Yesterday
By: CALLEN37
Yesterday.
Yesterday had been so easy, Sam and Callen had been picked up by the coastguard, the sub surrounded and the guys holding them gave up. After a Helicopter flight back to the mainland, Sam had been reunited with his wife and daughter.
Deeks and Kensi had told them some things had happened at the office, but nothing for them to worry about and after welcoming them back had gone off together.
Callen had been as usual left on his own.
He stood on the dock watching Sam, Michelle and their daughter heading to Michelle’s car, Sam’s having been towed back to headquarters a few days ago. Five days missing in a sub had been almost too much for Sam to handle and Michelle had brought the convertible so Sam could feel the breeze and the air as he slowly acclimatized to not being in an enclosed space again.
Callen knew he would never tell the others about the panic attacks that Sam had had while they were trapped in the back of the tiny little submersible. They had talked about everything and anything to get Sam’s mind off his fears. Sam telling stories about his childhood and Callen in return telling…edited…stories about his.
He walked over to a bench overlooking the ocean and sat staring out at the waves the last five days playing out in his mind.
“So…There must have been some good ones?” Sam had asked as Callen lay back against the bulkhead trying to get comfortable as he listened to the men in the next compartment talking in Arabic.
“Good ones?” He replied confused.
“Homes G, you had thirty seven in that book, even I know the math, moving as often as you said, it isn’t feasible that you were in foster homes all the time…”
“Well they weren’t all that great.” Callen sighed.
“You must have had one…at least one…I mean you didn’t turn out an abusive alcoholic, something must have put you on the straight and narrow.” Sam had commented.
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