Dislcaimer: I don't own NCIS:LA or it's characters. I'm making no money from this. I do however lay claim to Eleanor Willis and Greg Langdon and other OC's I may have forgotten about.

Note: I'm back. I think. I took a break from the longer fic I'm currently editing to write this. It finally worked for me. After about the tenth time of trying to write it. So this is a Callen and Ellie story. It takes place between Breaking and Entering and The Marriage Question. There will be three short chapters. Trust me it just works out better that way. Breaking it up any other way was... weird. Ummmm... What else? Oh yes, this first chapter was inspired by the Skillet song, Lucy. For some reason whenever I listened to that song this is what played in my head. Well I think that's all. So on with the story!

It was a typical day in LA. Warm, sunny, lots of traffic and smog.

NCIS Special Agent G Callen stood in the Inglewood Park Cemetery and looked down at the grave stone. The grass under his feet was freshly mowed and bits of the green plants littered the grey granite, dotting the name Eleanor Willis. His blue eyes filled with sadness as the agent took in the scene before him.

It was simple, as Ellie would have wanted. Just her name to mark her final resting place for eternity, though Callen was pretty sure that she never expected to reach this spot so soon.

He missed her. He missed her quick smile, he missed the sound of her voice, he missed her quiet acceptance of him, flaws and all. He missed almost everything about her, except for the being a cop thing.

Callen knelt to brush the grass clippings off of his friends grave marker. Gliding his hand over the smooth stone, Callen felt his grief intensify, not lessen as Dr. Nate Getz and Henrietta Lange had predicted. He shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't be visiting Ellie's grave. She should be pestering her partner, Detective Greg Langdon, spoiling her honorary nieces and nephews and giving him that look of hers that said she knew when he was holding back but wasn't going to press him about it. She should be catching killers, teasing her friends and ordering him to sleep in the guest room instead of on the couch. Ellie shouldn't be buried under six feet of earth.

"This is wrong," Callen whispered, not sure who he was talking to. He wasn't even sure Ellie could hear him.

Nate had urged him to visit, to talk to her like she really was there.

Callen wasn't a man who talked about his feelings easily. He was pretty good at dodging almost any discussion where they came up. But, standing at the final resting place of Ellie, he suddenly wished she was still alive so he could tell her how he felt about her.

Callen hadn't been able to even admit to himself that he cared about the LAPD Detective until he received the news that she had been shot and killed in the line of duty.

It had been a shock, hearing the words from Hetty. Callen hadn't even been aware Hetty knew about Ellie but it shouldn't have surprised him that she did. Hetty knew all it seemed.

Callen glanced upward, towards the blue sky and wondered if Ellie was really up there somewhere like some believed.

Shaking his head at his own foolishness and looking back down at the neatly engraved words, Callen felt his heart give another squeeze. What he wouldn't give to have her back so he could tell her she was worth breaking his rule for. If only he had come to that realization before it was too late.

Callen stood up, the guilt and grief heavy. So many regrets, so much sadness.

He turned to leave and there she was. Her short light brown hair and blue print sundress waved lightly in the breeze. Ellie was smiling at him, her brown eyes warm. She was just standing there six feet away from him, barefoot and beautiful.

"G?" she said softly.

Callen couldn't say anything. He was certain he was hallucinating.

"G?" she tried again, more insistent this time.

Still Callen couldn't say anything. He was afraid to blink, afraid if he did Ellie would disappear.

"G." There was a pleading undercurrent to her voice. She was trying to get his attention and he wasn't listening.

"G, please wake up!" Ellie was flat out begging now, pressing for him to listen, to obey.

Callen wondered why she was asking him to wake up when he already was awake.

Then he opened his eyes.

The cemetery disappeared.

In its place was Ellie's guest room.

To be continued...

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