bakerstreet | By your side

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By your side

place by your side;

They showed you kindness, perhaps in a way you'd never seen before, perhaps in a way you can never repay. But you're trying; in exchange, you're offering your loyalty, for how much or how little that's worth. For them, you'd do anything: you'd fight, you'd protect, you'd be their right hand or their biggest advocate, if they needed it and you can offer it. As long as you get to stay by their side, it doesn't matter.

So, you certainly don't have to worry about your bond surpassing what you have now or becoming romantic, do you? That will just get in your way of being there for them. Since you've only got their best interest at heart, it won't bother you if someone else were to pursue them...

...right?

As long as you get to stay by their side. As long as you get to fight for them. As long as they need you.

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[I have an OC that I've AU'd into NCIS before if you're interested in her working with him as a fellow agent? Or she could be an LAPD liaison like Deeks.]

[Whatever feels best for you, I'm game. As long as he knows that they're working together he can be honest.]

[Anna Morasca hates politics. That's why the left the NYPD and moved across the country to work for NCIS. This particular team wasn't really hurting for anyone of her particular skill set and background - profiling, forensics, homicide investigations - but apparently she was deemed a good fit for Callen's team. At least until a year later, when shit hits the fan because a case "reflects poorly" on a local Congressman and they're trying to threaten NCIS into backing off of a murder investigation.

While Callen is still a tough read even for Anna, she gets the feeling that he hates being told to stand down just as much as she does. If not more. Leaving the briefing room, she sidles up to her co-worker and just studies him curiously. Not saying a word. It's probably annoying him already but it's not like she doesn't do this to everyone when she's waiting on them to speak their mind.

Their unfiltered, authentic, uncensored mind. Just like she's wont to do sometimes.]

[He looked up as Anna approached. Keeping eye contact he waited for her to let him know what she thought. He could tell that she hadn't been particularly impressed by the previous briefing. Nor was he if he was being honest. He preferred to play outside of the rules, with little oversight. That was probably why Owen was in charge and not him. He was already considering what he could get Hetty to clear.

But for now he was playing along. He wondered if Anna was too. He hadn't quite made up his mind up about her yet. But he was a paranoid bastard after all. It came with the job. But her papers were solid and her expertise had came the OSP to good use. For one, he knew that Kensie appreciated having another pair of forensic eyes on the job.

Feeling like he had given her enough time he spoke up.]

Something on your mind agent Morasca?

[Anna's about as clean as it gets when it comes to her record. The parts that don't talk about when she lost her partner in an ambush and died on the table briefly herself and how she spiraled for about a year afterwards, anyway. Her only flags are for insubordination on cases where politics got in the way but she did the job anyway and ruffled feathers at the top. At the time she never anticipated leaving the NYPD or getting promoted past detective so she didn't care. There was one complaint from a co-worker about workplace violence too but that uniform had been playing grab-ass in the bullpen for a month and she had enough. So she snapped, knocked him on his ass in front of the entire precinct and made him cry for mercy before she broke his arm. Happens to everyone. Anna had a reputation for being a bit of a cowgirl but her loyalties never faltered. They won't now, either.

Callen seems to be the one person who isn't affected by her at all but she supposed he's just not sure about her yet. How she's yet to prove her loyalty shy of taking a bullet for him she's yet to figure out. The fact that he holds her eye contact unflinchingly makes her right brow quirk just slightly - the way it does when she's curious - and when he asks what she thinks, her lips curl into a sardonic smirk.] Anna. Thought we were on a first-name/first-letter basis here, Callen. [ Snarky banter. Par for the course.]

This is bullshit. I don't give a rat's ass what it does to the Congressman's PR image. We've got three dead soldiers with wives and babies at home who deserve answers.

[His lips curls slightly at that.] Callen isn't my first name. As you know.

They'll have their answers. Death in service of the country, that's the usual answer. It's not fair, I know that. I don't like it. But we can't do anything. Not legally. We need more intel first.

[He then glances around the open space offices] Nobody here likes to leave a case open. I'm sure they'll do what they can. [He then arches forward.] We'd have some contacts after all. But it could get dirty.

Edited 2021-07-08 23:50 (UTC)

You call me Anna, I'll call you G. [She says with a smirk, following him down the hallway. It fades soon enough, the thought of wives being given such a blatantly condescending answer to their husbands' deaths because someone in politics doesn't like the real answer making her stomach turn. But once Callen starts looking around the office to see if anyone is there to overhear them, Anna does the same. She leans in just as he does and a slow smile creeps onto her face.] I'm not just a pretty Manhattan face, G. Sporchiamoci. [Wait, does he speak Italian? She can't remember. Oh well. The look on her face relays her words: let's get dirty.]