Bullpen couch.
'I'll look after her for a while, you definitely could use a break.' Callen insisted.
Granger went off to OPS.
'He's been here all morning. I came here in the middle of the night, and I just couldn't stay awake. He found me asleep, felt my forehead and he;s been close by since.' Hetty softly replied.
'Well, are you feverous?' Callen asked.
'I'm in my regular clothes wrapped up in a big blanket, so yes, of course I'm a little warm! Also, I've been drifting in and out of consciousness for a while, and I've overheard some of the things he's been saying to me, and they're really sweet.'
'Really? That sounds shocking.'
'He's more of a sweetheart then he looks, Mr. Callen. Course, he was probably only acting that way because he thought I was sick.' Hetty said.
'How's it been being treated like you're sick?' Callen asked.
'Quite soothing actually. He brings me ice packs, he's been making sure I'm not disturbed, almost makes me want to do this more often just so he can treat me right.'
Callen gave her a weird look.
'I'm just kidding! (chuckle). Though, it is nice to be pampered every once in a while.'
'Isn't that what spas are for? I think Nell is planning a spa weekend, I'll ask if you can join her, if that's okay.'
'Sounds good!'