We’ve seen Sam and Callen as partners who have become more like brothers. They spar together to be in sync with each other’s movement when it comes to being out in the field and having each backs, ensuring they each make it back alive. They know each other’s habits, the good and the ugly, and will even take a bullet for the other (S4E17 ‘Wanted’). They’ve even argued over whose butt has needed saving the most. Yet how many times have we seen the former Navy SEAL go that extra mile for his partner?
In the pilot episode on the original NCIS, we saw Callen gunned downed by Venice Beach. Sam was there and tried every effort to save him. He mothers him and worries about him to no end. He’s placed himself in danger to save Callen from E.L.E in ‘Pushback’ (S1E08). Hetty even told Sam to be Callen’s anchor, just before she absconded to Prague and then to Romania. As a loyal partner, Sam has been through it all with Callen. He followed him to Romania to save Hetty, with Kensi and Deeks following suit. He’s rescued him when he was poisoned with botulinum (S1E ‘LD50′) and cyanide (S4E20 ‘Purity’) then diffused the bombs he was sitting on and strapped into in the ‘Chosen One’ (S4E13). But that’s not all. In season 5′s 100th episode, Sam and Granger went in to rescue Callen from the Comescus, after he had gone lone wolf, coming to his partner’s rescue, once more. And as we caught our breaths in horror, we saw him pull Callen off the train tracks on the subway, within a split second to spare of almost losing him, which resulted in Sam giving Callen a hug in Fallout (S5E08). Something we’ve never seen before.
We at Callen’s Corner, would love for you to create a FanFiction story, with the minimum words of 3,000 of Sam and Callen’s relationship as partners and brothers. No romance, just hurt/comfort, drama and action of Sam saving Callen in some dire situation either on the job, or from a lone wolf scenario involving Callen and his personal life. A special Prize for the winning entry is up for grabs.
For those of you who just like to read, we’re also giving a prize to the most heartfelt review on any of the entries.
We ask that you post in your description of your story Callen’s Corner Challenge #4, to help us find you. Also if you could please add your link into the comments below, as this will assist us in putting them up on the site for fellow readers to find your story.
ALL ENTRIES AND REVIEWS ARE DUE IN BY Friday, April 11, 2014.
The winners will be announced with an extract of the winning story in the following Friday’s post.
Here is an insert of justdreaming-83′s story ‘Almost Lost’, which led to this idea for the challenge; to inspire you:
CHAPTER 1 – Sam’s Premonition
Sam yawned as he navigated the Challenger through the back streets into Callen’s neighborhood, careful to travel a different route than the last time he picked his partner up for work. He had hoped it would be an uneventful Tuesday since they had worked a particularly hard case yesterday and did not get back to the Operations Center for Callen to file his report until well after dark. Sam was accustomed to the physical demands of his job as an NCIS agent but yesterday felt like several cases rolled into one. He and Callen had spent the entire day assisting Homeland Security with a case that ended with chasing the suspects on foot for several miles. When they caught up to them, the bad guys weren’t especially cooperative. Sam was paying for it today and guessed his partner had fared even worse. Somehow Callen had gotten paired with the suspect that was at least Sam’s size and almost as strong. Callen is no weakling by any means but his small size was no match for the gigantic form he was responsible for subduing.
They had planned to slip into work a little late today; so much for plans. Each team member had been summoned via phone at 7:00 this morning. Eric alerted them that a new case awaited and that their services were needed ASAP. Kensi was picking up Deeks and Sam guessed they were already on their way to the office by now. The younger agents had been in a training class yesterday and had managed to miss being involved in the marathon Homeland Security case and the foot pursuit, with the jabs, and tackles, and punches that went along with it.
Sam knocked on Callen’s door and did not get an answer. Callen was not known to sleep for more than a few hours at a time, and even then, not soundly. But he was beyond exhausted when Sam dropped him off last night. Sam knocked again. Still no answer. He hoped that Callen had not fallen back to sleep after the wake-up call from Eric. His partner had a tendency to come up swinging at whoever had the misfortune of waking him up and, this morning, Sam was in no mood to be used as a human punching bag. He let himself in the front door using the hidden key and called out, “G?” When he did not get a response, he took a few more steps into the living area, halfway expecting Callen to jump out of nowhere with his gun drawn. Sam could now hear the water running in the shower. Why was he not ready? Sam yelled even louder, “G!”
“Yeah,” Callen called back.
“Come on, G! Time to go!”
“Give me a minute.”
Sam sat down on the chair in the living room, the only real piece of furniture in the entire house. Callen had lived in so many foster homes growing up and never really had anything of his own. But it still seemed strange to Sam that a person could be content with so few possessions. He scanned the almost empty shell that served as living quarters for his partner and thought about how often he had seen this same emptiness in Callen’s eyes. G. Callen hated being pitied so Sam never really pushed the issue and knew better than to ask too many questions. But every so often, Callen would be right there on the edge of opening up, revealing a little part of his past. Then he would pull back, usually changing the subject or making a joke and even sometimes becoming angry with himself for allowing those memories to seep up so close to the surface. He was an expert at quickly shoving memories and emotions back into that secret compartment.
As Sam sat waiting, lost in thought, a bad feeling crept in; a sinking feeling like something was not quite right. This didn’t happen that often but almost always preceded something unpleasant. Just then Sam heard the water shut off in the shower. His eerie feeling began to subside and was now being replaced with irritation with his partner for making them late again. Several minutes passed before Callen entered the room, dressed, but moving a little slowly and not fully awake.
“What took you so long?” Sam barked, rising from his chair.
“I had to do my hair.”
To read the rest of this story, please go to Almost Lost
Thanks to justdreaming-83 for their permission to include this story.