#agent callen

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Callen: Kensi's in love with Deeks.

Sam: *starts laughing*

Callen: I'm not joking.

Sam: Oh I hope not, it's funnier if it's true.

[glenncoco4]

Is anyone else finding it weird that they referred to her as Agent Namazi in the sneak peek post on social media instead of Fatima?

[silentwaters4]

For @helloanimelover...reader is a hacker for NCIS as requested. Enjoy!

Your face paled as you heard fighting behind the concrete doors. The low level guard didn’t seem phased in the slightest, worrying you. Even though you hoped someone was trying to rescue you, you sincerely doubted that was the cause of the commotion. After all, you were an expert level hacker and you changed everything about your past...everything.

You weren’t american. You didn’t graduate from MIT. Your parents didn’t die when you were young. In fact, you had changed their names on the faux death certificates just in case. The only thing you truly were was a hacker and agent for Los Angeles’s NCIS. However, that didn’t seem to deter your past from attempting to haunt you.

You cringed when you heard a particularly loud groan. The sound of a female voice caused your heart rate to increase.

“No,” you muttered, “Kensi.”

You had been right. Your fellow agents, Kensi Blye, Marty Deeks, Sam Hanna, and G Callen, had figured out where you had been taken. Part of you was relieved. The other part of you, however, wished they hadn’t so brazenly ran to their deaths. Your face hardened. You don’t know them. If you do, it’ll only put them at more risk. 

Yelping while your chair skid back, you caught the sound of more bullets flying through the air. You ducked your head into your shoulder. Fear, you thought. That would be your explanation. Heart shattering, you were forced to listen to the cacophony of bullets just outside your warehouse cell.

Tightening your eyes shut, a few tears slipped through. You heard the door lock being messed with. You could only imagine the brutish ringleader dragging whatever corpses they could to you for identification. Though the tears would be for all four, you found yourself particularly crying for Callen.

A hand on your shoulder caused you to jump, shooting your fearful gaze up. Your mouth started to gape as you were greeted by none other than G Callen. He held your face in his hand as he worriedly looked over you.

“Oh my god, Y/N,” he whispered, “What did they do to you?” Ignoring his own disbelief, you stuttered out, “C-Callen? You’re okay!” “Deeks has a medic on their way right now,” he rushed out, “Kensi is clearing the rest of the place. Sam’s working on your ties.”

The moment he mentioned him, you realized Sam had moved behind you. You felt a cool blade gently working around your bindings. You returned your tearful gaze to Callen. A moment later, your arms and hands were free. They latched onto the man in front of you, allowing your face to bury into his shoulders.

“You’re okay,” you repeated with a fresh cry, “I-I-I’m so sorry. I should’ve-should’ve told you,” you continued to hiccup. Callen rubbed your back. “It’s alright. We’re right here. I’m not letting go.”

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[incorrect-ncisla-quotes]

"Life is a party and I'm the piñata."

- Callen, after a long day

[incorrect-ncisla-quotes]

Granger: does Agent Callen carry a weapon?

Hetty: he is the weapon.

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For anon...enjoy!

“I can’t believe you had the key the whole time!” Y/N yelled as she rubbed her wrists.

Callen smirked to himself. Usually, she was extremely shy around him. He knew he shouldn’t be smiling because she was truly angry. Y/N noticed his smirk. She narrowed her gaze.

“You think this is funny?” she asked warningly. Callen gulped but remained quiet. “Well, I’m glad one of us found this amusing.” She shook her head. “I can’t believe you. I figured Deeks might pull a stunt like this. Hell, I could even see Sam do it, if necessary. But you? Uh, uh.” Callen sighed. “Y/N, I wanted to spend more time with you.” “How about working a case together, or going to a bar, or ya know, something other than handcuffing us together?” “Would you have really agreed?” he challenged. “Honestly, if I had asked you to work a case with me, would you? Or would you run off and pretend Hetty’s calling you?”

Y/N blushed, keeping her gaze low. He didn’t know what he was saying. She licked her teeth in annoyance and irritation. He had no idea what he made her feel, how nervous, how excited, how terribly shy. Callen stepped in front of her, pulling her by her chin to meet her eyes. He cocked a brow.

“I handcuffed together for the day because you always run...literally,” he paused, “I want to get to know you, Y/N. Would you let me do that?”

She wanted to be mad at him: part of her still was furious. But the more she looked into his pleading eyes, the more she felt herself melt. Finally, she sighed.

“Okay,” she murmured, “But tell me, who actually thought of the handcuffs. Was that you?” He smirked and shook his head. “Kensi.” Her mouth dropped in shock. “Kensi Blye?” “The team was actually betting on how long it’d take for it to happen.”

Y/N scrunched her face in faux anger. Callen chuckled before turning to grab his stuff. He playfully didn’t move his gaze from hers. She felt herself heat up. When he walked back over, he held out his arm. Y/N bashfully took it. Maybe she could still get him back for the handcuff stunt. Just maybe.

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[theodoredimas]

I need some good Callen fic recommendations. I'm in love with this character. He is my soulmate.