After watching “Parley” I’m bumping this post to the top again and re-opening the comments… Bratty much, Callen ??
Well, it’s true. G Callen has his bratty moments.
Almost like a girl wanting her chocolate. Look into my lovely eyes. Go get me chocolate. Now. Please. Thank you.
Yes. Take that moment of “I want it,” or the feeling of it, or the essence, whatever, and think about all the times you’ve watched our blue-eyed hero dance through danger, brandish his gun, go head-to-head with Hetty, and be, well, himself. You can’t deny it. I can’t, either: G Callen has his bratty moments.
I really think that his first love is being difficult. Cheeky, if you will. But lets think back. There was that one time when Sam was talking about his whatever-whatever-grade safe beneath his livingroom floor where he keeps his valuables. Remember the Michael Jackson glove? The one with sequins? Remember how G tried to get Kensi to say something negative about it, and failed miserably? That face. That look that he gave Sam after Kensi replied, “King of Pop?”
The Brat Denied Face.
What about the time G introduced us to Arkady? Remember, Arkady climbed into his limousine and there Callen sat, gun drawn, tense, but faking calm? G greets the Russian, his blue eyes accusing. “Hello, Arkady.”
The Brat On A Mission Face.
The Horse paper basketball game. Where Sam had ‘H’ and Callen had ‘H-O’ (or was it the other way around?) and they were trying to out-do each other. Callen calls his shot and makes it. The look he gives Sam.
The ultimate example? Included Deeks. Don’t widen your eyes like that. You remember it, too. The episode name was “Fame.” There was a certain credit card involved. I believe it was a sleek, black credit card. Hetty had granted it for the undercover operation at that ritzy club. Deeks was threatened with a letter opener not to allow more than $5,000 on that card. Hetty meant business. When Callen figured it out, he said, “Some people have to learn the hard way.” Then he smiled big and ordered two more $1,000 bottles of champange.
I know that you’re thinking about it now. You see it, too. Well? Don’t just sit there. Be epic and tell us what bratty G moments you recall in the comments.