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Title: Fertile Ground

Rating: M

Story Premise: For several years, G wanted to further his relationship with Sam yet hesitated to ask him. Circumstances beyond his control cause him to seek out that relationship.

Category: SciFi/Romance

WARNINGS:

Slash: Sam/G

Male Pregnancy: G

DISCLAIMER: NCIS: Los Angeles and its characters are owned by CBS and the producers of it. I do not own anything, but if I did I would torture G Callen more and make him cry and suffer and have plenty of angst. I am grateful to CBS and the producers of NCIS: LA for their contribution to the world of entertainment.

My stories are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. This is a work intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by CBS and the producers of NCIS:LA. I gain no profit from the creation and publication of this story.

Fertile Ground

Chapter 1

Sam arrived at his partner's home to pick him up for work and found him asleep again. This was the fifth consecutive day his partner was not awake and ready for work upon his arrival. An unusual situation for him because G required little sleep and here he was sleeping. Sam nudged G's sleeping form again. His partner moaned a second time. "What did you say?"

G mumbled into a pillow. "I'm not going to work."

"Call her and tell her."

"No, you do it."

Sam called her number and listened to what he knew he would hear. Unless you are sick with a fever you must come into work and lie on the couch. He hung up. "Do you want to hear the story?"

"Call her back and tell her I'm sick with a fever."

"She's going to know I'm here then."

"So? Call her. You're here every morning to pick me up for work."

"What's your excuse this time?"

"I'm wiped."

"From watching football and soccer on your new 70 inch LED TV all night?"

"It wasn't all night," G said, rolling over to his side away from his partner's scrutiny. "Besides I fell asleep on the sofa."

"By the way, nice sofa." G had finally discovered that owning furniture was not that bad of an idea. His partner's new sofa would allow them to watch sports in comfort instead of sitting on the living room floor with their beers and snacks. And the new TV was well over due.

"Yeah, I needed something to nap on in front of the TV."

"You serious?"

"Yeah, that's about all I do," G said, pulling the covers up to his chin and snuggling under them again. "So tired."

"Getting enough iron?"

"I don't need Geritol if that's what you're hinting."

Sam chuckled. G and his Geritol.

"What's so funny?"

"Your Geritol obsession."

"Let me sleep."

"I'll see you later."

"You're calling her?"

"I tell her at work," Sam said, pocketing his cellphone. "Anything you want from the store on the way home?"

"Ice cream."

"Flavor?"

"Anything but vanilla, chocolate, or strawberry."

"You mean anything but plain in those flavors."

"Yeah."

Sam left the bedroom where his partner laid on his new bed. One good thing about G being tired was him purchasing a bed. His partner had made enough excuses throughout the years he had known him about never getting a bed.

After climbing into his sleek and powerful black Challenger, Sam took off down the road for work. He reminded himself to stay within the speed limit. With being late this morning, he wanted no complaints about going over the speed limit from Hetty plus the added problem of his partner being a no-show at work. This was one morning with Hetty he wasn't going to enjoy.

He arrived at work 30 minutes late and entered NCIS Headquarters. Sam attempted to duck into the bullpen, but the little lady caught his attention before he turned the corner to settle into his seat. He placed his briefcase next to his desk and crossed the open room over to his operations manager's desk. Sam hated it when she curled her figured and motioned for him to come over to her. It was as if he were being treated like a little kid or worse, a dog.

Sam stood before her desk and refused to sit down.

"Mr. Hanna," Hetty said, pointing to the chair behind him.

He eased himself into the chair.

"Where's Mr. Callen?"

"He's got a fever."

"You'll go back and take him to the doctor, ASAP."

"He's not going to-"

"I don't care what he likes or doesn't like, take him, that's your assignment for this morning."

Great. Sam stood and turned to leave.

"Mr. Hanna, I made the appointment with the doctor right here on the premises."

"Here?" He swallowed hard knowing how his partner would react to this news. "Hetty, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Take him down to the infirmary, ASAP."

Sam left her office and grabbed his briefcase. He hurried out the exit and threw his belongings into the Challenger's backseat. G will flip out with this situation. He sped toward his partner's house the whole time not caring whether he breached the speed limit. Sam opened the door to G's home and walked down the short hallway to his bedroom. His partner laid in the same position he had left him. He sat on the bed and nudged him.

"It can't be 5:30 PM," G said, mumbling into his fluffy and squishy down pillow.

"It's not." Sam sighed. "Hetty wants you to see the doctor in the infirmary."

G raised his head. "What?"

"You heard me."

"Yeah, and it's not happening."

"You'd better think twice about that."

G sat up in bed and brought his knees to his chest.

"You don't look so hot."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You have a paler than normal complexion."

"Complexion? I'm not a woman. I don't wear makeup. What's with the complexion comment?"

"Easy, man, I'm just saying you look pallid."

"Thanks, you mean like death warmed over."

"I didn't say it," Sam said, chuckling. "I'll let you get dressed."

"Ever thought of... never mind." G grabbed his sweats off the bed's foot end and pulled them under the covers with him.

"Of what?"

"This is going to sound strange."

"Try me."

"Of having a relationship beyond work."

"I do with my wife."

G hesitated. "With me."

"We do."

"More intimate."

"What?" Sam's eyebrows raised high.

"Forget I mentioned it." He pulled his warmed sweats on under the covers.

"What brought up this idea?"

"I've been wanting to find a guy to be intimate with for some time now."

"You? Seriously?"

"Nothing ever works out with women so I thought I'd try a guy."

Sam leaned against a padded, slate blue leather headboard. "I'd never think for one minute that you were bent that way."

"I don't know if I am, man, I'm just looking at all the possibilities."

"I'm game."

G faced him. "Do you have experience?"

"A couple of times before I got married."

"You never told me."

"The subject never presented itself until now."

"True," G said. "Where do we start?"

Sam leaned forward and wrapped an arm around G's neck and drew him closer. He pecked him on the mouth. G kissed him back. Sam forced his tongue inside his partner's mouth and pulled the man onto his lap. G wrapped his arms around Sam's neck and kissed him with passion. They stopped kissing and gazed into each other's eyes. "This feels right to me. What about you?"

"It's a start. I've never... kissed a man."

"You did a great job. You're a natural."

"I've kissed about three women."

"Only three?"

"Sadly, it's true."

"You're practically a virgin."

"Embarrassing."

"You've got to start somewhere." Sam pecked him on the lips again and forced his tongue inside. He slid his hands down G's naked back caressing him. His partner shuddered. "Responsive body." Sam slipped a hand under the waistband of G's sweat pants and stroked his butt cheeks. "I'd better stop."

"No." G mumbled between kisses.

He slipped both hands inside G's sweat pants and caressed and stroked his butt cheeks.

G pressed back into his partner's hands.

"You like this?"

He nodded.

"Good." He massaged G's buttocks for several minutes before trailing his hands back up to his neck. Sam wrapped his arms around G's shoulders and drew him into his arms, kissing him with passion. He stopped and caught a breath and started again, stroking and caressing his partner's back and down to his buttocks, this time pulling down his sweat pants. "We ought to take this under the covers."

"Agreed."

They scooted under the covers, stripping off their clothes and tossing them on the bed.

#

G was the first one to crawl out from under the covers and get dressed. Sam followed suit.

"When?"

"When what?" Sam asked.

"Are we going to work on it?"

"How about tonight?"

"What about your wife?"

"She's out of town for several weeks with the girls."

"That's unusual."

"Not really. The oldest starts her second year of college, and the youngest wants to see the school. They decided to make a vacation of it."

"Time sure has passed fast." G remembered when Sam's oldest daughter graduated from high school and started courses at a community college. "So tonight you'll show me."

"I'll more than show you," Sam said. "We'll stop at the store and get some supplies."

"I've got my own."

"Really?"

"I'll show you." G opened the first drawer on a brand new, solid oak, chest of drawers in his closet.

"You've been busy purchasing more furniture."

"I placed it in here so I wouldn't be tempted to open my sleeping roll in the closet again." G turned around and showed Sam the supplies he had purchased.

"Isn't this kind of big?" Sam picked a huge, black dildo out of the clear, plastic box G had presented to him.

"Aren't you big?"

"Well, larger than average," he said, putting the object back into the box. "How far can you get it?"

"The head and then it gets tough."

"Using lube?"

"Lube?"

"I see the problem," Sam said, chuckling. "We'll stop at the sex shop after work and buy some well needed supplies. How long have you been practicing?"

G got a sheepish look on his face.

"You planned this."

"I hoped you'd say yes," he said. "I started three weeks ago." G fitted the box back into the drawer.

Sam wrapped his arms around his partner's waist and drew G back into him. "I'm looking forward to tonight." He kissed the top of his head. "Let's get to work before Hetty blows a fuse. Did you eat breakfast?"

"Nope."

"We'll stop and get you something on the way into work."

G gathered his belongings and walked toward the door. He stopped and faced his partner. "What if I get horny for you before tonight?"

"You'll tell me and we'll take care of it. I want you relaxed not uptight."

"I'm excited and nervous."

"I was too the first time."

"Okay, then this is normal to feel this way," G said, turning around to open the door.

They walked out the door and closed it behind them.

Sam opened the Challenger's passenger door for his partner.

"Really?" G climbed inside and fastened his seatbelt. "Thanks."

Sam settled into the driver's seat and fastened his seatbelt. "You're welcome." He revved the Challenger's engine and drove toward work.

#

G sat in his chair and scarfed up the eggs and bacon his partner purchased for him on the way to work. Hetty had not be available when they first arrived, and he was thankful to not have to answer a barrage of questions from her. Yet here she was now. She stood behind the bullpen's lattice work and stared at the back of his head. No doubt she waited for him to acknowledge her presence. Instead, he finished off his whole wheat toast and jam.

Hetty cleared her throat.

G stretched and pushed the empty styrofoam container away from the center of his desk. He patted his stomach.

"Feeling better, Mr. Callen?" Hetty asked, coming around to the side of his desk.

"Yes, thanks for asking." He decided way before they arrived at work to play it cool with her. G wanted as little questions about their whereabouts as possible. Sam and him were four hours late to work. Almost three of those hours were spent in bed together.

"Are you certain you don't need to see the onsite doctor?"

"Certain." He lifted his laptop off the desk file's top and centered it on his desktop. "I've got a report due at 5 PM."

"I've got an assignment for your team's eyes only."

"Not Sam?"

"He's started his part."

G looked across the bullpen at his partner's seat. It was empty.

"Your partner is in the archive room, where you'll be after this."

He disliked the tone in her voice.

Hetty laid a red envelope on top of his computer.

G picked up the 9 by 12 inch packet.

"Handle this assignment with the utmost security and secrecy," she said. "Only you two shall know about it."

"Besides you."

"And Director Vance."

"Not Granger."

"No." Hetty left him holding the envelope and staring at her.

G stood and walked toward the archive room with the envelope in his hand. He stopped in the doorway and watched his partner sitting on a sofa, pouring over paper after paper.

Sam raised his head. "Don't just stand there. Come over here and join me."

He stepped into the room and walked over to where his partner sat. "Does this," he asked, motioning with his hand, "contain the same information?"

"Most likely."

G sat on the sofa and opened the envelope. "Why red?"

"I suppose she wants emphasize two things."

"Urgency and secrecy." G read the title and the first line. His jaw dropped.

Operation Fertile Ground

Four men engaged in extramarital affairs with four men. Two of those four men died and two of the lives altered in physical ways not thought possible.

"Same reaction I had," Sam said.

"We accept all kinds of 'special' assignments, but this is the strangest one I've seen."

"Too weird," Sam said, "I've read almost every page and never have I heard of something like this."

"Why are we getting the assignment?" G asked. "Is she trying to hint at something?"

Sam lowered his voice. "I doubt she knows about us. We just got together today."

He skimmed the first 10 pages of the report. Four men had engaged in extramarital affairs with men and gotten pregnant. Two had died of complications from child birth. "This is too farfetched for me."

"It's only the tip of the iceberg," Sam said. "They suspect there are more victims."

"Who suspects this?"

"The United States government."

"They're investigating this farfetched reality."

"Yes, we are."

"Very funny." G sighed. "So extramarital affairs with men on men lead to pregnancy, and we're supposed to interview the two remaining survivors."

"Hopefully, we'll discover what they had in common."

"And visit the homes of the two dead men."

"I don't look forward to that."

"Neither do I," G said.

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