#callen

Boris and Micah~

Boris - A designer who created a lot of Bendol's biggests hits. (Secretly sent by Joey and is Bendol's big brother he never met.)

Micah - Callen's younger brother who works with Chemicals and lots of equipment for "clients".

I had the pleasure of commissioning the lovely @killjo-q for our Call of the Netherdeep campaign poster! We are all over the moon with how beautiful this poster is, and couldn’t be more in love with how it turned out. Thank you so much for everything Kyuu!

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Callen, flipping Rebecca on his leg: And the plan does a 360 degree flip before soaring over the trees.

Deeks, smiling: Hey, you’re getting pretty good at that.

Callen: Yeah, it took me a while to figure out that she wasn’t going to break.

Rebecca: Gaag.

Callen: You wanna go again?

Caleb, whispering: Daddy, Becca not talking. What’s wrong with her?

Deeks, gently: There’s nothing wrong with her. She’s just still learning how to say words. You didn’t used to talk either when you were smaller. You used to be a baby.

Caleb’s astonished: No. I not a baby!

Kensi, nodding: Yes, you were, sweetheart. So was Sophia.

Sophia, thinking: But I a big girl baby. I not a little baby.

Caleb: We not babies.

Sophia: Ah-ha. We gonna teach Becca to talk. C’mon, Cayeb.

Callen, as the twins march off together: Should I be concerned?

Kensi: Eh, fifty-fifty odds.

No.26: Curse

Callen knew from a young age that some people were meant to be alone, that some were forever cursed to solitude, that some people did not deserve to be loved. For a long time he thought that he was one of those people.

And then he met her.

Agent (Y/N) (L/N) crashed into his life with a series of bullets and broken glass. She was on an undercover operation, sent in from the NCIS basis in Washington D.C, nobody in the L.A office knew that she was here. Hetty had a field day talking to Vance about her presence and her abrupt gatecrashing of their own operation.

It didn't take long for Callen to know he wanted her on his team; it also didn't take long to convince her Los Angeles wasn't so bad. Despite his reliance on his partnership with Sam, Callen always cherished the days where he ended up with her in the field instead. It took him months to realise that the ease and trust he felt with her was something more than a professional friendship.

He had never truly be in love before, so much so he didn't even clock onto the feeling until he found himself wrecked by another nightmare and he found himself driving to her apartment, craving her presence. He also did not realise that he confessed his love for her at her doorstep not even twenty minutes after.

Callen hadn't expected to have the pieces of his life fall into place shortly after. Everything started to make sense; he did not believe in fate, but even he would acknowledge that something greater was at play to send something so divine to him.

He should've known that it wouldn't have lasted forever.

He lost her the same way he had found her, with bullets and broken glass. Nobody had expected the operation to go wrong, the building was meant to have been abandoned weeks ago; they were just scoping out the place to see if anything valuable had been left behind.

They were right, the building was deserted, but the neighbouring rooftop was not. The glass window next the the staircase gave the sniper a clear and direct view to (Y/N). Nobody noticed the red dot hovering on the back of her head until she crumpled to the ground. She died before she hit the floor.

It took a few moments for Callen to notice that she hadn't dodged the attack. He had assumed she had dove for shelter when the gunshot fired. As soon as he clocked on to what had happened, he rushed to her side, pulling her body into his as if that would bring her back.

The crunching of the glass around him caused him to lift his head away from her. Sam, Kensi, and Deeks all stood there, looks of pity on their faces. Callen looked down at her again, not letting himself believe what had happened.

Eventually the M.E came and took her body away. Sam took Callen back to the office and they both sat in silence. It took a while, but he stood up again and moved to the locker room where he stripped out of his ruined clothes and into the showers where he washed her blood from his skin.

Callen stood under the water for a while. He couldn't help but blame himself. He could not love anything without it being destroyed. Maybe if he hadn't of loved her then she would have lived. Deep down he knew that her death had nothing to do with him, but as his thoughts circled on the diamond ring he had planned to give her this evening, Callen couldn't help but feel cursed.

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I was hoping to get this posted only when I finished up the design, but it's been now some four months of wrist recovery and it's been also almost four months of not being able to draw digitally, so the finished design drawing will have to wait and I'm kinda tired of keeping these drawings in the drafts.

Also, I better be able to eventually call them mom or dad. They deserve it!

I'll leave that down to people's individual headcanon, but I've answered an ask with a situation like this here!

TL;DR: A mix of guilt, sadness and pride each stemming from their own personal grievances regarding being a parent, haha.