Bad Things Happen Bingo, NCIS LA edition

Bruises

It had been a rough day for Callen. Their latest suspect had been a professional boxer, and in trying to take him down, he bruised up Callen's face pretty good, and might have cracked a rib.

Hetty's house

'I had a feeling you'd be stopping by. I have the disinfectant and bandages ready.' Hetty said.

She loveningly patched up the side of his face that was bruised.

'At least only 1 part of my face was spared the beat down.' Callen said.

'You're lucky you don't have a concussion. Shirt up.'

She checked his ribs, saw that they weren't broken.

'Well, I'm not sure if this one is cracked, so I suggest taking it easy for a few days.' Hetty said.

'Thanks, doc.' Callen responded, sarcastically.

'I have something for you.'

Hetty went into the kitchen, and came out with a plate of bread.

'Mmm. Freshly baked bread. Were you expecting me to get into a big fight today?'

'No. My cook baked this today before leaving on vacation. I figured you might like it.' Hetty responded.

'Well how can I say no to that nice gesture?'

Callen took a bite of the bread, and smiled.

'Mmm! This is really good!' He said.

'I know! I took a bite out of this stuff earlier, and it was amazing! Maybe I should consider learning how to bake bread.'

'Henrietta Lange, legendary bread maker to the stars. I'd be your biggest customer!'

'Oh you silly boy.' Hetty thought, and laughed at Callen's silly remark.