Whump Time 5

Cold

Callen: My gosh, she's so cold!

Sam: Get her some blankets and get her out of here! Beale, call 911!

Callen: Hang in there, Hetty!

Hospital.

'Mmm. What happened?' Hetty asked, groggy.

'You were locked in a freezing room for a bit. The marks on your wrists indicate you were trying to get free from your chains. When Callen and Sam found you, you looked very bad, and quite frozen.' Granger replied.

'Why do I still feel cold, and like I'm so sore?'

'Yeah, they have you on a bunch of stuff to help you rest, and before you ask me if I can take you home so you can rest in your own bed, you're under observation in case you get something very serious. And I'm taking it seriously for your own good.'

Hetty groaned.

'Yeah, I know.' Granger mumbled. 'Anything I can do to help?'

'You could strip and huddle in next to me. That would definitely warm me up!' Hetty replied.

Light chuckle. 'I would. But I'm not sure I would fit into that bed, and I'm quite sure the nurses would kick me out.'

'Spoil sports.'

'I can stay here throughout the night. I don't mind the couch. And, I just feel better knowing I'm close by in case you need help.' Granger said.

'I'd like that. And Owen...'

'Yeah?'

Smiling. 'I love you.' Hetty sweetly said.

Smiling back. 'I love you too.' Then he kissed her on the fore head.

'Mmm. Can you do that all over my face? Your mouth feels soooo warm!'

Smirk. 'Get some rest.'