Title : Cure for the soul.
By : GirlOfSpring
Pairing : Nell/Callen
Summary: It all started with a certain intelligence analyst who needed her music and a certain special agent who was disturbed by the noise. A Nallen story
Disclaimer : If I would own, there would be a lot more scenes from a very different style.
Note: So.. Sorry? And actually sorry again because I know that this chapter is very short compared to the others. I actually have a part that still belongs to this one, but I decided to split it up into two because it's about how they solved the case they are working on (yes! A case! But it's sort of important for the rest of the story, you'll find out in the end..)

So again, I am so sorry for the incredible delay this chapter has had, but the second part of it will be up a lot sooner. Secondly, I was browsing my FF-page and I discovered a button so I can reply to all your amazing reviews (Yeah yeah, I know what you guys are thinking xD Only now!) so starting now I will start replying to your reviews as well..

Now.. Enjoy!

~~~|G|O|S|~~~

Callen looked up to the sky while walking over to his car. It was going to be one of those days, he was sure of it. For one thing, the sky was a greyish white with clouds in which you couldn't see the beginning nor the end. He hated this kind of weather. It had a strange feeling to it, as if nothing would ever happen because they were closed off from everything.

He shook his head and got in his car, starting the engine in one swift movement. Directly, he was greeted by the now familiar tones of the CD he had gotten from Nell.

Callen groaned and let his head fall back against the head rest while his brain was flooded by images of her flushed face with sparkling, hazel eyes that didn't leave him alone.

He shuddered and the images continued so that he could almost feel her legs around his waist again.

Suddenly, when he realized what exactly he was doing, his eyes flew open and he quickly turned off the music before driving away from the parking space. He had that distinct feeling you have after somebody would throw a bucket of empty water over your head.

He drove to the office, choosing streets at random he hadn't used in a couple of days without really thinking about it.

This was bad.

This whole feeling thing. Every time he tried to concentrate on something, he would be able to do so for about ten seconds before thinking about his dream again.

After waking up that morning, he hadn't been able to go to sleep again. His eyes wouldn't close and after the very long, very cold shower he wandered aimlessly through the house, picking up things to do but always putting them down again.

After an hour, he had already fantasized in loads of different ways that he could have sex with her throughout the whole of the house and before he could leave for work, he had been forced to take another shower.

Now he dreaded going to the office, because he really didn't want to know what would happen if he would actually see her with all of this mess.

And those thoughts got him directly a very interesting image of her, completely naked and sitting on his desk.

Callen cursed and opened the windows of his car while speeding up to let the wind blow in his face.

It would be a very interesting day at work today.

~~~|G|O|S|~~~

Nell was humming happily while climbing the stairs to the command centre. The weather hadn't been the best that morning but with a nice breakfast and a good shower, she did get an awefully nice start for her day.

Now, in the office, she was going up so she could go over the case for the day with Eric and then later they could brief the whole team.

The doors slid open and she walked in the blue-lit room, where the surfer-tech was staring blankly at the screen in front of him.

Slowly, Nell walked up to him and tilted her head slightly.

"You look like crap" She then commented lightly.

"Late night?"

She only got a low groan in response and she sat down next to Eric, silently patting him on his shoulder.

"I went for a drink yesterday and then, this morning, the girl I had met was just.. gone.." He mumbled before shaking his head.

With a sympathetic smile, Nell nodded slightly.

"That sucks. You know what, I'll make you a good, very strong coffee in a few minutes and then you might wake up a bit more"

She took her tablet and turned to the big screen while she started pulling up the newest information they had gotten for their new case.

"Anything special I should know?" Without really noticing so herself, she had gone into work mode. But she would get Eric his promised coffee.

Her partner picked up his own tablet and reorganized the documents so that there were three pictures visible: two men and a woman.

"Last night, LAPD got a call from Georgia and Dennis Walters. They had gotten home from a wedding and found their front door unlocked. When they entered the house, everything was still exactly as it had been earlier except for.. this"

Eric pulled up another picture which showed a very expensive designer-kitchen with in the middle of it, on the tiled floor, a puddle of blood.

"No body, no traces of anybody every being in the house. No signs of forced entry, just the front door being open"

Nell frowned slightly with all this information.

"And what does this have to do with us?" She glanced sideways to her friend, who seemed to have woken up a bit more now he could talk to another human being and he pulled forward the picture of the second man. He was younger than Dennis Walters and strikingly handsome.

"Meet Intelligence Officer Jason O'Dowd. He was in the US Navy overseas, working in different countries in the Middle-East with the highest security clearance. He was declared dead after a car bombing in Iraq"

"And what does he have to do with all of this?"

"We ran DNA on the blood and it's his. Which, obviously, isn't really possible. Hence, our problem. We have to figure out what happened and whether or not Jason O'Dowd is still alive and currently betraying his country.."

Nell nodded and stood up from her chair.

"Got it. I'll get the others"

She walked out of command centre and turned right so she could go to the stairs, directly bumping into a great, big wall of human.

She bounced backwards, surprised by the sudden impact and could feel herself falling. As every normal person, she braced herself for impact, but it never came.

Arms had slid around her and slowly she looked up, straight into a pair of heated, very familiar blue eyes.

"G! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there" She said, smiling up at him and placing a hand on his arm to steady herself.

He didn't budge. Instead, she felt his whole body tense up at her words and the slight touch, pulling her just a bit closer in the process.

In that moment she noticed how she was surrounded by hard muscle. How could she not, she was pretty much pressed against him.

Slowly, she felt heat rising to her face. He still hadn't said anything, he just kept staring at her face.

She was suddenly feeling very conscious of herself and licked her dry lips without thinking about it.

"Ehm.. G?" But he still wasn't responding. Because of her movement, his eyes had shifted down to her mouth and he was so close she could feel his hot breath on her lips.

She felt her body almost melting into his embrace, even when it was still a bit awkward because it originated from the motive of not letting her fall to the ground.

"G?" She whispered softly. She had no idea what was happening. Everything else had dropped to the background and she could only stare into his fierce eyes and feel him everywhere around her.

A soft, musky smell entered her nose, mixed with some sort of other scent. It was delicious yet so very, very hot.

"DEEKS! You took my donut again, didn't you!" They heard Kensi shout from downstairs.

The moment was over as Callen stepped back suddenly as if he had burned himself, looking everywhere but her face.

Nell felt herself get even redder and before any of them could say anything, she had slipped past him to go and call the others. Callen walked straight into the command centre without saying another word.

~~~|G|O|S|~~~

What had he done?

Inwardly, Callen groaned for the tenth time in two minutes while he mentally kept beating himself up. He had gone upstairs to talk to Eric and literally bumped into Nell.

Without thinking about it, he had caught her before she fell and in the next second every thought had gone for a walk and he couldn't do anything else except for staring into her eyes.

It had felt amazing to hold her, and somewhere in his brain a caveman-part had come to life that wanted him to take her with him, away from the rest of the world.

He shook his head vigorously and tried to concentrate on the story for the case they were working on today, which really wasn't working out for him.

Nell was a good person. He had known her for a while now and she was funny and sweet and considerate and she somehow always did exactly the right thing. With his birthday, she had just given him the CD and he still considered it one of the best presents he had ever gotten, even when it was a very short list.

He sighed and shook his head.

There was of course still the fact that she was absolutely beautiful.

His eyes darted sideways to where she was standing next to the big screen. They were all gathered in the command centre and being briefed about the case.

She was pulling up information and gesturing at pictures while regularly looking back to her spectators, these being himself with Sam, Kensi and Deeks. Eric was sitting at his desk and just watching as she talked.

Everybody was silent and paying attention, something she could just demand by being herself and doing her job.

His eyes followed her every movement.

This was bad, this was very bad.

~~~|G|O|S|~~~

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