(Later)
(At NCIS: OSP Headquarters)
(Callen's P.O.V.)
"So, so far, our best suspect is Maxwell Stevens." Kensi said.
Kensi, Deeks, Sam, and I were in the bull pen standing around the T.V. by Deeks desk, looking at the case file and discussing what we found out.
"It makes the most sense." I said. "He's Sophia Farrell's ex-boyfriend, who also worked with her. Family says he didn't like it when Sophia started to go out with Tyler Bradley….He's definitely our best lead."
"If only we could find him." Sam said.
Just then, the phone on my desk began to ring.
I walked the short distance to my desk, and answered the phone.
"Agent Callen." I said.
"Mr. Callen," I heard a voice say.
I instantly recognized the voice.
It was Hetty.
"As you are aware, Miss Taylor is coming back today." Hetty said.
"Really?" I asked. "I had no-"
"Don't deny it, Mr. Callen." Hetty said, cutting me off. "I know Miss Jones told you."
I looked toward Hetty's Office to see she was sitting at her desk with her desk phone in hand, looking right back at me.
"Her plane arrives in forty-five minutes." Hetty said. "I suggest you get going if you're going to pick her up on time."
"You want me to go there?" I asked, surprised.
"Well, if you don't want to, I can always ask Mr. Deeks." Hetty said.
"No! I want to!" I said quickly. "I want to. I will."
"Then you should get going." Hetty said.
Then, Hetty smiled at me, and hung up the phone.
I smiled a little, and hung up my phone.
Then, I grabbed my car keys.
"Where are you going?" I heard Deeks ask, as I began to walk out of the bull pen.
"Nowhere." I said cheerfully.
Then, I headed toward the exit. Fully aware of the stares I was getting from my team.
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(At LAX Airport)
(Emily's P.O.V.)
As soon as I walked into the airport, I took my phone out, turned it on, and called Abby.
She answered on the second ring.
"Hey, Emily!" I heard Abby say, happily. "How was your flight?"
"Hey, Abby!" I said. "It was good."
"Well, you could get on another flight and come back." Abby said.
Before I could respond, I heard a voice ask in the background:
"Abby, who you talking to?"
"Emily, why?" Abby asked.
"I want to talk to her." I heard the voice say, a touch of anger and determination in its tone.
That's when I realized who was there with Abby.
Tony.
He obviously saw his face since I left like I predicted.
"Tony wants to talk to you." Abby said.
"Don't give him the phone, Abby." I said. Wanting him to calm down a little before he talked to me.
"Emily said to not give you the phone." Abby said.
It was silent for a moment, then, Abby said:
"Tony said to tell you to talk to him now, or he will tell Gibbs about Puerto Rico."
I stopped walking, as I gasped in surprised.
"He wouldn't." I said.
"Try me!" I heard Tony say.
"He's bluffing." I said.
"I don't think so, Em." Abby said. "He's got that determined, evil twinkle in his eye."
I was silent for a moment.
"Tell him if he tells Gibbs about Puerto Rico, he will be in trouble, too." I said, as I remembered what happened. "Especially since, it involved BOTH of us."
"…..What happened in Puerto Rico?" Abby asked, clearly curious.
"Abby," I said.
"Right, sorry." Abby said. "Tony, she said if you tell Gibbs about Puerto Rico, you will be in trouble too, because it involved both of you."
It was silent for a moment, then, Abby said:
"He hates it when you're right."
"I know." I said smiling.
"Give me the phone, Abby." I heard Tony say, clearly annoyed.
It was silent for a second, then, I heard Tony say on the other side of the phone:
"Emily."
"Anthony." I said.
"I don't appreciate what you did to my face." Tony said. "Especially, when it hasn't come off yet."
I laughed.
"Seriously?! It hasn't come off yet?" I asked.
"No." He said.
I laughed some more.
"It's NOT funny!" Tony snapped, angrily. "I went to a crime scene and questioned a family, looking like that!"
I continued to laugh.
"Just wait." He said. "There WILL be payback."
"Uh-huh." I said, still smiling.
"I may not be able to tell Gibbs about Puerto Rico, but I can tell him about Montreal." Tony threatened.
My smile faded as I remembered what happened in Montreal.
"You can't." I said. "You promised you wouldn't."
"I can easily change my mind." He said.
"Tony, you PROMISED." I said. "No one needs to know what happened there."
"I still think Gibbs and Hetty should know." Tony said.
"Look, all I want, is to forget Montreal." I said. "I want to forget who I saw, and I want to especially forget the fact you meddled into my very private business by pulling that stunt you pulled."
"I know." Tony said. "And, I'm sorry for that." Then, Tony whispered: "I just thought since he-"
"Stop." I said.
"But, Em," He began.
"I know your heart was in the right place." I said. "But I told you I didn't want anything to do with him, and to 'let it be' for a reason….And no one needs to know about it…..Especially Gibbs and Hetty."
It was silent for a moment on the phone, as I felt eyes on me.
I looked around the airport, and stopped looking once my eyes landed on someone.
It was Callen.
Once I spotted him, he smiled.
My heart beated faster as I smiled back at him.
"I gotta go, Tony." I said.
"But we're not done talking." He said.
"Leave me a voicemail." I said.
"Em-" Tony began.
But I ignored him, and hung up the phone.
I then began to walk over to Callen, as I put my phone in my pocket.
Callen began to walk over to me. Meeting me in the middle.
"Hi." Callen and I said at the same time.
Then, we both looked away from the other as we laughed a little nervously.
"I'm guessing you're picking me up?" I asked, looking back at him.
Callen nodded as he looked at me.
"I am." He said.
"Lead the way." I said.
Then, Callen and I began to walk to the exit of the airport.
Once we were in his car, Callen asked:
"How was Washington?"
"Good." I said.
"How's Gibbs?" He asked.
"Still Gibbs." I said. "What happened here while I was gone?"
"Same thing, different day." Callen said.
Silence filled the car, as we stared at each other.
Callen then looked at my hand. Taking it with his own, and began to play with my fingers.
"What?" I asked, breaking the silence.
Callen was silent for a couple more seconds, then, he said:
"I'm just glad you're back."
Callen then looked at me.
"Me too." I said.
Callen then slipped his fingers in between mine.
It wasn't the first time he's done this.
In fact, Callen held my hand when we were alone a couple times after we kissed and decided to stay friends.
But each time he held my hand, like he was now, he had this look on his face like he wanted to say something to me, but was hesitating on whether he should.
I didn't push him to tell me. Each time we just sat in silence, holding hands, looking at each other. Until eventually Callen looks away, saying something about Molly or how Sam is starting to leave his baby powder smell in his car.
Then, he will pull his hand out of mine slowly, and things will go back to the way they were.
And this time was no different.
Callen was looking at me like he wanted to say something to me, and was hesitating if he should.
"You can tell me, you know." I said, softly to him. "Whatever you're debating to say…you can tell me."
Callen continued to look at me. Still clearly hesitating.
Suddenly, Callen's phone began to ring.
Callen let go of my hand slowly, took his phone out of his pocket, and answered it.
"Yeah," Callen said. "…..We're on our way, Hetty…I'll brief her on the way…Ok. Bye, Hetty."
Then, Callen hung up his phone, and looked at me.
"Duty calls." He said.
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Once Callen parked the car on the side of the road, we both got out of the car, and headed to the crime scene, which was inside a house.
On the way over to the crime scene, Callen told me all about the case, including how the FBI contacted us for assitance in the case because one of the victims was a Marine.
When Callen and I got to the door, we showed our badges to a cop, and he let us through.
Callen and I walked into the house, and walked to the kitchen where we were greeted by blood on the counter and around the body.
Callen sighed.
"What?" I asked.
"That's Maxwell Stevens." He said. "Our suspect."
"Looks like he's not one anymore." I said, seeing the bullet wound in the victims stomach, and another one in the head.
"Well, I be damned." I heard a voice say.
I looked toward the voice, and saw a man smiling at me.
A man I quickly recognized.
"Jake?!" I said, shocked, as he walked over to me. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm on this case." Jake said. "I didn't know you were NCIS."
"It kinda just happened." I said.
"You two know each other?" I heard Callen ask.
I looked at him.
"Yes." I said. "Jake was my partner for a couple years when I was in the DEA. We then worked together a couple times after he joined the FBI." I then looked at Jake. "It's so good to see you."
I then hugged him. Jake hugged back.