Double Standards

Chapter 19

"Dylan, hey? Well, it's nice to meet you." Nell smiled. 

"Yeah, you too. I hope things get better for you at work." Dylan replied. 

Nell nodded, "yeah, me too. Thank you, again." 

"Who was that?" Callen asked, walking up to Nell. 

"It doesn't matter. What are you doing down here? I thought you were going to rest or something. You know, like Gibbs suggested?" Nell commented. 

"You should know that G Callen does not simply rest.'" Callen commented, air quoting 'rest'.

Nell laughed, "there's a lot more that I should know about you, you know." 

Callen rose his eyebrows, leaning on one side, "oh yeah?" 

Nell nodded, "yeah." 

Callen stepped forward slightly, "well, what do you want to know?" 

Nell started punching at the bag once more, before stopping and turning to him. "You know, the simple things." 

"What types of simple things?"  

"Well, I already know your birthday is on the eleventh of march, nineteen-seventy. When you were young, you were in foster care, thirty-seven homes, I believe. You got shot five times in the chest, in a drive by shooting, which Sam was there to save you. And yeah. But those are all known facts. I don't know anything like, your favourite colour, or food, or-"

"You can really talk, can't you?" Callen chuckled.

Nell laughed, hitting the punching bag once again. By this stage, Callen was assisting Nell, by holding the bag in place, preventing it from swinging around and hitting Nell.

"I thought that's what your supposed to use your mouth for." Nell joked.

"Well, I can think of a couple other things you can use your mouth for." Callen smirked. 

Nell glared at Callen and rolled her eyes, "you've been hanging around Deeks too much."

Callen chuckled, "maybe you're right."

"Maybe? Of course I'm right." 

"So, Agent Callen, have anything in mind that I could use my mouth for now?" Nell smirked, walking closer to Callen, with a slightly erotic tone to her voice. 

Callen smirked, "I could think of a couple of things." 

Nell nodded intriguingly, "is that so?"

"Mhm. However, we can't go there. At least not with each other. I'm sure lover boy over there would be more than happy to accompany you in any 'activities' it is that you desire." Callen hypothesised, nodding discretely to Dylan, who was running on the treadmill, checking out Nell from a distance. 

"Oh shut up, Callen. Dylan was actually really sweet. But I don't even know him." Nell claimed. 

"And according to Hetty, you don't know me either." Callen tendered. 

"Don't even go there." Nell stated, striking the bag with a strong force. 

"Sorry. Look, I don't see the point in going through this with each other, if we aren't committed to trying. Obviously neither of us are ready to give up our job and stand up to Hetty, so why don't you just go and ask him out?" 

Nell frowned, "so you're not even going to bother anymore?" 

Callen shrugged, "to be completely honest, I don't know what I'm going to do. I really like you, Nell. I do. But I also like my job at NCIS. Hetty was right. We don't know the first thing about each other. I would like to learn, but what good is that going to do for either of us? It's just going to make us want what we can't have, even more. Because I know that the minute I get to know you better, I am going to fall in love with you. I know that for a fact."