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Comforting Hold
YN's day had been nothing short of a rollercoaster ride. From early morning mishaps to mounting work stress, she felt overwhelmed and emotionally drained. As she stepped into her apartment, she couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh, longing for solace.
Little did she know that her best friend and confidant, Callen, had sensed her distress. He had always been there for her, offering unwavering support and a listening ear. Today was no different.
A knock on the door startled YN, but a smile tugged at her lips when she saw Callen standing there, a playful glimmer in his eyes. "Hey, partner. Mind if I come in?"
YN shook her head, gratitude filling her heart. "Of course, G. Come on in."
As Callen stepped inside, he immediately sensed the heaviness in the air. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around YN, enveloping her in a comforting embrace. She melted into his embrace, feeling the weight of the world slowly lift from her shoulders.
"Rough day?" Callen asked softly, his voice filled with empathy.
YN nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah, it feels like everything is falling apart."
A warm smile graced Callen's face as he pulled away, his eyes meeting hers with unwavering support. "Well, I'm here now. Let's turn this day around, shall we?"
Together, they ventured into the kitchen, Callen's culinary skills coming to the forefront. As he effortlessly prepared a simple yet delicious meal, the aroma filled the air, bringing a sense of comfort and tranquility.
As they sat down to eat, YN couldn't help but marvel at the magic Callen weaved with his cooking. Each bite was a delightful symphony of flavors, a respite from the chaos of the day. They laughed, shared stories, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
After dinner, they settled onto the couch, surrounded by a cozy blanket fort they had built together in their younger days. Callen scrolled through their collection of favorite movies, each one symbolizing a cherished memory.
As the movie played, YN nestled against Callen, her head resting on his shoulder. The familiar warmth of his presence enveloped her, offering a sense of security and peace. They laughed together at the funny parts, and during the intense moments, Callen's reassuring grip on her hand grounded her.
"You're my new pillow," Callen whispered, his voice filled with affection.
YN let out a soft chuckle, her heart swelling with gratitude. "I'm lucky to have you, G. You always know how to make everything feel better."
In that moment, their friendship transcended words. It was a bond forged through shared experiences, trust, and unconditional support. They had weathered countless storms together, and this night was another testament to the depth of their connection.
As the credits rolled on the movie, YN looked up at Callen, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and contentment. "Thank you for being here, G. For always being my safe haven."
Callen smiled, his gaze filled with unwavering loyalty. "Anytime, YNN. We're in this together, through thick and thin."
And as they sat there, wrapped in each other's embrace, they found solace in the simplicity of the moment. In their friendship, they had discovered a sanctuary—a place where troubles melted away, and laughter echoed through the walls.
As the movie reached its end, YN's exhaustion finally caught up with her. The weight of the day's troubles, combined with the comfort of Callen's presence, washed over her like a soothing lullaby. With a contented sigh, she drifted off into a peaceful sleep, her head still resting on Callen's shoulder.
Callen looked down at the sleeping form of his dearest friend, a tender smile gracing his lips. Gently, he maneuvered himself, careful not to disturb her slumber, and with utmost care, he cradled her in his arms.
Silently, he made his way towards her bedroom, the soft glow of the moonlight guiding his steps. It was a sacred moment, a gesture of protection and tenderness that spoke volumes about the depth of their connection.
As Callen laid YN down on her bed, he couldn't help but marvel at her serene beauty. The worries of the day seemed to melt away, replaced by a profound sense of peace. He tucked her in, ensuring she was comfortable, before slipping in beside her.
The warmth of their bodies intertwined, the gentle rise and fall of their breaths in perfect sync. Callen gently wrapped his arms around YN, his touch a comforting anchor in the night. It was a simple act, yet it spoke volumes—a testament to the unbreakable bond they shared.
Throughout the night, Callen held YN close, his presence a shield against the uncertainties of the world. He whispered words of reassurance in her ear, hoping that even in her dreams, she would feel safe and loved.
As the first rays of dawn began to filter through the window, YN stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She found herself nestled in the embrace of Callen, his steady heartbeat echoing in her ear. A gentle smile graced her lips as she realized the extent of his care and devotion.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Callen greeted, his voice filled with affection.
YN's cheeks flushed with a mix of emotions. "Morning, G. Did I fall asleep on you?"
Callen chuckled softly, his grip on her tightening ever so slightly. "Yes, you did. But it's okay. You needed the rest."
In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of their shared embrace, YN felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. She was blessed to have a friend like Callen, someone who understood her without words, and who was always there to provide comfort and solace.
As they untangled themselves from their cozy entanglement, YN couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. However, she knew that their bond transcended the physical, and their friendship would continue to grow stronger with each passing day.
With a renewed sense of strength and purpose, YN and Callen faced the day, ready to conquer whatever challenges lay ahead. Their friendship was a source of unwavering support, a constant reminder that they were never alone.
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Can I?
@me-writes-prompts
“Can I…may I hug you?” They ask softly, when you’re done ranting about an exhausting day you had. (🥺❤️🩹) - Marty Deeks x reader
You hobbled into the waiting room of the restaurant, dressed in a beautiful lilac knee length dress that just made it acceptable for the scale of the place that your boyfriend of three months had picked for the date. However, you were ranting, your heel had broken on the way up the stairs, your favourite pair and after an already exhausting day at work where nothing had seemed to go your way.
“Y/N?” you hear your boyfriend’s voice call and you turn towards him, a small smile crossing your features, seeing him in his suit made you swoon, he looked so handsome. You and Marty had been dating for three months, your feelings for him however had been apparent from first meeting when you had started working out at the same gym, you’d become fast friends and so the transition between friends to lovers had been both easy and hard for you to both deal with.
“Hi Marty” you breath out as you hobble towards him and he immediately places a hand on your shoulder
“Can I… May I hug you?” he asks, and you can’t help but smile wider at his nervousness, knowing that he was uncertain as to how you would react given your mood.
“Of course you can Marty” you say and he smiles as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“What happened my sweet girl?” he asks and you look up into his deep blue eyes
“A lot of stuff at work that I really wish to forget about right now, and my heel broke as I was making my way up the stairs” you whine, a pout on his lips
“Oh sweet girl. We still have five minutes until our reservation is ready, I can rush down to my car and grab the flats that you left in there after our last date?” he suggests and you raise an eyebrow
“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother?”
“Your not a bother my sweet girl. Besides what type of boyfriend would I be if I made you walk around in a broken heel for the rest of the evening. I’ll be back soon” he says, placing a kiss on your cheek before quickly rushing out the door and out to his car.
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Bullets and Broken Glass | G Callen | NCIS: Los Angeles
No.26: Curse
Callen knew from a young age that some people were meant to be alone, that some were forever cursed to solitude, that some people did not deserve to be loved. For a long time he thought that he was one of those people.
And then he met her.
Agent (Y/N) (L/N) crashed into his life with a series of bullets and broken glass. She was on an undercover operation, sent in from the NCIS basis in Washington D.C, nobody in the L.A office knew that she was here. Hetty had a field day talking to Vance about her presence and her abrupt gatecrashing of their own operation.
It didn't take long for Callen to know he wanted her on his team; it also didn't take long to convince her Los Angeles wasn't so bad. Despite his reliance on his partnership with Sam, Callen always cherished the days where he ended up with her in the field instead. It took him months to realise that the ease and trust he felt with her was something more than a professional friendship.
He had never truly be in love before, so much so he didn't even clock onto the feeling until he found himself wrecked by another nightmare and he found himself driving to her apartment, craving her presence. He also did not realise that he confessed his love for her at her doorstep not even twenty minutes after.
Callen hadn't expected to have the pieces of his life fall into place shortly after. Everything started to make sense; he did not believe in fate, but even he would acknowledge that something greater was at play to send something so divine to him.
He should've known that it wouldn't have lasted forever.
He lost her the same way he had found her, with bullets and broken glass. Nobody had expected the operation to go wrong, the building was meant to have been abandoned weeks ago; they were just scoping out the place to see if anything valuable had been left behind.
They were right, the building was deserted, but the neighbouring rooftop was not. The glass window next the the staircase gave the sniper a clear and direct view to (Y/N). Nobody noticed the red dot hovering on the back of her head until she crumpled to the ground. She died before she hit the floor.
It took a few moments for Callen to notice that she hadn't dodged the attack. He had assumed she had dove for shelter when the gunshot fired. As soon as he clocked on to what had happened, he rushed to her side, pulling her body into his as if that would bring her back.
The crunching of the glass around him caused him to lift his head away from her. Sam, Kensi, and Deeks all stood there, looks of pity on their faces. Callen looked down at her again, not letting himself believe what had happened.
Eventually the M.E came and took her body away. Sam took Callen back to the office and they both sat in silence. It took a while, but he stood up again and moved to the locker room where he stripped out of his ruined clothes and into the showers where he washed her blood from his skin.
Callen stood under the water for a while. He couldn't help but blame himself. He could not love anything without it being destroyed. Maybe if he hadn't of loved her then she would have lived. Deep down he knew that her death had nothing to do with him, but as his thoughts circled on the diamond ring he had planned to give her this evening, Callen couldn't help but feel cursed.
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Saint Tony (Tony DiNozzo x reader) part 1; fluff
You’d been working at NCIS for a few months. Gibbs saw you working for the police department. You were a detective that wasn’t taken seriously. You made observations and figured out things that the other cops didn’t, but you were so young, you were a girl. Nonetheless, Gibbs asked you to come work for him. And that’s how you met Tony.
You: I’m going drinking tonight with the girls.
You respond to his text. You hadn’t been talking to Tony for a long time, had only been friends since you started at NCIS.
Tony: Oh fun! What bar?
He replies he wasn’t gonna show up. He just wants to make sure you’re safe
You: Stevie’s
You say, a dc famous western themed bar/club known for its really good drinks and music but terrible violence. You had been fine in your past experiences, so you didn’t think much of it.
Tony: Taking a gun?
You: Mmm I thought about it but not tonight
Tony: Have a DD?
You: No we’re taking an Uber.
Tony: Well call me when you get home, or if you need anything
You: Okay thanks dad 😂. You joke.
Tony: Wow I care about you and all I get is sarcasm? Not even a promise of a kiss
You: Aww poor Tony… baby needs some attention.
Tony: I mean, I wouldn’t mind having you to myself tonight
You: Ooo maybe maybe.
Being with Tony seemed like such an amazing idea. As much as you wanted to play around before giving in, you were wanting to dive head first into him.
Tony: Well go have fun with those girls! Call me. Be safe (y/n).
The disappointment settled in as he changed into some pj pants and his hoodie. He heated up some leftovers and turned on a movie.
Time skip~
Tony was asleep in bed. Meanwhile a night at the bar turned to be you starving, drunk, and desperately searching for your phone. When you finally found it, you called Tony.
“DiNozzo” he says sleepily into the receiver end.
“Hey Tony. Would you mind picking me up?” You ask. Your words slurring into each other.
“Yea, I’m on my way” Tony sat up and swung his legs out of bed. Grabbing his keys and wallet he left the house. 15 minutes later Tony’s Mustang was running idle in front of the bar. You walked to the entrance where Tony was standing. You laid in his arms as he leaned against the door of his car, laughing.
“Tony Tony Tony” you say.
“(Y/n)” he laughed. “Let’s get you in the car”
“Okay okay” you were giggling. Body shaking against Tony’s as you did. Tony was smiling. You looked so beautiful. A black satin dress, your hair was messy now, a little mascara under your eyes, but that lipstick was unmoved. He helped you into the car, running to the other side to get in.
You had your head on his shoulder. He could feel your light breathing on his neck. While waiting at a red light he tried to look down at you, he found your eyes looking at him. You moved your body, a drunk hand lazily moving around his neck. He moved his face to looking at you completely as you laid your lips on his.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” You whispered between kisses.
“Yes” he responds as he began driving to his apartment. Your hands all over his body. “(Y/n)” he moaned. He slowly started losing his composure. Dick hardening as he speedily drove to his apartment.
Tony was willing to admit that he wanted to have sex with you. But not drunk. He wanted you when you were sober. In his mind, if you love him sober, you’ll love him drunk. Not the other way around.
“Tony” you whispered in his ear.
“(Y/n)” he responded. Your hands still traveling around his body when he pulled up into the driveway. He parked the car and turned it off.
Once the two of you were inside, Tony took you to his bedroom. You drunkly got undressed. Tony had his back turned while you were pulling down your pants. He tossed one of his shirts on the bed.
“I’ll be back” he said and left the room retuning a few minutes later to see you sitting on the edge of the bed. “Brought baby wipes for your makeup” he shrugged crouching down to help you wipe it off.
You were smiling. You played with his hoodie strings while he cleaned off your face. Slowing down around your lips. You leaned down and kissed him. He kissed you back. Tony moved between your legs and you scooted back on the bed. The blankets already in disarray seeing as he was sleeping earlier.
“Tony…” you whisper palming him through his pajama pants. He shook his head, kissing you deeply.
He held your hips. Close to his.
“Fuck” he groaned as you moved against him.
He pressed his lips to yours one more time. You passionately kissed him back. He covered you with the blanket, as he noticed you were getting sleepier and sleepier.
“Goodnight gorgeous” he kissed you before cuddling next to you. You hummed in response.
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Do you think Kensi and Deeks made up different stories for how they got together in the early days of their relationship?
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Realtor: So, Kensi and Martin, how did you two meet?
Kensi: Well, De—Marty walked into my gallery one day and I guess you could say it was love at first sight.
Deeks: And now I get annual passes to the museum. Who’s your favorite artist again, babe?
Kensi: You know what, enough about us. This place is beautiful!
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Waitress: Well, aren’t you two cute! You know, you make me think of me and my hubby. We met right here at this diner.
Deeks: Oh really? We met at the beach, actually. A surfing championship. *Deeks grins and points at Kensi* She was one of my groupies.
Kensi, from between her teeth: He’s joking. Babe, you can’t keep telling people that.
Waitress: Oh, it’s ok, honey. With a looker like this, I can understand.
Kensi, as she walks away: I can’t believe you said that!
Deeks: Hey, you said the next time could be my time to pick.
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An annoying woman at a wedding reception: So, Kensi and—is it Marty?
Deeks: Yes. But you can call me Deeks if you want.
Woman: Right. I’ve just been trying to figure out you two. You’re just so…different. I mean, Kensi’s tall and beautiful and Marty you’re…unique.
Kensi, fire in her eyes: What do you mean by unique?
Deeks: Kens—
Woman, waving her hand: Oh, just the hair is a little, I don’t know, long and most men either are clean shaven or commit to a beard. I guess it must be an LA thing.
Kensi: I guess that’s why he made the perfect model back in his 20s.
Woman: Excuse me?
Kensi: Oh, I thought you knew. Deeks inspired an entire look the summer of 2005. I saw him a few years later at a show, took one look at that beautiful face, and got a pass backstage. The rest is history.
Deeks: Well, that’s enough about me. I could use another drink, how about you?
Kensi: Sure!
Deeks, as they leave behind the stunned woman: You know, you didn’t have to do that.
Kensi: I know, but it was fun. Besides, I think you could totally rock a runway with the right theme. And I’ll bet you my knew knife she’ll be asking for your number by the end of the night.
Deeks: Aw, that’s sweet. And slightly weird. Only one problem though.
Kensi: What?
Deeks: Now Eric’s going to have to design a photo shoot for me.
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I am 0% surprised that Barrett and Renée wanted a musical episode and 100000% heartbroken that they didn’t get it.
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And now I’m just supposed to like…go to bed? Like I didn’t just watch the end of an era? But how…
#if im this emotional about LA i can’t imagine how im going to handle it when the mothership ends#a salute to ncis la
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Who I think would sacrifice themselves if these duos went to Vormir
Donald "Ducky" Mallard & James "Jimmy" Palmer
Abby Sciuto & Leroy Jethro Gibbs
Ziva David & Anthony "Tony" DiNozzo, Jr.
Anthony "Tony" DiNozzo, Jr. & Timothy Mcgee
Leroy Jethro Gibbs & Anthony "Tony" DiNozzo, Jr.
Ziva David & Leroy Jethro Gibbs
Nicholas "Nick" Torres & Eleanor "Ellie" Bishop
Tobias C. Fornell & Leroy Jethro Gibbs
James "Jimmy" Palmer & Kasie Hines
Jacqueline "Jack" Sloane & Leroy Jethro Gibbs
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You know what?
Since nobody write anymore for NCIS LA i'm gonna write some G Callen imagine my self.
They'll suck, but it doesn't matter.
I will write it anyway.
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They’re the best and I love them (NCIS)
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Holiday Excuses
The familiar scent of fresh coffee grounds and gentle hum of people conversations amongst themselves enveloped the air of the cozy local coffee shop that I found myself in waiting for my older brother to show face. I had asked him to meet me for a late breakfast here as a way to spend time with him and have our weekly fill in on our lives. That and he’s been beating around the bush in giving me a straight answer on if he was coming with me or not to visit mom’s side of the family in San Jose. I wasn’t leaving or letting him leave, for that matter, this coffee shop until I got one.
I was scrolling through Facebook when he approached the table I sat at, with a mischievous grin plastered on his face. “Excuse me is this seat taken?” he asked in a playful voice.
Acting like I was paying him no attention, I shrugged and continued to mindlessly scroll. “Was saving it for my brother but at this point I don’t think he’ll show.”
He chuckled slightly before walking over and giving me a hug. “Hey, YNN.” My curly haired, older brother greeted me before sitting down in the seat across from me. “Looking like you finally got a good night’s sleep for once.”
I shook my head and giggled. “Oh, you have no idea. This research paper is going to be the death of me. If not from the late nights, then the lack of materials on the subject assigned will stress me enough, I’ll fall into a coma.”
“And it’s due when?” He questioned as he placed his gym bag down onto the hardwood floor.
I sighed and rubbed my head in frustration from just thinking about the damn thing. “Friday. Just in time for the holidays. I swear May can’t get here fast enough.”
Marty shook his head in amusement. “Still want me to talk you out of the next degree out mother tries to talk you into?”
I groaned. “Please do because you know it’s bound to happen. Every graduation I ever had she seems to rope me into going back to school for another four years.”
“Will do.” He said with a smile on his face.
I was quick to change the topic of discussion. “Enough about my college habits. What’s been going on with you? You seem to have a few more scars since I seen you last month.”
The shaggy, blonde haired man in front of me shrugged. “Oh, you know, same old shit different day. Catch the bad guys, save the day. Be the big hero that somehow disappoints mom. I don’t know how that works out but hey what am I to do about that?”
I nodded at his rhetorical question. “Very true. That woman is never happy.” I stated before taking a sip of my coffee. “Speaking of our mother, you still haven’t given me an answer on whether or not you’re going to join us in visiting grandma this year.”
There was a hesitation as Marty went to answer, as if he wasn’t sure what his answser was going to be. “YNN, works been hectic and there’s this major operation that I can’t just bail on. I don’t have an answer but there’s a good chance that’s probably not going to happen.”
“Big operation, my ass, Mart.” I said as I rolled my eyes. “I know for a fact there isn’t no op, I’ve talked to Kensi. The girl is going to the cabin for Christmas. Unless PD has you in one, which I highly doubt considering you don’t really report to them anymore, if at all, there isn’t an op you’re working and you’re just making up excuses not to.”
“Who’s making excuses? I’m not... no excuses here. What excuses?” My brother rambled on but stopped when he noticed the unamused look that had now plastered itself on my face. “Are Aunt Connie and Uncle Newt gonna be there?”
“That’s who you’re trying to dodge?” I questioned him and when he nodded, I let out a small but understood sigh. “Not that I’m aware of. Last I heard, they are going to visit Sammy in Greece. Mom said something about she had a new boyfriend that she wanted them to meet, or something like that. I wasn’t listening to the entire story; Ma was rambling, and I didn’t have the patience nor the attention span to care to hear the whole thing.” Marty raised his brow and nodded. “Marty, it’s probably going to be the last Christmas that Grandma will be around and though I know and completely understand why you would want to avoid Aunt Connie and Uncle Newt at all costs, not that it seems to be a problem now, but she wants us both to be there.”
He sighed deeply in defeat. “Okay. Fine.” Marty finally said. “But I’m not traveling down there with Mom. I refuse to make that five-and-a-half-hour drive with her going on and on about all the things I could have done better since she last saw me. I don’t know how she knows these things and I don’t think I want to but I'm not dealing with it.”
“Oh, you really thought I was about to do just that?” I questioned, knowing exactly what he was talking about. I have had to endure it enough times my-damn-self. “Ha. You’ve got jokes, brother." The two of us laughed slightly then diverted the conversation as we sipped our coffee. For the rest of our time at the small coffee shop, we just enjoyed one another’s company.
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The Man of the Hour
Constantly sending the other cute baby vids and photos. - Nate Getz x reader
You took a deep breath, stealing yourself for your first day back at work since the birth of your little girl Iyla Rose Getz. You had been lucky and grateful that Hetty had given you two weeks paternity leave to help your wife and newborn whilst you settled into a routine. Walking into the lobby you smile as you see your teammates. Kensi looks up at you and beams jumping up from her seat and racing around her desk to throw her arms around you
“There he is, the man of the hour. The proud new papa. How is she? How is little Iyla?” she asks as the other members of your team welcome you back into the squad room.
“She’s the sweetest thing. We are so blessed. I don’t even mind the sleepless nights cause she’s just do darn cute” you gush about your daughter and the others smile. A ding from your phone alerts you to a message and you see a video message from your wife waiting for you to view it. Its a video of your wife and little baby snuggled up in her arms, camera on selfie mode as she says
“We miss you daddy, be safe. We love you” before the camera zooms in on your daughters chubby little cheeks. You beam as the video freezes on the screen and you turn it around to show the others who all coo at the little girl. And you can’t help but beam with pride.
‘I love you too sweetheart, and our little Iyla. See you soon’ you text back before going through your photos of the last week since you had last seen your co-workers.
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Blame Game | G. Callen | NCIS: Los Angeles
No.22: Punishment
Callen knew it was his fault, there was no denying it. He was in Agent in Charge, he should have been the one to take the fall. Even outside of his professional responsibility, he was her husband and he had a duty to protect her, and he failed.
If it had been anyone else, he would not have felt such a burdern, but it wasn't just anyone. It was her. She had been taken from him and he didn't know when he would get her back.
Hetty had reassured him that undercover ops, like the one she had been assigned too, tend to have back up plans in place to counteract any failings on the teams part. He knew this. He also knew that if an undercover agent gets taken hostage during a mission, they most likely will not return home.
Callen couldn't help but think that her situation was his fault. He had always believed that everything he loves would be taken away from him. And now, watching her being taken away from his grasp, it only cemented his beliefs.
Maybe it was a punishment from some higher power. He had committed many atrocities in the name of the law, maybe this was the universe getting the balance is so often required. Or maybe it was just a cruel trick, someone wanted Callen to suffer, and so he did.
If there was anything that he could do to help them, he would in a heartbeat. But as he sat alone at his desk, the rest of team long since gone home for the night, he knew that her being taken away was not the punishment. His punishment was that he was powerless to help her.
Before, when she had been in danger, Callen had always been there. He had always had the power to save her before, he took control of the situation and he ensured that they would both survive. He had no control now; he had to have patience.
He knew that he would find his love eventually, he would not rest until he did. He just hoped that he would find them alive.
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#g callen x reader#g callen#callen x reader#g callen imagine#ncis#ncis imagine#ncis la#ncis los angeles
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I’m just imagining Deeks in a couple years at some social function. He runs into an old acquaintance and says, let me introduce you to my family, pointing across the room to Kensi, Rosa, and a little one year old with his hair and Kensi’s eyes. It’s one of his favorite things.
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I just, feel really overwhelmed and numb right now now that it's all processing. Like, the last time any Series Regular on any of the NCIS's actually died before retiring was.... Well, you know when and on what show it was. 😭
All the tributes are so touching 💗
And it's also making me want to know if Linda is actually 100% okay because I can't stomach the thought of suddenly losing her at a time like this. 💔😭
#personal#ncis#ncis la#hetty lange#lh#sorry to scare anyone#but I miss her#and imagining the franchise without the all knowing ninja#is unbearable
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NCIS REQUESTS ARE OPEN.
#ncis#ncis x reader#ncis imagine#ncis reader insert#ncis requests#literally whoever#just no one from LA. i hath not watched it#regular or nola#PLEASE I BEG REQUEST SOMETHING#romantic only tho plz
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