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Callen - Not Faking It - Pt 1

I get out of my car, taking in the old building I had parked opposite before noticing the woman waiting for me. I grab my bag and hurry over to her, locking my car behind me.

"Good morning, my dear," Hetty says.

"Good morning," I say brightly. I follow her into the building. "I really appreciate this opportunity."

She waves off the thanks I had already given her far too many times. "Don't mention it, my dear. Heavens knows I have too many things on my plate. Having someone else have to worry about the wardrobe will be a welcome alleviation."

My smile changes into one of wonder when we enter the main room. The ceiling was two stories up with a balcony wrapping around all four walls. There were doors and hallways on both floors leading into other parts of the building. People filled the space, either hurrying around or speaking in small groups. Some were sitting at their desks, reading files or on computers

"My office is just there," she tells me, pointing to an open office with a desk sitting in the middle of it. The chair behind it was high off the ground to accommodate Hetty's height. I follow Hetty down one of the corridors and she opens a door on the left, stepping aside to allow me to step into the room.

"I know its not very big, but its better than the corner we had it in beforehand. I thought you might appreciate some more space," Hetty says as I take in the room. Racks and closets filled with clothing lined the wall to my left. The wall to my right had tall drawers along most of it as well as several mannequins. Three changing rooms lined the back wall, their curtains an off white colour and pushed to the side. In the middle of the room was a work bench that I could stand at with a sewing machine and plenty of storage space underneath.

"This is brilliant," I say. It was only when I turned to Hetty that I saw my favourite armchair from my childhood sitting in the back corner, squeezed between the wall and a rack of dress shirts. A side table sat beside it, a pin cushion and tin of threads sitting atop it. I let a disbelieving breath, my eyes widening. "Is this the same...?"

"The very same." I walk over to it, gently touching the familiar purple fabric. I turn back to Hetty.

"Thank you."

She smiles softly at me before gesturing to the door across the hallway. "When you need to clean the clothes, everything you may need is that room there. Would you like some tea?"

"I would love some," I say. We return to the main area. I follow Hetty to her office where she gestures to the couches. I take a seat as she prepares the tea.

"I hope your new working space has everything you need, but if there is anything you do need, just let me know."

"I will," I say, nodding as I watch her prepare the tea. She was just setting the tray down when a group of her agents approaches. One knocks on one of the beams, cautiously eying me. Hetty looks up at him.

"This better be important," she says sternly.

"We need to go undercover," he says. She waits for him to continue. "We need clothes."

"I'm no longer in charge of your undercover outfits, Mr. Callen," Hetty says. Callen furrows his eyebrows as his team glances at each other behind him. "You will need to speak to miss Miller here about any clothing and accessories from now on as well as aiding in the creation of any identities you may need."

Callen glances back at his team as I stand. Hetty introduces the team to me. 

"We'll have that tea some other time," I tell her. She smiles and gives me a single nod. I turn back to the NCIS agents. "If you would follow me."