Hetty cleared her throat,
"Miss Mitchell can I have a word?" Cameron nodded and followed her into her office.
"What is it?"
"George Dawson's trial is coming up. They want you to testify."
"Fine. When is it?"
"That's not the issue."
"So what's the issue?"
"He's been making threats. Death threats. Aimed at you. Now while he can't do it himself he could easily get someone to do it for him. I want you to be on the lookout…" Hetty trailed off noticing the far off look in her eye. "What is it Miss Mitchell?"
"Lately…I…uh…I've been having the feeling that I'm being watched. I can't quite explain it." Hetty sat there thinking,
"Just be on the look out. If you have any worries. Call me." Cameron nodded and stood up.
Upstairs in OPS:
"What are you doing here?" Callen demanded.
"I have something that I need to tell you." she replied coyly.
"Cut the crap and get to the point." Callen replied as he crossed his arms.
"Fine. That wifey of yours is in trouble. I was hired to follow her and I have been since she came out of hospital."
"Prove it."
"Fine she lives in the apartment above yours, although lately you've been staying at hers, probably to help her from her nightmares, I saw you coming out of there with her. You went left and she went right to a little coffee shop, she goes to that particular coffee shop every five days."
"How do you know about the nightmares?" Callen asked her. She smirked and looked Callen up and down,
"I may have…broken into her apartment and bugged it with microphones." Callen's eyes narrowed,
"May have?"
"Ok I did bug her apartment. Who knew you had such a soft side?"
"What did you hear?"
"Everything. She's been through Hell." Callen thought about this and he remembered what happened a couple of nights ago.
Flashback:
Cameron woke up screaming and Callen rushed into her room. He grabbed her around the shoulders so that he could hug her, but she was somewhere else,
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!"
"Cameron it's me. Callen."
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" she screamed again.
"Cameron! Calm down. Its just me Callen." He said again trying to get her to look at him. As she turned to look at him her face crumpled as she fell towards his chest,
"Why me? Why is it always me?" she asked him. With tears streaming down her face she clutched at his shirt. Her tears soaked his shirt within seconds but he didn't care. He rubbed circles into her back and made shushing noises. She just kept asking "why me? Why me?"
"Why is what always you honey?" Callen asked her once she started to take hiccupping breaths.
"Its always me who gets beat up or raped." She mumbled.
"This isn't the first time it's happened?" he asked her quietly. She shook her head,
"My dad."
"Your dad raped you?" Callen could feel his blood start to boil. She nodded her head. "You didn't deserve that no matter what your thinking."
"How the Hell do you know what I'm thinking?" she snapped at him as she pulled her head up. Callen couldn't believe how hurt and scared she looked, and yet she still looked strong and secure about herself. In his opinion she had never looked more beautiful. He pulled her towards him again and she just collapsed against him. Her crying slowly died down until Callen was pretty sure that she had fallen asleep. He gently moved her so that she was on her side and he curled up next to her. Just to holding her seemed to keep her calm.
End flashback:
"You really care about her don't you?" Tracy asked him.
"Tracy I want you to stop following her and then I want you to leave and not come back." Tracy glared at him and then she softened her gaze as she looked at him.
"What?"
"You're in love with her." Callen gawped at her,
"No. I'm not. She's a friend. Besides you're the reason I don't date women who have their own handcuffs." Tracy raised an eyebrow coyly,
"I thought you liked what I did with the handcuffs." Callen smirked and left OPS.
Cameron walked into the coffee shop just down from her apartment. She walked past the couple at the table near the door and joined the queue. When she got to the front the clerk smiled at her,
"Good afternoon Olivia. The usual?" Cameron nodded and smiled. She took her coffee and walked out of the coffee shop. A man standing at the counter caught the clerks' attention,
"Excuse me Miss?"
"Yes?"
"Could you tell me who that young woman was?"
"Yes. She's a regular. Her names Olivia. That's all I know." She smiled at the man and carried on serving. The man left a couple of minutes later and started to walk down the street. He entered the apartment building and walked up three flights of stairs. He turned left and knocked on a door. The woman opened the door he pulled out his gun and fired at her. When she was on the floor he scooped her up and carried her downstairs to a different apartment. He propped her up as he picked the lock, he pushed open the door and picked the young woman up again. He walked into the bedroom and placed the woman on the bed. Turning around he left and shut the door.
Back at NCIS:
Callen was sitting in front of Hetty's desk.
"Is that all she said Mr Callen?"
"Yes. When I get back home I'm going to go through her apartment and take the cameras and microphones out." Hetty nodded.
"Ok Mr Callen. Keep an eye on her. I want her safe until the hearing." Callen nodded and stood up. Callen walked into the bullpen to be met by three curious colleagues.
"What?"
"What's going on with you G?" Sam asked his partner.
"Nothing." Sam raised an eyebrow at him.
"G you've been acting weird since she got here. Don't get me wrong we all like her and we just want you to be happy but…" Callen looked around,
"What are you guys on about?"
"Cameron." Kensi replied. Callen looked at her in confusion,
"What are you on about?"
"You're in denial G. Don't worry we'll be here when you're ready to admit it." Sam smiled and Callen followed him out of the bullpen.
"Do you want me to give you a ride home?" Sam asked him.
"Yes please." They drove in silence with Sam watching Callen out of the corner of his eye,
"Will you stop that?"
"What?" Sam asked innocently. They had arrived at the apartment building when Callen said,
"Do you wanna help me get rid of the surveillance? By the way she told me." Sam nodded and then said,
"She told you what G?"
"About her father."
"Oh."
"It explains a lot. Come on I wanna get this done before she comes home." They hurried up the stairs and Callen used his key to get into her apartment. Sam quirked an eyebrow.
"She got fed up of my picking the lock so she gave me a key." Callen answered.
"Ok G. Whatever you say." They entered the apartment and Sam wrinkled his nose.
"Do you smell that?" Callen leaned towards his partner and sniffed,
"Yeh. It's you. Baby powder. But like I said that's a conversation for another time." Callen replied as he entered the living room. Sam rolled his eyes,
"No it smells like cordite."
"Its just you. You've been on the firing range today. I can always smell for a couple days afterwards." Callen replied as he worked on getting rid of the cameras and microphones. "Are you going to help me or not?" Sam nodded and he started to help his partner. Neither realising that Cameron was downstairs bleeding all over Callen's bed.
A/N: I know this is a little far fetched in places but it will have a point I promise. Thanks again for all of the reviews. Please keep it up.