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So I can't seem to get this story out of my mind, I have so many chapters I want to write. anyway back to this one, time for another little chat between Sam and Callen I think. I hope you like it.
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Callen and Sam were sitting down for what had become an almost weekly ritual of sharing breakfast. They usually used the time to discuss inconsequential things, as well as their co-workers and recent cases. But that morning Sam had something else he wanted to discuss with his partner. Namely a certain person he seemed to be dating. After all this was the first real chance he had had to grill G on them again, and he wasn't about to let it slip through his fingers. Though he did wait until G had his food in front of him and had some coffee before he spoke.
"So, you see 'none of my business' last night?" He asked knowing his friend understood exactly what he meant by that sentence by the small smile that appeared on his face before it became a mask once more. In all honesty that really was all the answer Sam needed, but he wasn't go to stop there. Where would be the fun in that?
"That's none of your business." Callen replied pretending to be really interested in the food on his plate.
"Your right, and I'm sorry." Sam responded waiting a beat for G to look up at him before he continued. "Did you see 'none of your business' last night?" He asked with a smirk making Callen roll his eyes.
"Really, Sam?" he asked in disbelief, he would have expected something like that from Marty, not his partner. But it seemed having them sit next to each other at work wasn't a good thing. They were rubbing off on each other, and Callen wasn't sure he liked that idea.
"I'm only asking cos I swung by your place and you weren't there, so I guessed you had to be somewhere else, with someone else." Sam explained with an unrepentant shrug. He wasn't going to mention he had actually sat outside G's house waiting for him to come home until about midnight, at which point he had realised he wasn't going to. Nor that because of that he had been pretty surprised that he had been there this morning when he came to pick him up.
At Sam's words Callen could help the soft smile appearing on his face as he remembered just how he had spend his evening. It wasn't exciting or dangerous, but it had been nice. Just relaxing with Marty and a couple of beers. Even if he had had to leave the guy asleep in bed this morning so that he could get back to his house and be ready to meet Sam.
"You did. I can tell by that loved up little smile on your face. So when am I going to get to meet this person?" Sam said after watching the facial expressions cross his partner face at lightning speed. If you didn't know to look out for them, you would have missed it. Luckily he had had plenty of practise watching G.
Callen was about to tell Sam never when he suddenly frowned, thinking over Sam's words before turning to him, and giving him a calculating look as he ran over every conversation they had had about Marty in his head.
"What?" Sam asked when he saw the look, wondering what he done to earn it. Why was G looking at him like he was some kind of puzzle?
"You said person." Callen finally responded after a few more moments of silence while he studied his partner. He had figured out that Sam had never used anything but genderless terms to describe Marty. It had always been date, beau, and they. But… there was no way Sam could know, was there? I mean, it wasn't like he went round shouting about his sexuality, in fact he went to considerable lengths so the people he worked with didn't know half the time. So there was no way Sam could have figured it out. Right?
"And?" Sam shrugged as if it was nothing, though in truth wondering what G would do now. Wondering if he would finally tell him.
"Why didn't you say woman?" Callen asked lightly leaning back on his chair so he could study every part of his partner, and watch for even the slightest change in his body language or facial expressions.
"Well is it a woman?" Sam asked leaning back too, and smirking at the wide eyes his serious question gathered from the man opposite him. But he decided that rather than wait the eternity it would take for G to actually answer his question, he decided to continue speaking. "I've been your partner for three years, G. I'm not blind."
At that Callen had no idea what to say. He couldn't believe Sam had found out, yet never said anything. He mind was still trying to find out exactly what he had done to give himself away. "You know." He finally managed to get out, he needed to make sure Sam really was saying what he thought he was.
"Oh come on, you seriously didn't realise that? Sure G, You're good, but you're not that good." Sam replied with a soft smile hoping to reduce the blow his words seemed to be having. Though he did choose not to tell G how it was he found out. Because the truth was that until his partner had gotten shot in that drive-by, he had had no idea. But when Callen, high as a kite on pain meds, told his doctor that he 'had extremely kissable lips and if he came closer he would show him just how kissable', Sam kind of got an idea. Not that he or the doctor felt that either of them should mention that conversation with G when he came back to his senses, so he doubted he even remembered doing it. Let his partner wonder how he had figured it out, it was only fair considering he had never actually told him.
"You never said anything." Callen responded still watching Sam warily as if he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"Neither did you." Sam replied simply. Though looking in his partners eyes he could see that he still wasn't sure how he felt about him knowing. It was as if G thought he wouldn't talk to him now the truth was out, or do something worse. But that was stupid. Okay he could get the guy keeping it a secret, I mean they worked with military personnel on a daily basis and 'don't ask, don't tell' was still technically in effect. But he was his partner, did G really think he would care about the gender of whoever he was with? Obviously he did. So with a sigh Sam continued, hoping to show G he really didn't care. "Why should I say anything? As long as you're happy, I'm fine with that."
Callen heard the words and he had to blink to make sure he wasn't dreaming. I mean this was Sam, former navy SEAL and family man, saying he didn't care if he wasn't exactly straight. It wasn't what he had ever expected to hear, but it did make him feel as if a slight weight had been lifted from his chest and he couldn't help the relieved smile that appeared on his face as he spoke. "I am happy."
"Good. So are you gonna tell me 'none of your business's name now?" Sam asked cheekily turning the conversation back to the guy, or at least he presumed it was a guy, who had brought this discussion about.
"Nope." Callen replied with a smirk as he went back to finishing his breakfast. Sam may well know he was seeing a guy, but there was no way he would be telling which guy it was. And if he told him he was called Marty, it wouldn't take Sam long to figure it out. So no, he wasn't going to say anything.
"What? Why not?" Sam asked in frustration. He had thought now that G knew he knew, then he would at least tell him that much. I mean it wasn't like he was going to do a security check on the guy, well he probably wouldn't, not a serious one anyway. He would just make sure the guy didn't have a criminal record, a proper job, you know, normal things like that.
"Because it's none of your business." Callen replied with a cheeky smile as he put down the money for their food and they both made their way out to Sam's car with the remainder of their drinks.
"You know, I could get Eric to track your phones GPS and see where your spending your nights." Sam responded as they walked. It was an idle threat, and they both knew it. Sam wouldn't get Eric involved, he knew G didn't want anyone at the office to know.
"I don't think Hetty would approve of that use of government resources." Callen replied with a mock serious expression making Sam shrug as he got into his car.
"What Hetty doesn't know…" he said hoping to make G think he really would do it.
"Hetty knows everything." Callen responded simply making Sam realise that his partner would never fall for that one.
"Okay fine. Just tell me something, one thing about him and I'll stop asking." Sam finally gave in. He knew it was probably the best he was going to get, and well, if he got G talking about him, maybe he would slip up and tell him more.
"Just one thing and that's it?" Callen asked in disbelief. There was no way Sam would stop after one thing, but it might just give him some peace for a while at least.
"Yep, just one." Sam agreed nodding as he drove towards the office.
At that Callen turned to look out the window as he tried to think of something he could tell Sam which was insignificant and wouldn't lead him to finding out about him and Marty. Something small, but was also something that Sam didn't know about their LAPD liaison. It was then that it hit him, it was something he doubted Sam knew, but it was also meaningful, in Callen's mind at any rate. So turning back to Sam with a smirk he gave him his one thing.
"He likes comics." He said smiling secretively at how that sentence brought Marty's nickname for him into his mind. He was even starting to find himself liking being called Superspy by the other man.
"Wait, that's it? He likes comics?" Sam asked outraged that this was the piece of information G was sharing about the guy he was dating. I mean seriously? That was it? He had nothing that could help him identify the man in question with that.
"You did say one thing." Callen replied with a shrug. He knew what his friend had wanted, but there was no way he could ever let him know they were talking about Marty Deeks.
"So is he a geeky computer boy like Eric? Wait, it's not Eric is it?" Sam asked having a sudden worrying thought. No, there was no way G would date their tech operator, that and he was pretty sure Eric was straight. But… if it was someone from work, it would explain G secretiveness.
Callen couldn't help but laugh at the suggestion. Him and Eric? I mean seriously? That had to be one of the funniest things he had ever heard. But finally he managed to get out "no it's not Eric, and he is nothing like Eric."
"Okay. But I am gonna meet him sometime, right?" Sam conceded, deciding to give G his secrets, for now.
"I'm sure you will." Callen agreed, adding on in his head you already have. In fact you sit next to him every day in the office. But no, those were things Sam really didn't need to know about the guy he was spending his evenings with.