Author's Note: Someone asked me to keep going, so today I had some spare time so this is what I managed.

After making up the spare room, Sam took his life in his hands and woke Callen from his rather uncomfortable sleeping position on the living room sofa.

"I know you can sleep anywhere, but you need real sleep so let's get you a real bed." Said Sam putting out his hand for Callen.

Callen allowed Sam to help him to his feet and followed him down to the guest room, Callen knew exactly where it was, he had spent many nights there over the years before he had a real home of his own

"Deeks and Kensi dropped off your go bag, so get a nap and a shower. Dinner is at 6, Joelle will be coming." Said Sam in his parenting voice.

Callen didn't argue, removing his shoes and collapsing on to the bed.

Sam left him to sleep.

Sam sat on the front porch waiting for his daughter to get home from school, she would be happy to have him home again. He never grew tired of his reunions after being away from his daughter.

"Sam, would you go check on Callen." Said Michelle sticking her head out the front door.

Sam knew that if Michelle was asking him then something was wrong, Callen couldn't hide from either of the Hanna's. Sam extracted himself from the wicker chair and headed in to check on Callen, as he went down the hall to the guest room he could hear why Michelle has pulled him from his spot on the porch. Callen was coughing something awful. Sam was debating what to do when Michelle handed him a tea tray. Sam smiled as he knocked gently on the door.

"Come in" said Callen roughly.

Sam found Callen sitting on the floor of the guest room out of breath and sweat beading on his brow.

"Sit ups or push ups?" inquired Sam gently placing the tea tray on the dresser.

"Sit ups." Replied Callen bluntly.

"You know what the doctor's said."

"It would be a few weeks before I would be back at full steam"

"And not to push it, your lungs are already showing permanent damage."

Sam still had nightmares of Callen dying in his arms when he was shot on the street corner all those years ago.

"Michelle made you a pot of tea." Said Sam.

"Tell her thanks."

"You can tell her yourself after you have had a shower." Sam paused. "Kamran will be home anytime and she will be wanting to see Uncle Callen."

This got a smile out of Callen just before he started coughing again.