Lust, Like, Love. Not Necessarily in that Order. by Waldo (PG-13)

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Fandom: NCIS: Los Angeles
Pairing: Sam Hanna/G. Callen
Length: ~6683 words
Author on LJ: thefannishwaldo
Author Website: Fic on AO3
Why this must be read:The show's only been on a year and there isn't a ton of fanfic out there for it yet, but luckily Waldo has produced several stories, including a couple of longer ones. This one picks up a fairly common theme - Dom, the newbie, is trying to figure out exactly what the nature of that amazing partnership between G and Sam really is. There's a lot of touchy affection and hurt/comfort here; I have a quibble or two with the characterization of Sam as brawn and Callen as brains, but there's enough good stuff here I can play along, and I'm always thrilled to see a new story pop up by Waldo.

Be aware this story contains spoilers for episodes 1.5 and 1.9 in particular.


Sam indicated G with his chin. "Concussion watch."

Dom looked confused.

"Let's just say no one else wants to deal with waking up his cranky ass every two hours after he gets hit in the head. I think it has something to do with the time Renko said he'd keep an eye on him and G totally fucked with him," Sam said, smiling at the way G had totally freaked Renko out.

Dom sat in the one empty chair. "What'd he do?"

"It was our first real mission as a team out here. So we'd only been together about a week. G got slammed up against a wrought iron fence – hard. Now, we all know how forthcoming G is with personal information," Sam rolled his eyes, "So Renko hadn't quite figured out that I wasn't calling him 'G' as a nickname. Renko says he'll crash at G's place to make sure he's okay and the first time he wakes him up and asks him his name, Callen gives him his last name. Renko asks for his first name and G says, 'I don't have one.' So Renko freaks out. He's making G get up and answer about twelve other questions, but he keeps coming back to the name thing. G keeps insisting that, no, really, he doesn't have a first name and Renko thinks Callen's brain is about to leak out of his ears or something and he's about to call an ambulance. Evenually G calls me – it's like three-thirty in the morning now – to prove to Renko that he's not fucking with him. Renko refused to babysit him ever again. And he made damn sure everyone else knew about this, so no one else is too keen on doing it either." Sam stretched out his legs in front of him and tossed G a glare. "He knows better than to fuck with me."

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