"It's my turn?" he questioned
"Yeah" she said as she turned the nob on the front door and walked inside.
"Kens, you know I don't know anything about my family right?" He asked. "And I mean you know as much about me as I do."
"Okay, okay. Well what about growing up?"
"What about it?" he asked in a distracted tone, obviously uncomfortable with the question.
"Look I get that it can't have been easy growing up in the foster system, moving all the time, the abuse,th.."
Before Kensi could continue Callen cut her off.
"Kensi, you...I...You know what, that's not something I'm going to talk about." He said as he walked towards the kitchen
Kensi followed him and stood at the entrance of the kitchen as Callen was looking mindlessly in the fridge. "All I was going to say is I get it, I was homeless, living on the streets. I get it bad things can happen."
Callen closed the fridge and walked over to Kensi . "I'm saying that I don't want to talk about the foster homes. Look I really I don't want this to turn into a fight Kens. I'm here with you in this beautiful place and I really don't want to fight with you so please, can we not talk about it."
Kensi exhaled. "Alright, but just so you know I'm here if or when you do want to talk about it.
Callen simply nodded in response. "Listen, why don't sit down and relax I'll fix dinner."
Trying to lighten the mood Kensi asked "Wait a second, you can cook? Are you saying that the person who always brings takeaway to work for breakfast and has takeaway for basically every meal he eats. The man that doesn't own a pot or pan. Are you telling me he can cook! Should I be worried, we are a bit far from the nearest hospital" she smirked
Callen chucked. "Hey you know what Kens I'll have you know I am actually a really great barbecuer." He said as he got the steaks out the fridge and the cutlery out of the drawer and started to walk outside where the barbecue was.
"I don't think that's a word Callen" She said as she smiled. She was determined to find out more about Callen, even if he didn't want to give it up. She went to the fridge grabbed a couple of beers and joined Callen out on the balcony.
"For you." She said as she handed him a beer.
"Thank you" he said as he smiled and took a mouthful of beer.
"So who knew, G Callen, master of the barbecue." Said Kensi
"Yep master barbecue." He smiled
"Yeah, that's still not at word. Where exactly did you become master of the barbecue since you're not exactly one for cooking." Callen shot her a look. "Sorry, barbecuing at home."
Callen inhaled. "Sam. He taught me."
"Really?" She queried. "I thought you guys would have been hanging out at the Lakers Game or something."
Callen laughed. "We do, but Sam's got a big heart you know, he's a family guy and he and Michelle are always inviting me over, they're my family you know.
"Kensi smiled. "Yeah I know."
"And as you know, Sam, he's always one to be passing on knowledge and teaching, so I let him teach me how to barbecue."
Kensi smiled. "So basically if the food sucks I can blame Sam."
Callen chuckled. "Yeah although I don't think the big man will see if that way. I think he'll blame my skills"
