Ladies and gentlemen. Fans of all ages. It is our pleasure to reveal the winners for the Callen’s Corner Challenge 2!

So many great fan fictions were submitted. They represented many collective hours of work and creative focus. The best part of these stories was the overt diversity. We were exposed to everything from a harsh Russian winter, to Callen’s hard childhood, from a pet store, to a heartfelt discussion with Deeks. Simply amazing– every single word! As always, the judging process is tedious and seems oh, so impossible with so many great entries. This time, we had to pick our favorites and draw for a winner, because the skills represented were so bountiful. Great job to our authors!

Also, this time around, we decided to have a prize for one of the awesome reviewers of these fics. And talk about reviewers! Lots of you took time out of your busy schedules to read and review these fan fics. We saw some great affirmation being brought for the hard-working authors. And to that, we say, Bravo!!! You reviewers rocked it!

Now, for the fun part:

The winner of the reviews, was a reviewer from Portugal. Congratulations to KensiCallenRock!!!

The winner of the authors, was BH72. Congratulations!!!

Read part of the winning entry below:

 

Something To Call His Own

By BH72

Disclaimer: I only own the original characters. Shane Brennan and CBS has the pleasure of owning all NCIS Los Angeles Characters

Chapter 1

G Callen laid back down on the hospital bed, he hoped for the last time. He had been away on assignment in Russia, again. They were to infiltrate a well known terrorist group near a town named Kolpino, just outside of St Petersburg. The operation had gone south, with the undercover agents’ true identities being made. Callen and his partner Peter Winters, were about to face a firing squad for their deception. But gunfire could be heard just outside the compound they were in, and they knew help was on its way. They had been rescued by fellow CIA and NCIS agents, who were already there in the country. Callen had been shot in the shoulder, but it could have been so much more serious. He had a grey-haired man, named Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, to thank for his life. He had put his own life on the line to save him, and Callen was thankful to the older man. He and his partner had been rescued and managed to flee Russia, with hospital treatment sought to treat his wound.

Which is how he found himself in a Washington DC hospital, waiting for his partner to take him home. ‘Humph!’ The only problem was, G Callen was a loner, and didn’t have any possessions, let alone a place to call home. All through his childhood, ever since he could remember, he moved between thirty-seven Foster Homes. Some were nice or ok, others were bad. But no matter what those homes were like, he never belonged anywhere, nor owned anything, other than an old bed roll, with his name on it. Well what of his name he knew anyway.

A grin spread across the CIA agent as he saw his partner arrive into his room. “About time, Pete. What took you so long?” Callen watched his partner pull something out of his bag.

“Sorry, G, but I took a detour.” Peter Winters pulled out of his bag, a brown Chesapeake Bay Retriever. He was tiny and had barely left his Mother. “I couldn’t resist him.” Peter admitted, with a sly grin. “He’s something, isn’t he?”

“He’s adorable.” Callen took the tiny pup off his partner and placed him on his chest. The pup settled his head on Callen’s chest and looked up at him with his large brown eyes. Callen’s heart melted, in that moment. The hardened agent had become soft from the contact with the pup. “What’s his name?” He looked up at his partner, expecting a reply.

“I haven’t thought of one yet. I was hoping you could help me on that one. It was a sudden decision to buy him, when I saw him in the pet shop window.” Peter smiled at his partner, who usually never showed any emotion around him. But what he saw had made him smile. He could tell G Callen was taken with the pup and vice versa. “I think he likes you, G!” Ever since he had picked the pup up from the shop, an hour earlier, it had continued to fret and wriggle about. Seeing him so settled on Callen, had surprised him. “I never knew you had it in you, G, to be so good with animals.”

“You think?” Callen had never had much experience with animals. There was a few houses he had spent some time in, where the family owned a dog or cat, but he hadn’t stayed there long enough to bond with the pet.

“I’ve haven’t seen this pup stop fretting or wriggling until you took him off me.” He stated, amused. He shook his head. “Well, looks like you’re going have to help me train him, seeing he likes you more than me.”

“Me, ah…I have no experience with this sort of thing, Pete.” Callen replied, shaking his head, unsure if Pete’s idea was a good one.

“Well you’ll be staying with me until you find yourself a new place to call home anyway G, so the two of you will have plenty of time to bond.” When Peter Winters and G Callen had become partners two years ago, he had also become a surrogate big brother. He knew a little about Callen’s life prior to working in the CIA, and from what he had been told by the younger man, he realised his partner needed a family.

“Are you sure? What about that girlfriend of yours, Stacey?” Callen inquired, unsure if he was more trouble than anything else for his partner.

“You mean Tracey?” Peter laughed. “She’s not my girlfriend, that’s for sure. We’ve just worked together on some ops before, that’s all. Sometimes we hang out.” He reiterated to him.

“Ok. Thanks!” G Callen was not used to people looking out for him, he was still taking time adjusting to the generosity of his partner.

“It’ll be another month before you’ll be let back to work, so make the most of the time to relax, and do what normal people do.” Peter quickly grabbed the pup off his partner’s chest and gently placed him inside the bag again. “Just for safe measures, as we leave this fine establishment.” Peter joked about the hospital.

Callen smirked as he heard the pup scuffle inside the bag. They were going to have to make a quick exit, if they were not going to be caught out having the pup inside the hospital. Nurses gave them puzzled looks as they exited the building, as they heard the noise coming from Pete’s bag.

Once they were clear of the building, Pete pulled the pup out of the bag and handed him over to Callen. “Call it earning your board.” Pete began, knowing Callen struggled with people being generous with him. “You can live with me in my spare bedroom, for the next month, if you train him. Or he trains you.” Pete laughed. “He’s got you wrapped around his little finger, G.” He watched Callen rub the soft fur on the pup’s ears. The pup snuggled in closer to Callen and closed his eyes.

“Deal.” Callen liked the idea of training the pup. “But he needs a name.” He added.

“I agree, G. But I can’t think of anything yet.” Pete had spent the whole hour before picking up his partner, trying to think of a name.

 

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