliding just an inch higher, "nothing's a done deal yet. He gets any indication that something's up and he could move the girls."

"Are you asking if I'm up to seeing this thing through?" She asked.

Giving a short nod, he twirled them so that they were facing the other way, his blue eyes suddenly serious. "Actually, I'm telling you he's watching us. Like a hawk."

She glanced over his shoulder and saw he was right. The man – their target – was studying them closely. A most unladylike word crossed Theresa's lips and Callen hid a smile, instead pretending to play with the front of her blouse. Looking up at his handsome face, she reached up and ran her fingers over the stubble on his jaw. "Well, then," she said, her voice suddenly husky, "it's a good thing he enjoys watching, isn't it?"

Callen's blue eyes went wide. "Really?"

"Just one of the many tidbits he offered up while we were flirting." Her hands on his shoulders, she pressed closer to him and murmured, "Now hurry up and kiss me before he high-tails it out of here."

He hesitated a moment, his tongue subconsciously darting out to wet his lips before he quickly bent his head and pressed them against hers. Her eyes closed as his hands tangled in her auburn hair, his mouth seemingly stealing every bit of air in her lungs. His tongue slid along her bottom lip and she opened her mouth to let her own tongue join it, tasting the smooth flavor of the whiskey he'd been drinking on his lips, driving her further from her sense of self-control.

Too soon, Callen broke the kiss. His eyes were a little dazed as he looked down at her. "That do the trick?"

Theresa caught a glimpse of their target and nodded. "Definitely. But I think he might need a little more convincing."

"Hmm..." he rumbled, his hand drifting down her back sending a chill up her spine. "Wouldn't want him getting spooked..."

Just before their lips met a second time, a familiar voice spoke into his earwig. "Callen, we got company. I'm counting four, no, five men heading into the club."

Never taking his eyes from Theresa, Callen nodded slightly. "I read you, Deeks. Anyone we know?"

"Remember those guys from DNA?"

Callen huffed. "Little too well."

"Yeah, looks like they're looking for round two," Sam spat.

"Perfect timing," he groaned. "Okay. I'll try and slip out before they see me."

"Back to the grind, huh?" Theresa asked then, and he grinned.

"Business as usual," he replied as the newcomers entered the room. To his chagrin they instantly recognized him, and as they pulled guns from under their coats Callen pushed Theresa behind the bar and slipped his own gun from under his shirt. After ordering her to stay down, he disappeared into the screaming, rushing crowd, and she didn't see him again until the fight was over.

Three dead gunmen later, Callen stood in the alley with his hands on his hips, watching the other two being led away by his team. Theresa came to stand beside him, likewise taking in the scene. She didn't realize he had noticed her arrival until he spoke to her.

"Guess it's back to the drawing board with the human traffic case."

She nodded, breathing out a heavy sigh. "Gonna be a lot harder to catch him, now that he's been spooked. Wouldn't be surprised if he killed the girls he has now and digs in somewhere else."

"Sorry," Callen genuinely apologized. "We had no idea DNA was gonna show up."

"I know." They stood in silence for a minute, and then she looked up and smiled at him. "At least I got something out of the whole thing, though."

His eyebrows knit together in a frown. "Yeah? What's that?"

Leaning up on her toes, she said into his ear, "I got to find out what it's like to kiss the legendary bachelor Agent G. Callen."

As he stared down at her, speechless, she pressed a soft kiss against his cheek, then walked away to join some of her fellow FBI agents, oblivious to the fact that Sam was calling his name and certain that Agent Theresa Willis would occupy his dreams for nights to come.