#Callen and Sam

[ejzah]

Hi! How are you? I'm so glad to see you're still writing for LA. I'm a big fan of your fics. And as I was randomly thiking about Densi, I was thinking we never got to see Kensi ask Callen and Sam to walk her down the aisle. I was wondering if you could write it? Especially Callen/Kensi because I love their friendship. Thanks again for taking the time to write wonderful stories! :)

A/N: Dear anon, so sorry for the delay (my constant anthem). Thank you for your kind words and continued support!

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Going to the Chapel

“No, no, I don’t actually have the wedding date yet, I’m it trying to get an idea of how much catering for between one hundred and two hundred people would be. Um, I’m not sure about that,” Kensi said, tugging on her bottom lip as the caterer on the other end of the line continued to ask questions she didn’t have the answers to. “Right. I suppose I should figure that out first. Yes. Thank you so much for your time.”

She hung up, rubbing her temples. There was another hour of her life gone with no results to show for it.

“I take it wedding planning is going well,” Callen commented from beside her. His sarcastic delivery made her crack the tiniest hint of a smile. She’d almost forgotten he and Sam were in the bullpen with her.

“At this point, I’m beginning to think Deeks was right and we should have just eloped. Would have been so much easier. And less stressful.”

“I remember when Michelle and I got married. We had a tiny ceremony and reception and it still took a couple months to plan. Trying to accommodate relatives was probably the hardest part,” Sam shared knowingly.

“Oh my god, yes!” Kensi groaned. “I love Roberta, but she has so many opinions, and even though my mom is less vocal about it, I know she has just as many. Deeks spent two hours convincing his mom that we did not need crystal centerpieces to give all the guests or beef prime rib.”

“Well, we’re here to support you guys however we can,” Sam offered. “Especially if it means we get this wedding on the road.

“I will help with everything but folding napkins,” Callen specified, nodding significantly when Sam gave him an odd look.

“Actually,” Kensi hesitated. She’d been debating the whole walking down the aisle issue for months. Did she ask her mom or walk alone? Just skip it altogether?

“There is something I wanted to ask you,” she finished before she could lose the nerve again. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to though.”

“Why, is it something weird?” Callen asked. “I also draw the line at helping pick out lingerie.”

“Oh my god, no. I swear you get ten times worse when Deeks isn’t around,” Kensi said, making a face. “No, I was wondering if you and Sam would consider walking me down the aisle.”

“You want us to give you away?” Sam said, sounding surprised.

“I like to look at it more like being transported to the next stage of my life.”

“Wow, wedding planning really has screwed with your brain.

Kensi jabbed her elbow in Callen’s direction, and he moved to the side, chuckling.

“I’m serious. I was going to ask Granger before he passed.” She paused, blinking away the sudden tears in her eyes. When she spoke again, her voice betrayed a slight shakiness. “You know, since he knew my dad and he turned out to be a pretty good mentor.”

“Granger would have hated that,” Callen predicted.

“Yeah, but he wouldn’t have let anyone else do it. The man had a soft spot for sure,” Sam added. He nodded to Kensi, his expression compassionate. “I’m sorry Don couldn’t be here to walk you down that aisle.”

“I think he would be happy to know it’s two of the best men in my life,” Kensi told them honestly.

“Well, after that I don’t think we can say no,” Callen said softly.

“Definitely not.”

Kensi stood to give each of them a hug, lingering a moment in Sam’s comforting strength. “Thank you.”

“We show up for family. But “two of the best”?” Sam pointed out, feigning offense. “Not the best.”

“Only because you’ll be leading me to the very best man in my life,” Kensi said.

“Smitten,” Callen sighed, shaking his head.

“Yep, she stood no chance against the curly blonde hair and blue eyes,” Sam lamented.

Kensi just rolled her eyes, secretly enjoying their teasing.

***

A/N: I hope that was ok. It’s very rare for me to write a fic that doesn’t include even a tiny bit of Deeks.

Thanks for the prompt!

[stardustinthesky]

Hi. Oh, wow. What are we doing here?

Bonus: live Callen & Sam reaction

[comicwaren]

From Magik Vol. 2 #001, “The Threads that Bind”

Art by Germán Peralta and Arthur Hesli

Written by Ashley Allen

[bvddiebro]

So I am completly obsessed with the Navy SEAL buck trope and I happen to be rewatching NCIS LA at the moment

There is an episode where they have to go undercover at a firehouse for their case and they happen to be at firehouse 118!!!!!!!

I’ve had the idea of a secret navy seal buck buddie fic in my mind for so long where ncis need his help with solving a case and it relates back to something that happened while he was on active duty

I’ve thrown about involving Sam’s family being threatened by someone from their SEAL team and Buck had known him best and that why they need him

Would probably throw in some other characters from other shows for shits and giggles

And now I’m watching this episode and fuck it just feels like kismet

Is this something people would be interested in ???

[lihiominaa]

NCIS: Los Angeles 03.17. Blye, K., Part 2 written by Dave Kalstein

[chicgeekgirl89]

OUR SWEET LITTLE G CALLEN IS HAVING A BABY 😭😭😭

I love getting little bits and pieces of our people even though the show is gone!

[heavymetal-lovers]

"They always come back, Owen. Until one day they don't."

ncis: los angeles - season 05 (2013 -2014)

[liar-or-lawyer]

Does it ever drive you crazy

Just how fast the night changes?

[wanna-be-bold]

IM SORRY did Sam Hanna just casually mention that G and Anna are having a baby?!

[rookheeya]

NCIS Los Angeles

Kensi Blye & Marty Deeks Wedding Photos

[densi-mber]

Friday the Thirteenth

“Guys, it Friday the Thirteenth today with a full moon on Sunday,” Deeks announced as he strolled into the bullpen with Kensi. “Expect pure insanity.”

“Deeks, are you really still on all this superstitious garbage?” Sam asked incredulously.

“I find that very offensive.”

Sam looked to Kensi and Callen for support. “C’mon, you both know none of this is real, right?”

Kensi shrugged, setting up her desk. “I don’t know, he’s been pretty spot on at predicting these things in the past,” she said.

“How much would it bug you if I say he won me over?” Callen wondered, stroking his chin.

“You’re the reason I have to do deep breathing exercises,” Sam told him with obvious disgust, turning back to Deeks. “It’s not real.”

“Ok, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Sucking a breath between his teeth, Deeks gave Sam a pitying look.

“Right, let me check with my fortune teller first,” he scoffed, and Deeks laughed.

“I think the preferred term is ‘psychic’”

“Unbelievable.”

A short and remarkably normal whistle alerted them to Eric’s presence above them in the stairs. “Hey guys, we’ve got a new case. A missing laptop with confidential information.”

Together, they trekked upstairs, walking into OPS, occupied by Eric and only the support staff.

“Where’s Nell?” Kensi asked.

“Oh, she had a mishap with her coffee on the way out the door this morning, so she had to go back in and change. She should be here soon though,” Eric explained.

“Interesting,” Deeks commented under his breath, earning a warning glare from Sam.

“Don't start.”

Eric gave them both a curious look, and Deeks mouthed, “Friday the Thirteenth”.

“Ah,” Eric mouthed back. “Ok, well, like I said, there’s a laptop missing and the security company it belongs to, would like it back as soon as possible.”

Twenty minutes later, Kensi and Deeks were tasked with visiting the security firm while Callen and Sam went to question a witness. On his way out the sliding doors, Sam tripped, narrowly catching himself on the wall.

Callen grabbed his arm to steady him, eyeing him dubiously. “You ok there, partner?”

“Yeah, the floor is just uneven. Someone should fix that,” Sam grumbled.

“Right. I don’t remember it being uneven before. Maybe it’s time to look into some orthotics.”

As they walked out, Kensi turned to Deeks. “Are you having fun?” she asked.

“A little. Do you mind?”

Closing the distance between them, Kensi touched her lips to his. “No. I like seeing you happy.”

***

“Hey, did you find anything on that Jackson guy?” Deeks asked, peering over Kensi’s shoulder. They each had a couple boxes of paper files—the security company had refused to hand over anything digital—and were working their way through past and present employees. “He gave me a weird feeling.”

“And I always trust your weird feelings,” Kensi said, shuffling through her “finished stack”. “Let me see. He has a string of speeding tickets, but nothing else jumped out at me.”

“Hmm. I’ll ask Eric if he can dig a little deeper. I still—”

The sound of the main entrance door slamming shut, followed by Sam’s irritated voice had Deeks breaking off and craning his head with interest.

“No, I don’t want any of your food. I told you I’m not hungry, and of you wave that thing in my face one more time, I’m throwing it out the window.”

“Those sound like the words of a man who needs lunch,” Callen replied, blatantly unconcerned.

Frowning, Kensi stood up, waiting for the two to enter the bullpen. “Are you guys ok?” she asked, looking both men over. They seemed none the worse for wear, if a little sweaty.

“The Challenger stalled out on the way back from talking to our witness. Had to call Castor to pick us up,” Sam explained shortly.

“And someone missed lunch,” Callen added helpfully.

“Friday the thirteenth,” Deeks said. He emphasized the three words with a nod. “We should all go home.”

“Are you done? It’s nothing to do with the day, it’s just bad—”

“Luck?” Deeks finished innocently. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that, brother.” He patted Sam on the shoulder. “Personally, I’ll be stepping gingerly and staying far away from both of you for the rest of the day.”

“For the last time, there is no such thing as bad luck due to Friday the thirteenth, the size of the moon, or mercury’s position,” Sam ranted. “Neither are broken mirrors, black cats, or stepping on a damn crack in the concrete for that matter.”

“I don’t know, Sam,” Kensi spoke up, pressing her knuckles to her mouth. “There have been a lot of accidents today. First with Nell, then you tripping on air—”

“It was the floor.”

“And now the Challenger. It seems like more than coincidence.”

“She makes a very good point,” Deeks agreed. Looking between them in disgust, Sam muttered something under his breath.

“I need a drink. None of you follow me.”

“Kensi Blye, I’m surprised to see you joining in on the bit,” Callen said.

She shrugged, looking at Deek fondly. “Well, I am married to Deeks after all, so I figured I should back him up. Besides, it’s kind of fun.”

“I knew I’d make a troublemaker out of you eventually,” Deeks said proudly.

***

The rest of the day continued with an odd series of mishaps. Various objects stopped working, Eric’s favorite tablet shorted out after Sam touched it, and the burn room door refused to open. Oddly enough, the only two who were completely spared were Kensi and Deeks, to Sam’s annoyance.

“Hey, you have to respect it,” Deeks explained when Callen questioned how he’d managed to get through the day completely unscathed.

“Uh-huh. You wouldn’t have planned any of these little incidents would you?”

“I appreciate you think I could plan all this, but I think making the Challenger’s transmission fail is not only beyond my skill level, but slightly more diabolical than my usual style.”

“It is weird though,” Kensi commented.

“I’m telling you, it’s a superstition for a reason,” Deeks said.

“You’re not going to disagree again, Sam?” Callen looked across the bullpen.

“Nope.” Sam studiously contracted on the after case forms on his desk. “I’ve already stated my argument. I’m not repeating myself.” A second later he swore loudly, brushing at his pants. “My pen just broke.”

Deeks peered over his arm to see ink splattered over the newly completed forms, Sam’s desk, and his pants and shirt.

“Not a word,” he said between gritted teeth.

Deeks stayed silent; even he wasn’t that cruel. With the air of a man past his limit, Sam stood up, tossing the ruined pen onto his desk.

“I’m going home.” He grabbed his duffel bag, shoulders bunched. As he walked away, he muttered, “Damn full moon.”

***

A/N: I’m afraid I put Sam through it in this one. For once, Kensi and Deeks weren’t on the receiving end.

[ejzah]

A/N: One explanation for Deeks’ longer hair in certain seasons.

***

Deeks: I know we’ve been together for a long time, but I think it’s time we part ways. I’m sorry, it’s not you, it’s me.

Callen, frowning: Are you breaking up with someone?

Kensi, sitting next to Deeks: He’s practicing. For when he stops going to his barber.

Sam, in surprise: Since when do you have a barber, Deeks?

Deeks, sighing: I’ll have you know I’ve had the same barber for the last 12 years.

Callen, grinning: You’re telling me you paid someone to do that to you? I’d sue for damages, man.

Deeks, flipping his bangs: Jealousy is an unattractive quality.

Sam: Ok, we’ve established that you apparently get your hair done by a professional. Why aren’t you going anymore?

Deeks: Unfortunately, my barber, John, is getting a little up there in age and his motor and visual skills aren’t the best. My last visit, he accidentally picked up the clippers instead of scissors and clipped way too close in one section. It’s why my hair is this length right now.

Kensi, running her hand through said curls: Hey, I’ve offered to give you a trim more than once.

Deeks, crossing his arms: This hair requires a gentle touch.

Kensi: No one respects your hair more than me.

Sam: Alright, so stop going to your old barber. What’s the big deal?

Deeks, leaning slightly away: You don’t just abandon your barber. We’ve built a connection over years, I can’t just ghost him.

Callen: So, what are you going to do in the meantime?

Deeks: Hope John retires soon and learn to braid my hair until then?

[stardustinthesky]

Double tap to the head. You must really love me.

[thjslove]

first and last appearance of the main four

[bvddiebro]

The Ghost of You: New chapter posted!

Chapter 8/20: Recap

Work summery:

Evan "Buck" Buckley thought he had left his past behind when he traded his Navy fatigues for turnouts. For years, he’s buried the memories—of war zones, of a lost lover, of the life he swore he'd never return to. But when a series of arson attacks target classified SCIF sites across Los Angeles, his past comes back to haunt him.

NCIS are called to investigate and Buck’s carefully constructed web of lies begins to crack when Special Agent Sam Hanna arrives at Station 118—because Buck knows him. Sam was once his teammate, his mentor and his sudden reappearance is no coincidence.

When a grainy surveillance video reveals a face Buck thought he’d never see again, the ground shifts beneath his feet. Zack, the man he mourned, the man he watched die, is alive.

Working alongside NCIS and his old SEAL Team, Buck finds himself walking a dangerous tightrope. The deeper he gets, the more he risks everything—his job, his family, his friendships and the life he’s built with Eddie and Christopher.

But secrets can’t stay buried forever.

[ncisla-source]

NCIS: LOS ANGELES (2009 - 2023) Season 14, Episode 21: New Beginnings, Part 2 (Series Finale)