Callen stands slightly behind Chloe, thinking 'So help me god. This won't end well.' And being the good federal agent he is, he was right.
None other than Regina Bradford walks up to them and asks if they need any help. Callen can do nothing but watch in surprise as he observes Chloe's wonderful undercover act. He's impressed, considering she's an artist and clearly wouldn't have any undercover experience.
It takes only a few seconds for him to want to take back what he was thinking.
Just as Regina is turning around Chloe calls her back. "Um actually, I heard about this place from a girlfriend of mine," Callen sends her a warning look laced with some confusion. She ignores him and continues, "And she said that this is the best place to find girlfriends of hired killers."
Callen internally groans when all of a sudden Regina runs out of the building, Chloe head on her heels.
Chasing after both of them, he runs through the side door of the building into the alleyway. He looks to his left, then to his right to find that the women have gotten much further away than he'd thought. They turn the corner, and seconds later so does he. The sound of a gunshot gets his heart racing and he picks up the pace.
Chloe chases Regina into the side alley of the building, following her deeper as they turn the corner. After a few seconds of running, she follows her around another corner. When she turns the corner, it's empty, aside from the exit back onto the street and a couple of dumpsters. She slows down into a jog, slightly out of breath. She hears movement from behind her, and turns around only to find herself face to face with the barrel of a gun.
Putting her hands up Chloe speaks, trying her best to keep her voice level, "Put the gun down."
She can see that Regina's hands are shaking and for a millisecond she sees the hesitation in her eyes. Chloe takes that millisecond to her advantage and knocks the gun out of her hands. It goes off. Luckily instead of the bullet hitting one of them, it lodges itself into the shell of a dumpster nearby.
Regina tries to run, and Chloe blocks her way putting her body in front of her, obstructing the exit from her view. Regina throws a punch, Chloe blocks it, but unfortunately didn't see the other fist heading her way hitting her in the arm. Chloe loses balance and falls bringing Regina down on top of her. Regina is about to punch Chloe again, but she catches it in her palm. In trying to flip herself out from under other women, Chloe's fist accidentally connects with the women's face.
Out of habit the words slip from her mouth, "Ouch! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to do that, I swear!"
The woman on top of her stops for a moment and looks at her like she's crazy. Who stops in the middle of a fight to apologize for hitting the person you're fighting?
Chloe, ignoring her own stupidity, manages to flip them and somehow get the other woman on her stomach. At the same time, Callen runs in gun drawn, ready for a fight. When he spots them on the ground he lowers his weapon.
"It's about time. You're a little late don't you think?" She teases.
Callen shrugs, "You got a head start."
She raises an eyebrow. "Right…" She had like a 3 second head start, but she lets him have it. "Give me your cuffs," she orders.
"I think I got it from here."
"Give. Me. Your. Cuffs," she stresses each word holding out one of the hands that's not currently keeping her human seat's hands together.
"I would, but we don't exactly carry cuffs."
"Then what do you cuff them with?"
He pulls out zip ties from his pocket and hands them over to her. Tightening the ties around the suspect's girlfriend's wrists she tells Callen, "I have always wanted to do that." He can hear the enthusiasm in her voice and the corners of his lips tick upwards.
Helping her lift Regina up, he complements her. "Not bad for a New York artist."
"Do I sense some sarcasm in your tone?"
"No," he replies genuinely. Noticing a light bruise forming on Chloe's arm he asks, "Are you okay? You're getting a bruise on your arm. Did she hit you?" He tries to ignore that heavy feeling of worry setting off in his gut. His arm reaches out to touch her, on its own accord, trying as if touching her could ease some of tension building up in his stomach.
"I'm fine. I can handle myself thank you very much.
"Yeah, clearly." The words are said with more acerbity and remorse than intended and he immediately regrets them the second the fall off his tongue. He regrets them even more as he sees the indignant look of sadness wash upon her face.
"Chloe, I didn't," He starts, feeling the need to explain himself. Before he can get the rest of the words out Sam pulls in up with the car. Sometime during their talk he must have texted him.
"I let you two out of my sight for a few minutes and you guys can't even stay out of trouble." He says looking between the two of them. Sensing the tension he moves onto a different topic. "Is that who I think it is?"
"Yup," She replies, popping the P again, before Callen has the chance to reply. He's starting to think that that's her signature thing. "In the flesh. So… What do we do with her?"
"Now. We bring her to the boatshed."
"The boatshed?"