Sara walked, madly from her room, tying her robe in the process. Who ever woke her up at 8am on her day off was going to die.
Sara glanced through the peep hole. There stood G Callen with a box of doughnuts and a drink holder with coffee cups.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked, opening the door.
"Good morning dear," Callen said, placing a cup in her hand, a kiss on her cheek and just walking right into the apartment. Sara was a little shocked to say the least. "Nice place," Callen said, taking off his jacket and placing it over one of the bar stools.
"That doesn't answer my question," Sara said.
"Doughnut?" Callen asked.
"G Callen, what are you doing in my house at 8 am on our day off!?"
"Well, we need to come up with a story to tell your parents," Callen said, handing her a doughnut.
Sara sighed, taking the doughnut, "and why do we have to do it at 8 in the morning?"
Callen shrugged,"I guess it's good I didn't come over at 6."
"You should be glad you're alive," Sara said, "But the doughnuts and coffee help."
"Thank you for letting me live."
"Your welcome," Sara said,"now, let me change and we can plan."
Sara came out 5 minutes later in skinny jeans, a sweat shirt, and her hair brushed. Callen was sitting at the breakfast bar looking at one of her many scrapbooks.
"Just go through my things why don't you," Sara said.
"They were sitting on the counter," Callen replied.
"What year is that?" Sara asked, sitting down on the stool right next to Callen.
" uh...'93," Callen said, looking at the front cover.
"What, no! You can't look at that one!" Sara exclaimed, trying to take the album away.
"Why? I'm looking at it right now," Callen said, holding it out of her reach.
"That was my awkward stage," Sara said, still trying to take it away.
"What so awkward about..." Callen started, sarcasam in his voice.
"Braces, a bad hair cut, and bangs cut to short. Not to mention my body not maturing yet?"
"I think you look cute," Callen smiled, holding the album up beside her face.
"Shut up," Sara smiled, shoving Callen's shoulder, "so what your name?"
"Excuse me?"
"Your name? What are we telling my parents your name is?"
"George," Callen replied.
"Ok," Sara nodded, sipping on her coffee, "so I was think you could say you're a cop."
"Sounds good," Callen nodded, "how'd we meet?"
"I was think that either you pulled me over for speeding or I went into the station to pay a speeding ticket and we met there."
"You a speed demon?"
Sara got up and walked to a drawer and pulled out three slips of paper, "these are all from my past 6 months in L.A."
"All of these are almost reckless driving," Callen said, "your worse than me, and had to go to comedy driving school."
"Wow," Sara laughed.
"So I think we Should go with I pulled you over and then I black mailed you to going on a date with me."
"That's great. My sisters will gush all over it."
"Ok," Callen said, sliding off the stool, "I guess I'll be going."
"Wait a minute mister," Sara said, "you wake me up early on my day off and you don't get to leave 30 minutes later."
"What do you have in mind?"
"How are you at monopoly?" Sara asked.
::4 hours and a Chinese take out later::
"That'll be $1400," Sara smirked.
"How do you that?" Callen groaned.
"It's called strategy," Sara said.
"I know how to do strategy, until it come to this," Callen said.
"Really, cause I thought your strategy was to just wing everything."
"Ha ha ha."
"Well... since I'm beating you so bad, how about we stop?"
"Sounds good to me," Callen said. They cleaned up the fan and Sara sang 'I Am The Champion'. After the game thy sat on the couch and look at photo while Sara told Callen everybody's name and who they belonged to.
"You have a big family," Callen commented.
"Yes, so pay attention," Sara grinned.