Sunday afternoon:
After Cameron had unceremoniously shoved her at Callen, which she didn't actually mind, Callen had offered her breakfast. While they were eating Callen kept looking at her strangely.
"What?" she demanded.
"Nothing. Its just it's hard to believe your sisters. She hates you. I want to know why." Callen replied. He stretched upwards and groaned when he was done stretching he saw that Sandy's face had gone slack and her eyes had unfocused. When he looked down he saw that his sweat pants had ridden down slightly so that they hanging on his hips instead of being above them. He sighed and went into his bedroom and changed. When he came back out Sandy was looking very confused. When she saw him he could see the disappointment creeping up into her face. As he studied her face he couldn't help but wonder what the expression would look like on Cameron's face. He smiled to himself.
"What you smiling at?" she asked him.
"Nothing. So are you going to tell me what really happened in New York?"
"No. So…" she started as she looked around his bare apartment. "Where do I sleep?" she asked him with a wink. Callen frowned as she walked up to him and stopped very close to him,
"You sleep in there." He said pointing towards his bedroom. She looked him up and down,
"You joining me?" she whispered into his ear. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. That's only because it's the wrong sister saying it his mind argued with him. He stepped back from her,
"No I'm not. I don't sleep." He replied. She shrugged her shoulders and grinned at him,
"No bother. Thought I would ask anyway. Good night Callen." Callen watched her leave and then he looked at his watch. It was only 8pm. He shook his head and went about taking apart his TV.
Monday morning:
Callen had a hell of fight on his hands when he went to wake up Sandy. She was definitely not a morning person.
"Sandy!" he called through the door, "Its time to get up!" he heard her mutter something and he rolled his eyes and then shouted,
"Get up or I'm coming in with cold water!"
"Then I'm waiting for you!" she called back through the door coyly. Callen groaned.
"Cassandra! Get out of bed!" he walked away from the door and five minutes later she came out of the bedroom.
"Don't call me Cassandra." She ground out through gritted teeth. Callen smirked at her and Sandy could feel herself melting. No wonder Cameron loves him she thought to herself. She managed a halfhearted smile and followed him out to his car. It didn't take long to get to NCIS.
"You drive like a maniac!" she said taking a few shaky breaths. Callen shrugged his shoulders and grinned,
"Cameron doesn't mind my driving." Sandy scowled at him,
"Well I guess its an acquired taste." Callen didn't say anything but walked into the building. As they entered the bullpen the team said good morning to Sandy.
"Morning Cameron. Sleep well?" a bald headed black man asked her with a smirk.
"Do I know you?" Sandy asked him. Sam looked up from his desk and frowned.
"Yes you know me. You know all of us. I guess that clown thing really knocked you." Sam replied.
"What clown thing?" Sandy asked him enjoying the fact that he was clearly confused. Sam looked at her,
"You know what clown thing." He turned to Callen,
"G what's with her?" Callen was leaning on his desk,
"That's not Cameron." He replied as he watched his partners face go from confusion to laughter in a matter of seconds.
"That's funny G. Ok if she's not Cameron I'm the Pope." He continued to laugh. Sandy walked up to him and looked him in the eye. Sam didn't back down from the challenge.
"I didn't know your eyes were blue." He commented. Before Sandy could reply Hetty walked into the bullpen accompanied by four people Callen didn't recognise. He immediately got up off his desk and walked towards her. As he got closer Hetty put up a hand to stop the inevitable questions.
"These people are from CBI. One of their cases has stumbled into our jurisdiction. These are Agents Lisbon, Cho and Rigsby. The other man is Patrick Jane. He's their consultant." Callen walked along the line shaking their hands. Patrick grabbed his hand and held it and stated at him.
"What does the G stand for?" he asked Callen.
"I…I don't know…" he stammered. Callen frowned I don't stammer. That staring is unnerving he thought to himself, its like he can see into my soul. He shuddered and dropped the mans hand.
"This is my team. Special Agents Sam Hanna and Kensi Blye. Our LAPD liaison Marty Deeks and the blonde is Cassandra Mitchell. She's helping us with a case. So what's your case?" Callen asked them after the introductions had been made. Callen frowned when Patrick stepped away from Sandy and said,
"I don't like you."
"Jane!" the woman with them scolded him like a child. She turned to Callen, "I'm sorry about that." Callen didn't say anything but something was bugging him.
"We're looking for a serial killer called Red John." Callen nodded,
"What's that got to do with us?" he asked them.
"He's killed a Navy Commander." Hetty answered him. Callen turned to look at her,
"We can't really spare anyone. We've got to catch Sandy up on the case."
"I'm sure Miss Mitchell would be happy to help us when she comes in." Hetty replied with finality. Callen nodded and smiled at the newcomers.
"Our other agent Cameron Mitchell can help you."
"Excellent." Patrick said with a smile.
"G what are you on about? Cameron is right here." Sam said pointing to Sandy.
"No Sam that is Cameron's twin sister Cassandra."
"Well why didn't you say so?" Sam turned to her and stuck out his hand, "Sam Hanna. I'm not usually this stupid." Sandy smiled at him,
"No problem. I used to try and convince her to switch with me all the time when we were kids but she wouldn't do it. Still a lot of people used to think I was her and vice versa."
"So what are the differences between you?" he asked her intrigued.
"I have blue eyes she has brown. That's it."
"She also has short red hair." Patrick butted in. Callen turned to look at him in shock,
"How did you know that?" he asked him.
"Well if I looked like her I would want to change my appearance as well. Get as far away from her as possible." Jane answered. The team just stared at him. He looked around,
"What? Let me guess she only changed her hair in the last few days? She's been cranky and irritable?" Callen nodded.
"Yeah." Callen looked at his watch and said, "She should be here soon."
"No she won't." Patrick said matter of factly. Sam raised an eyebrow, "She's slept in. Probably because she woke her up in the small hours coming in drunk." Patrick continued waving a finger at Sandy. Sandy stepped forward to slap him and he backed away with his hands raised,
"Oh looks like I hit a nerve."
"I'm going to hit a nerve in a minute." Sandy growled. She advanced on him again and Cho stepped in between them. Cho pushed Patrick backwards but not before he said to Callen,
"You have a serious problem." Callen grabbed Sandy's arm and held her so that she couldn't follow the CBI team. They were still in the bullpen when Sam smiled,
"Cameron's here." Callen looked at his watch, he was right she was late. They watched as Cameron stopped just outside the bullpen and looked at the CBI team. Callen grinned when her face lit up with excitement at finally getting her weapon. She walked into the bullpen and walked over to her desk as she was rummaging around in her desk she could feel three pairs of eyes on her back. She stood up and said,
"What?"
"When did you dye your hair?" Kensi asked her.
"Friday why?" Cameron asked not really understanding what was going on.
"Why are you late?" Sam asked her. She had never been late.
"What is this? 20 questions?" she snapped. Then she sighed,
"Sorry I'm tired. My darling sister came in drunk the other morning. With some guy whose name she couldn't remember. I tossed and turned all night. So I overslept. Why?" she looked at her friends as they turned to look at Patrick who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Shaking her head she said,
"So where's the crime scene?"
"Downtown." Rigsby replied. Cameron smiled at him and studied him for a couple of seconds and then said,
"Lets go."
Downtown:
They talked in the car about various things when Patrick asked,
"So what's with you and that Callen guy?" Cameron blushed.
"Nothing. Why?"
"Oh no reason."
"So you and he aren't?" Rigsby asked her.
"No why you wanna ask me out?" she asked him coyly. Rigsby fidgeted in embarrassment.
"Would you?" he asked her quietly.
"Sorry Wayne. I don't date guys who are rebounding."
"That's no problem. But if I wasn't would you?"
"Definitely."
"We're here but there seems to be a problem." Lisbon said from the drivers seat. Cameron leaned forward.
"Great. LAPD. Excuse me." Rigsby got out so she could get out of the truck and watched her walk over to the officers.
"Hey guys do you want to get out of my crime scene?"
"This is our crime scene." A tall man said. Cameron looked him up and down and sighed.
"That is a Navy Commander. I'm NCIS. So really this is my crime scene." The man walked towards her and pushed her backwards by the shoulder.
"Did you just push me?" she demanded.
"Yes. I don't know you and your not getting inside this crime scene."
"I dare you to do it again." The man went to push her again but she caught him and flipped him over onto his back. She kept a hold of his wrist and pulled out her cell phone.
"You know you really should have let me in now I'm gonna have to call Deeks."
"Deeks."
"Get your ass down here and sort out your LAPD buddies." Cameron snapped and shut the phone. She let go of the mans wrist and walked back towards the truck.
"What was that?" Rigsby asked her in awe. She thought about her answer and then smiled,
"Interagency co-operation." She winked at him and leaned against the truck as they waited for Deeks.
A/N: I know Callen wouldn't stammer but no matter who you are if you had Patrick Jane staring at you for no reason even the coolest person would stammer. Lol. Next chapter will be the actual crime scene. Again any and all reviews are welcome and a big thank you to my reviewers so far. It is much appreciated and I will try and amend and incorporate your ideas into my fic.