Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. Loved the ideas that some suggested.
This one is for the Nallen fans, as I'm one myself. They'll probably not gonna make it happen on the show... But hey, that's why they invented FanFiction!
A/N: Nah... Still don't own it, messing in the sandbox.
Chapter 4
Coming Home
It looked just as he remembered it. It even smelled the same. Late afternoon light filtered in through the Spanish styled windows, illuminating the OSP.
At the entrance to the main room, Callen stopped. Hitching the duffel bag on his shoulder higher, he took in the place. God, he'd missed it. Missed the people more importantly. They were the closest thing he had to a family. These were the people who had his back and wasn't afraid to kick his ass if he tried stonewalling them.
"Caallen!"
Kensi's shout was loud enough to rattle his tooth cavities. The next moment he was being hugged like a bear by the brunette.
"Easy Fern, he doesn't need another broken arm," Deeks said, prying off his partner and giving him a man hug. Sam slapped his back
"Good to have you back, G," he said.
"Feels like I've been gone for a long time," Callen admitted, eyes searching for one other person.
"She's upstairs with Hetty." Sam could read his partner pretty well. he took the bag and gave him a nudge.
Nell was busy typing on her keyboard when a pair of strong arms encircled her from behind. Slightly startled, she turned around to meet his blue eyes.
"G!"
"Hey. Miss me?"
"Callen, that's the worst line ever. You're early," she added, realizing the date.
"What? I'm not allowed to surprise my fiance?" She smiled and leaned up for a kiss.
"Only when he doesn't wan't a broken nose by sneaking up on me." He chuckled at her tone.
"Duly noted, future-Mrs. Callen," he joked, knowing her answer.
"I told you I wasn't gonna change- stop doing that," she said, realizing he was pulling her leg. she elbowed him as he dropped another kiss on her hair.
"How's Amy?" he asked, softly.
"She's fine. Except she's started her kickboxing lessons on my bladder. Here-" She took his hand and placed it on her seven month pregnant swell on her belly. "Already taking after her father," she joked.
"Runs in the family," he replied, sharing the private joke.
"Speaking of running, where are we on the list of aliases I gave you run, Ms. Jones?" Hetty said, making both of them jump.
"Still on it, Hetty," Nell replied, elbowing him out of the way.
"She put up her name in the list?" Callen asked. "She'd make a kickass godmother."
"I prefer badass, Mr. Callen," came the amused reply.
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