Capítulo 192: G. Callen x Little Sister!NCIS Agent!Reader
Your heels clicked as you were pacing backwards and forwards in Ops, you read over the file, it was on an undercover operation which your fiancé was the main agent. The doors slide open with their usual whoosh and your older brother, G. and his partner, Sam both walked in. Kensi looked up from the chair she was lounging in, going over the same file in her hands. Deeks stood straighter no longer leaning against the table in the middle of the room, moving the maps into neater piles. Your brows scrunched asking silently where your fiancé was, "Down with Hetty in wardrobe." Your brother told you. You nodded and handed over your file, you left Ops as Nell entered. She smiled reassuringly at you, you gave a tight smile back.
You descended the steps and made your way to wardrobe. Hetty was talking with another agent while, Timothy adjusted the polo shirt he wore. The black jeans fit his frame nicely and the red polo shirt slightly hid the black belt that was wound around his waist. You smiled as he smoothed the collar down, moving you stood behind him, leaning against the column. "Hey." Timothy looked up and caught your eye in the mirror. "Hey, love." You moved and stood behind him, he turned. You smoothed your hands along his shirt, flatting the wrinkles. You adjusted the button which housed the hidden camera. You looked up at him, "don't loose this." He grinned at you, wrapping his arms around your waist, "I wouldn't dare, its one of ." He brushed some hair out of your face. "Come back to me." He smiled, "always will, my love." You leaned up and kissed him lightly. "Stay safe." You told him, he grinned cheekily, "Don't I always?" You chuckled, you stepped away from him and grabbed a Kevlar vest, pulling it on.
You breathed in, you were watching from a car with Sam, "he'll be alright." You smiled tightly, "I know, but I guess I can't help but worry about him." A truck pulled up and blocked your line of sight. "Lost visual, G. pulling up." There were a few shots and Sam drove up, the truck drove off, Deeks and Kensi followed it on their motorbikes.
You jumped out of the car, running towards, Timothy, "Tim! Timothy!" You fell to your knees, the gravel biting into your skin. "No! Tim, honey, look at me, please, stay with me, keep your eyes on me. Okay?" Your voice cracked as your hands pressed into his wound, trying to stop the bleeding. The blood was thick and oozed through the gaps. "Timothy, stay with me please." Your voice was watery and cracking. He choked on blood, it speckled his lips. The sirens grew closer, and your vision was blurring as the tears welled, Timothy's breath was getting shallower and shallower.
You sat on the couch in the hospital waiting room, Nell was hugging you, while you tried not to cry, resting your head on her shoulder. Callen moved over and crouched in front of you, "I'm sorry, Y/N. He never made it off the table." You fell into his arms, sobbing, choking sobs. Callen rubbed your back, "come on, I'll take you home." You shook your head, "I'll take you to my place then." You nodded but you couldn't stop sobbing.
Callen kissed your forehead as you curled into his chest, you had stopped sobbing, but you still had silent tears sliding down your face. He pulled a blanket round you, you rubbed your face in his shirt. He simply pulled you closer.
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