A/N: That was my fault. I made her younger in an earlier chapter and then I suddenly decided to make them in the same year. However because she is a quick study it would kinda make sense that she was ahead in her classes. But I'm not sure on that one. So if anyone has any suggestions on that it would be greatly appreciated. Thanks for all the reviews guys please keep them coming and I will try and amend as I go.
Sandy plodded out of the bedroom and hovered just inside the doorway to the living room. Her sister and the guy that had woke her up were laughing together. She stood and really looked at him. He seemed about the same height as Cameron with very short brown hair. She couldn't tell what colour eyes he had but his whole seemed to brighten up when he smiled. From her position she couldn't really see his smile but as she listened to his laugh she could just picture it in her mind. Then she looked at her sister she was currently had a hand on his knee trying to keep herself upright she was laughing that hard. Sandy raised an eyebrow. Hm interesting she thought to herself. As she carried on looking at Callen she couldn't help but notice that he hadn't actually taken his eyes off her sister, this I will have to change, she thought as she cleared her throat. Cameron immediately sat up and stopped laughing.
"When are you leaving?" she demanded.
"Well good morning to you to sunshine." Sandy replied sarcastically. Cameron rolled her eyes. Sandy briefly looked at Callen,
"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"
"No." Cameron answered defensively.
"You know you should learn to share." Sandy answered. Callen watched the pair with interest. Cameron was a completely different person when she was around which intrigued him. Sandy walked over to the couch and stood just to the right of Callen.
"Hi I'm Sandy. Who are you?" she asked him holding out her hand.
"Callen. Nice to meet you." He shook her hand and Cameron snorted. Callen turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow.
"What?" Cameron asked him as she fidgeted next to him.
"Nothing." Callen replied with a small smirk. Cameron scowled at him and turned to her sister,
"You need to get dressed and go and find somewhere else to live. We're going to be busy all day so I suggest you leave. We wouldn't want the paint fumes to affect your one remaining brain cell."
"Ok I get the hint. I'm going, I'm going." Sandy replied as she left the living room to change. Callen turned on her.
"Was that really necessary?"
"Yes it was." Cameron replied as she stood up. Cameron walked to her bedroom door and went inside. No sooner had she gone in then Sandy came out.
"She is insufferable. How do you put up with her?"
"She's not usually like that." Callen replied as he watched Sandy walk over to the couch and sit down.
"So tell me about yourself Callen."
"I'd rather not. There's a cheap hotel a few blocks from here if you want somewhere to live." Sandy raised an eyebrow; she looked exactly the same as Cameron except the look on her didn't look as endearing.
"I see she got to you." Sandy replied.
"What happened in New York?" Callen asked her.
"Well I used to go out and party, she never came out with me, I used to wake her up in the small hours. She would go to work pissed off and then I would be out again partying by the time she got home. In the end she chucked me out. The end." Callen raised an eyebrow, which she found really cute.
"That's not the whole story is it?"
"That's it."
"You're lying." Callen stated matter of factly. "I will find out you know." Sandy shrugged her shoulders. Cameron came out of her bedroom in the clothes she had on the day before.
"Ok you can leave now." She said nastily. Sandy stood up with her hands raised in surrender.
"Ok, ok I'm going." She was almost at the door when she heard Cameron shout,
"And don't come back until later and you had better not be drunk!" Sandy waved a hand behind her as she muttered to herself.
Throughout the day Callen kept trying to ask Cameron what had happened in New York hoping that she would get sick of being pestered and just tell him. Every time he tried however she would just change the subject. Trying to change tack he said,
"How come you didn't slap me before now?" Cameron shrugged,
"Well to be honest I wasn't entirely sure if you were the right Callen. I met quite a few in New York. It wasn't until you told me about the clown incident that I realised you were in fact the right one that I slapped you. You know that feeling you get if you think you know someone but you're not entirely sure?" Callen nodded,
"Yeah I had that feeling with you."
"Fair enough. You know I might be able to solve your sister problem."
"You mean besides a bullet to her brain?" Callen frowned at her,
"Yes I may have a different option."
"Ok…. what is it?"
"What if she played my wife in this case? She would be out of your hair and if anyone asked we'd say she was trying contacts on that turned into sunglasses."
"Hell NO! I'm not letting you do that or her for that matter. I appreciate the gesture but she's not worth trying to help. Believe me, been there, done that, got the goddamn t-shirt to prove it."
"Will you at least think about it?"
"No I won't. Besides Hetty would never agree to it." Cameron answered confidently.
"She already has but she said I had to clear it with you first." Cameron stared at him in total shock.
"When did you phone Hetty?" she demanded as she threw the paintbrush down.
"When you went to get the takeout. This is going to happen whether you like it or not."
"You son of a bitch! Get out!" she screamed at him. Callen put his paintbrush down and walked towards the front door.
"You need to bring her with you to work on Monday morning." He called as he went out the door.
"What I need is to get my gun." She muttered. She felt like crying. Her sister had barely been in town a day and already she was screwing up her life and she had Callen on her side already. She didn't even realise when her first tear slid down her cheek.
A/N: Sorry this is such a short chapter. I know Callen wouldn't actually do what he just did but it will have a purpose I promise.