Story snippet - NCIS/NCIS:LA
The bunny for this has been running through my head for well over a week. Should I continue?
NCIS/NCIS:LA
~!~
“I’m sending you something.”
“And it’s not even my birthday,” Callen drawls in return. He’ use to these kinds of conversation from Gibbs. No ‘hello’ or ‘how are you’s from the man, just straight to the point.
“You don’t have a birthday.”
Usually.
“Which is why I’m surprised you got me something.” Playing dumb has always served him sell in the past. Callen can obfuscate with the best of them - Gibbs taught him that.
“It’s not that king of something,” Gibbs explains, as if Callen had really thought differently. “She’ll be arriving in two days.”
“Are you sending me a hooker, Gibbs?” he asks, only partially joking. The silence on the other end of the line causes Callen to pause, because he’s not sure if it’s annoyed silence or smirking silence. “So, not a hooker,” he amends. “A dead body? Because you should really take care of those on your own. And quickly.”
Now the silence takes a definite tone of annoyance, which Callen is more use to dealing with.
“It’s not a body or a hooker, Callen,” Gibbs tells him, the eye roll coming though loud and clear from across the country. “Though I’ll tell her you said that.”
This time, Callen doesn’t need to wonder - Gibbs is definitely smirking, with an undertone of gleeful amusement which never bodes well for anyone.
“So who are you sending here and why?” After the debacle with Abby, Callen didn’t think Gibbs would willingly allow any of his flock near LA.
“A friend needs a fresh start, and is moving to LA. She needs a place to stay and I know you have the room.”
“Woah! Wait a minute! You didn’t say anything about a house guest.”
“St Petersburg,” is all Gibbs says, but it’s enough. Callen has to resist the urge to start cursing.
“Really? St Petersburg? You’re pulling out St Petersburg for a house guest?”
Callen’s always known he was going to regret owing Gibbs, but this is above and beyond anything he could have anticipated.
“I don’t have any furniture,” Callen tries to argue, never so happy to have an empty house, but deep down he knows he’s lost. He owes Gibbs and won’t renege.
“I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you.” Gibbs sound amused, and is still definitely smirking.
“Oh? And what should I be worrying about?” he asks, knowing he won’t like it. The roiling ball of dread is already churning his gut; he only ever gets that just before everything goes FUBAR, so he knows there’s a metric ton of intel Gibbs is keeping to himself.
“Thursday. LAX. 10:45am,” is all he gets in return. Callen tells himself that it’s physically impossible to reach through the phone and strangle Gibbs, but that doesn’t quell the urge to do just that.
“Do I at least get a name?” Callen asks, resigned. Gibbs wants him at a disadvantage, and there’s not a lot he can do about that without a name for a full background check.
“Ella,” supplies Gibbs, adding, “Don’t be late,” before hanging up.
Callen knows he’ll get nothing out of Gibbs if he calls back, so he resigns himself to a house guest for an unspecified amount of time.
But a smug Gibbs and an impending sense of doom tell Callen that something big is about to happen. He just doesn’t know what.
~!~
Well? Should I continue?
NCIS/NCIS:LA
~!~
“I’m sending you something.”
“And it’s not even my birthday,” Callen drawls in return. He’ use to these kinds of conversation from Gibbs. No ‘hello’ or ‘how are you’s from the man, just straight to the point.
“You don’t have a birthday.”
Usually.
“Which is why I’m surprised you got me something.” Playing dumb has always served him sell in the past. Callen can obfuscate with the best of them - Gibbs taught him that.
“It’s not that king of something,” Gibbs explains, as if Callen had really thought differently. “She’ll be arriving in two days.”
“Are you sending me a hooker, Gibbs?” he asks, only partially joking. The silence on the other end of the line causes Callen to pause, because he’s not sure if it’s annoyed silence or smirking silence. “So, not a hooker,” he amends. “A dead body? Because you should really take care of those on your own. And quickly.”
Now the silence takes a definite tone of annoyance, which Callen is more use to dealing with.
“It’s not a body or a hooker, Callen,” Gibbs tells him, the eye roll coming though loud and clear from across the country. “Though I’ll tell her you said that.”
This time, Callen doesn’t need to wonder - Gibbs is definitely smirking, with an undertone of gleeful amusement which never bodes well for anyone.
“So who are you sending here and why?” After the debacle with Abby, Callen didn’t think Gibbs would willingly allow any of his flock near LA.
“A friend needs a fresh start, and is moving to LA. She needs a place to stay and I know you have the room.”
“Woah! Wait a minute! You didn’t say anything about a house guest.”
“St Petersburg,” is all Gibbs says, but it’s enough. Callen has to resist the urge to start cursing.
“Really? St Petersburg? You’re pulling out St Petersburg for a house guest?”
Callen’s always known he was going to regret owing Gibbs, but this is above and beyond anything he could have anticipated.
“I don’t have any furniture,” Callen tries to argue, never so happy to have an empty house, but deep down he knows he’s lost. He owes Gibbs and won’t renege.
“I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you.” Gibbs sound amused, and is still definitely smirking.
“Oh? And what should I be worrying about?” he asks, knowing he won’t like it. The roiling ball of dread is already churning his gut; he only ever gets that just before everything goes FUBAR, so he knows there’s a metric ton of intel Gibbs is keeping to himself.
“Thursday. LAX. 10:45am,” is all he gets in return. Callen tells himself that it’s physically impossible to reach through the phone and strangle Gibbs, but that doesn’t quell the urge to do just that.
“Do I at least get a name?” Callen asks, resigned. Gibbs wants him at a disadvantage, and there’s not a lot he can do about that without a name for a full background check.
“Ella,” supplies Gibbs, adding, “Don’t be late,” before hanging up.
Callen knows he’ll get nothing out of Gibbs if he calls back, so he resigns himself to a house guest for an unspecified amount of time.
But a smug Gibbs and an impending sense of doom tell Callen that something big is about to happen. He just doesn’t know what.
~!~
Well? Should I continue?