All about your heart

Chapter 4:

You're a butterfly hand captured

Warm and safe in your cocoon

He had always known that she had walls. He had walls just the same that over the years he had built up around him.

The walls she had put up had become her home for so long. She lived behind them, concealed behind them, protected within them and it had taken him a long time to slowly chip away at them.

He had to have patience just as she had needed with him but eventually they had opened up to each other, eventually they had stepped beyond their limits, the place that they knew they were safe. Eventually they took a risk, both of them, a risk on each other.

She had disappeared at the end of the day and Callen had arrived at her house to find it empty. He deliberated for several seconds, weighing up his options yet somewhere deep down knowing that he was going to leave and find her, his hands already picking up his keys before his mind made the decision.

It had taken a while, circling several streets and checking the places he knew it was most likely she would be. But he found her, he knew that he would. They had become pretty good and predicting the other.

Callen had walked down onto the sand kicking of his shoes before he left the car. He moved across the sandy expanse and watched her shoulders stiffen just slightly when he arrived closer to her. It wasn't long before he lowered himself behind her, placing his legs on either side of her body. He let his keys and phone rest on the ground beside him before wrapping his arms around her small waist and pressing a light kiss to her shoulder.

Go on you can take your time

Time is said to heal all wounds

They stayed there for almost twenty minutes in complete silence. He waited, never speaking, just waiting, patiently. He held her and felt as she gradually relaxed into him. He knew that she would tell him, he knew that she would explain what it was that had been distracting her all day. They had all noticed it, Hetty, Sam, Deeks, Eric, Nate and Nell, she hid it well, but Henrietta Lange wouldn't have hired them if they hadn't noticed,

"My Dad died 12 years ago today" her words were almost lost in the wind, carried away, as he hoped the sadness and torment within her would be. He held her tighter as she allowed her pulsing head to rest back on his left shoulder,

"Tell me about him" he said quietly and as the pair gazed over the horizon she did. She told him of her Dad, everything about him, what she loved the most, what she missed the most. And for the first time in 12 years she told someone of the night that she would never forget.

He was always patient with her and with time they shared more of themselves with the other than they had ever shared with anyone before.

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