Callen POV: I walk outside the building, and jump- reaching for my gun out of habit- when I hear a sound coming from the side of the building. Shrugging it off I continue walking until that tiny, little sound is heard again. Knowing it can't be a coincidence now, and quite frankly I don't believe in them anyway, I quickly draw my .45 1911, making sure the safety is off, and the magazine is fully seated, while making a tactically sound approach. Seeing a pile of trash move, I stop and watch in shock as a black ball of fur cautiously peeks it's head out. Shaking, with a look of absolute terror in it's eyes, it takes two very small steps towards me before jumping back in fear caused by my attempting to sit down. I smirk remembering my reaction the first time I met Gibbs when I was 11. I sit on the ground without moving for a few minutes before it takes another tentative step forward. This little, black, well, thing, is skin and bones, and can't be more than a few weeks old. I stay in the same spot without moving for a few minutes until a few more tentative steps bring it to my feet. I reach down slowly until I am able to scoop it up into my arms. It shakes like a leaf, but starts licking my face, and wriggling around trying to reach every available inch of skin on my face. I know that I probably won't be able to keep it, and I have no clue how to raise a puppy, but... Those eyes... They keep staring at me, and I feel powerless, and I just can't say no... I. Am. Fucked... Ellie and Gibbs are gonna, kill me.