To say she was struggling would probably be the biggest understatement of the century. She was trying to be clever when she picked up more than she could carry but she had wanted to get moved into her new apartment as quickly as possible so that she could be ready to start work nice and fresh in the morning. When she had spoken to Hetty a couple of weeks earlier she hadn't expected to be getting an apartment in the deal. So when she had met the rest of the team earlier that morning she knew she would probably fit in…eventually. When she had arrived at her apartment her rent a car filled with all of her stuff she had actually smiled until she got her key and realised that she would be carrying all of her stuff up three flights of stairs.

Callen's apartment:

Callen looked around his apartment and realised it was nearly tidy. Smiling to himself he realised that he had been picking out colours for his walls as he had been tidying. That was when he heard someone curse right outside of his front door, frowning he went to the door and opened it. What he saw was a woman bending over to pick up one of three boxes that had toppled out of her hands. Stepping out he said,

"Let me help." The woman stood up abruptly and dropped one of the boxes again. He smiled at her, "Sorry didn't mean to scare you."

"You…you…you didn't." she stammered as she looked at him, he was about her height with the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. That smile was infectious. He continued to smile at her and then she dipped her head blushing, "Oh my God. Sorry I didn't mean to stare. Cameron Mitchell." She said holding out her hand. Callen took it and in that same instant he felt something he hadn't felt in years. It was like he'd been hit by lightening, his fingers were tingling and he could feel it spreading.

"G Callen. But you can call me Callen." She looked shocked for all of a second and then she looked confused,

"You don't have a first name?" Callen shook his head. "Fair enough." She said realising that he didn't want to talk about it. He grinned at her and dropped her hand,

"So where do you want me to carry this?" he asked as he stooped down and picked up the box that she had dropped earlier.

"Er…erm third floor. Room 25." He headed up the stairs and Cameron watched him go. She shook her head, took a deep breath and then followed him up. Once they were at her door she kicked it open with her foot and inclined her head for him to follow her.

"You know this looks familiar. Mine looked like this about 8 hours ago." Callen said as he looked around the apartment. She dropped the boxes that she had been carrying and turned to look at him,

"8 HOURS!" she screeched. Then groaned, "I may as well not bother trying to sleep."

"Would you like a hand?" he asked her. He didn't want to leave her so soon and he couldn't quite understand why. She walked over to her couch and flopped onto it.

"Why?" she asked him. She couldn't help it she was a very suspicious person.

"Well I don't have any other plans and I'm already unpacked. Besides I don't need that much sleep." She raised an eyebrow at him and Callen found himself smirking at her. He walked over to her couch and sat down beside her. They had been sitting in a comfortable silence for about five minutes when Callen had to break it and find out more about her, "So…" she looked at him and raised her eyebrow again,

"Yes?" she asked.

"Where you from?"

"New York. You?"

"Various places but LA mostly. Why don't you have an accent?"

"It comes and goes. I usually pick up the accent of wherever I'm living. Where do you work?"

"I'm a cop." Cameron suddenly stood up and walked to the nearest box and started to look through it. "What do you do?"

"Currently? I'm…I'm not entirely sure what my job title is but I tell ya I'm lookin' forward to it." Callen stood up and went to the box that he had put down.

"Where do you want me to put this?" Cameron looked up from her box,

"What's in it?" Callen opened the box and looked inside,

"Er I think its kitchenware." Cameron sat down onto her knees and looked at him, "What?" he asked.

"I think I want it in the…bathroom." He looked at her in confusion, even in a confused state he looked cute but she could see that his brain was working on figuring her out. She stood up laughing and as she walked past him she hit him on the shoulder, "Where do you think I want it?" Callen burst out laughing,

"You know you would get on great with my partner Sam." Cameron smiled,

"You think?"

"Yeah. He likes to make squirm as well. Although I gotta admit I know all about him and you I know nothing about." Cameron didn't say anything but carried on unpacking her boxes. Within a couple of hours they had unpacked all of her boxes and they were having a drink when Callen looked at his watch, "Well I'd better go. I have an early start." Cameron stood up and followed him to the door,

"Yeah me too. Thank you G Callen. You know if we get to know each other a little better maybe we should think of a first name for you." Callen turned in the doorway and looked at her,

"You mean when we get to know each other." She quirked her eyebrow again as she started to close her door and smiled,

"We'll see. Good night G Callen." She closed the door and leaned back against it with her heart pounding and her breath coming out in panicked gasps. Callen grinned at the door and went back down to his own apartment deciding that living in the building was going to be interesting.