Look at me, two updates within a month. I'm on a roll. Actually more then that because I have the next chapter written as well, I just have to edit it.

Go me – I suddenly have focus. ^^

I also think that my sudden inspiration was fueled by the huge amount of reviews I got for the last chapter. I was super excited that people were still interested in this story despite my inactivity!

So big thanks to all those who reviewed! They meant a lot to me!

Chapter 11

Sam didn't know what the hell was going on, but he could tell that something was up with his partner – something more was up with his partner. Things were already tense and just when Sam thought things were going to get better everything escalated again.

The big man paced the street like a caged tiger watching Callen finish his phone call and look for the blond girl who had left as soon as G's back was turned. Sam thought about pursuing her, but without any real knowledge of what was happening he was unsure if that was the correct course of action.

The former marine quickly decided that his partner needed support – obviously, but this time G Callen might actually accept it. Sam couldn't remember a time when G looked so lost and confused – and worst yet, scared.

They could find the girl later – seeing as there were several security cameras in prime sight of where the coffee vender was located. Eric could easily get a photo ID on the stranger and run it through the system if needed. Finding people was what their team did.

After what had felt like an eternity Sam finally saw G making his way towards the car, coffee cup in hand. "Have a nice conversation?" Sam asked carefully before adding a bit of banter to lighten his stressed tone – he'd be the first to admit that the sentiment failed miserably. "Who's the girl? I told you you're as bad as Deeks – picking up girl's, making mysterious phone calls."

"I'll believe that when I'm the one picking the girl up." G held up his coffee cup and showed Sam the name and number. "She was the one interested in me." The cheer was forced, G's 'relaxed' posture the same front he put on during an operation.

"Let's start this over." Sam glared at Callen in complete seriousness. "What was that about?"

The relax posture was quickly replaced by slumped shoulders and exhaustion. "I don't…I'm not sure yet."

"Why don't you tell me what she said to you and who you called, start there." Sam motioned for G to get into the car.

Once they were both inside the vehicle G sighed again, slouching back in the comfort of the leather seat. "I really don't know how to explain things, Sam. It doesn't make sense to me, how am I suppose to make it make sense to you?"

"Then explain it slowly." Sam rolled his eyes as he settled in his own seat though the tension never left.

"You know those dreams I told you I was having?" G started with a sigh.

Sam's eyes narrowed, "Yeah."

"In one of them Kensi gets hit by this black van. The girl tells me to call Kensi…"

"How did that blond know about Kensi?" Sam interrupted quickly, not bothering to hide his panic as he grabbed his phone. "Let me see that name, I'll text it to Eric to see if we can get a background check on her."

Nodding Callen surrendered the beverage and continued. "Ava tells me to call Kensi, I do minutes before she nearly gets run down by a black van."

"Is Kensi – "

"She's fine, pissed and cursing like a sailor." G managed a genuine smile. "But the plates…they matched the plates in my dream. I don't know Sam, this is started to get a little too weird for me to handle."

The two fell into an uncomfortable silence, neither looking at the other. Each processing what had just been said.

"So what," Sam started, breaking the silence. "You think your dreams are premonitions or something?"

Callen sighed, shrugging both shoulders and tossing his head back against the headrest. "Damn it, Sam, I don't know what the hell to think. I sound insane, this is all so ridiculous."

More silence came before Sam spoke again. His voice was calming, reasonable. "Okay, look. I say, we finish with this case, catch the bad guy and when it's all said and done we go and talk with your new blond friend and get some answers. We can't let this distract us from our job – not when there is so much we don't know."

"What? You don't seriously think that I could be – I mean, there's no way I – I can't see the future Sam!" G stammered out, staring at his partner in slack jaw aw.

It was kind of typical that his big strong as steel SEAL partner would by into crystals and incense – Sam did meditate and have some pretty interesting religious views. But still, Callen was a cold hard facts kind of guy. G didn't believe in this crap.

"I'm just saying we figure this thing out – together." Sam sighed, "let's work all of the angles before we go back to Dr. Freeman, alright?"

Taking in a deep breath G finally nodded. "Alright. First let's catch this guy."

Two days later Sam and Callen stood outside of a small stone building in a touristy district down by the pier. Catching Deeks' shooter had gone as smoothly as most of their cases went. Only one explosion though, when a stray bullet had hit the gas tank on a parked car. No casualties, suspect went down swinging, but was no match for the LA teams might.

"So, part time EMT part time Candlestick maker?" Sam questioned his partner before they entered the shop. Inside they were greeted with a subtle fragrance that was pleasant and not the overpowering scent that similar shops produced.

"Nice," Callen mumbled to his partner, glancing around at the photographs lining the brick covered walls.

"You came!" Ava's voice chimed as she appeared at the base of a narrow staircase leading up to the upper levels of the three-story building. "Wait a minute." She hesitated when her eyes moved to Sam and the smile faded from her youthful face before she turned back to G. "I can only tell you what I know, I'm forbidden to reveal anything to those…"

The partners exchanged a questioning look at the word 'forbidden' before Callen took a step forward. "Look," G cut her off quickly, holding up a forceful hand. "Anything you tell me I'm going to tell him anyways. Are you still going to tell me what you know and how you know it or not?"

Ava looked a bit disappointed, or frightened – it was hard to get a read on her. "Alright, let's talk upstairs in my apartment." Moving passed the two men she flipped the sign on the door from Open to Closed and slipped the lock into place. Task complete Ava glanced back to see the men watching her carefully. "Come on." She laughed lightly before leading the way upstairs.

"Guns?" G muttered to Sam looking after the girl as she headed up the stairs.

"I don't think she's a threat, but be ready just in case." Sam whispered back before heading up the creaking stairway.

Kind of a cliffy ending – more will be coming soon though. And the next chapter will answer a lot of questions and spark a few new ones ^^

Thanks for reading!

- Berry