Okay here's the ending, I hope it makes sense, and lives up to what an ending should be considering this is my shortest story to date.
He woke with a start, and all he saw was bright lights everywhere. Lights shined in his face, hands grasped him, faces swam in his vision, some he recognized, some he didn't.
All he could think about what finding hers though. She was there, he knew she was. She had to be.
Moments later the lights and the many different faces were replaced with one. One he knew all too well. Henrietta Lange.
"Welcome back Mr. Callen" she said.
He barely heard her; he was searching for that face, searching for those ocean blue eyes that had been there with him.
"Mr. Callen, are you listening to me?" Hetty asked, but he wasn't listening. All he could think about was her. He needed her there, with him.
Ignoring Hetty's protest, he quickly got out of the bed that he had been in, walking swiftly towards the door. Throwing it open he then headed down the hallway. "Reagan!" he shouted, and when he didn't get an answer, he began to get worried.
Frantically running down the hallway, calling her name, he dodged past nurses, ignored Hetty, and his partner's calls for him to come back. Somehow he managed to find his way out of the sterile white building.
He felt strong hands grip his shoulders as he stumbled along, and he was turned around and met the concerned brown eyes of his partner. Behind him were Hetty, Kensi, Deeks, Eric, and Nell. They all wore matching concerned expressions. Then his eyes slid away from them all and continued to search for her, desperately trying to hear her laugh, or catch a glimpse of her.
He tried to get out of his partners grip, but his hands only tightened around his shoulders. "Tell me where she is, please Sam, I need her" he begged looking at his partner.
"Who G? Who do you need?" his partner asked, confusion written deep on his face.
"Reagan, Sam, CIA agent Reagan Thomas, she was just here. I talked to her a few minutes ago, please Sam, where is she?" he asked, anguish written all over his face as he frantically looked around the parking lot that they were in searching for her.
Realization dawned on his partners face, and Sam's face was then replaced by Hetty. A look of sadness was written on her face.
"Mr. Callen…" she started.
"Hetty, I don't have time for this! If I don't find her she'll leave! She hasn't heard me tell her I love her, she needs to hear it Hetty" he said looking at the woman he had always thought of as a mother, desperation in his voice.
Hetty gently took his hand and looked him in the eye. "Mr. Callen, Reagan Thomas has been dead for ten years, she's buried in Virginia, next to her mother and father. You buried her" she said softly, and everything clicked into place.
The world nearly came crashing down, confusion swept over him.
"What's going on?" he whispered.
"G, you've been in a coma for three months, a car accident, you were chasing after someone you said killed your old partner. Someone who you said killed Reagan Thomas" Sam said.
...
It was all a dream, an illusion.
He sat in the hospital room later that day, and listened as the doctor explained that what he had saw, what had happened, him seeing Reagan, was an illusion, that none of it had been real, that is was all in his mind. The reason he had saw her while comatose was because seeing her killer had brought back the memories of her, she hadn't really been there.
He passed all the psychological tests, his CAT scans, everything came back clean, and he was sent back to work weeks later.
The man who had killed Reagan was dead; he died in the crash that had left Callen in a coma. He felt some satisfaction out of it, the man who had taken the woman he loved away from him was gone.
There was also the disappointment. The disappointment that everything, the talks, the touches, everything that concerned Reagan was nothing but his imagination. He wanted it to be real.
He looked at the picture that was in his wallet, the creases were now visible, but her beauty remained.
She wasn't his ghost anymore, she was just a memory.
His memory…