Making Peace
By: BH72
Nate Getz had thrown G. Callen off balance on his last visit to the Office of Special Projects. Usually he would ask the senior agent questions and observe, while Callen would squirm on the chair opposite him, working on an altered truth to how he really felt. But this time, he knew he had his partner to blame for his predicament. Sam must have told him about his new relationship with Joelle. It was the only explanation for Nate’s questions.
Callen had been avoiding Sam’s questions about his relationship with the kindergarten teacher of recent weeks. He felt uncomfortable talking about it with his partner, who he saw as a brother. He mentally head slapped himself for the mistake to shut this off from the giant teddy bear. But the truth was, he couldn’t put into words how he felt about taking the relationship further. It was new for him, he was himself, not some alias, where he could be pulled away and be free from the situation at any time.
His face had said it all, when Nate had concluded that he had too much pain from his past, that held him back from giving him all to someone else. How did he do it? Callen may be an expert at hiding his reactions to things, it was a necessary while undercover, or when interrogating a suspect. But Nate had seen that he had knocked the nail on its head. His haunted past, held G. Callen from letting go of the barriers around his heart. But he wasn’t prepared for what Nate said next.
“I have a project for you to complete, Callen.” His brown eyes met Callen’s cerulean eyes in a Mexican Standoff.
“You’ve what?” Callen licked his lips from the nerves that rippled through his veins.
“A project.” Nate warmly smiled over to him. “This will help you move on, Callen. I only ever want the best for you, just like Hetty and Sam.” He pulled a sheet of paper out from under the file he had placed on his desk. “I would like you to go through the list of all the foster families on this sheet of paper, and highlight the ones where you have happy memories.”
Nate sat back and observed the shuffles Callen made on the brown leather chair he had been sitting in. He waited patiently for the man before him to accept the project and leave. Every emotion that Nate had ever seen flashes of over the years, appeared briefly on the agent.
“Only the good ones?” Callen raised his brow, just confirming Nate’s instructions.
Nate smiled. “Yes, Callen. Only the good ones.”
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