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Callen’s Corner: Callen And The Beach
Childhood
The beach provides Callen with a special connection with his childhood. The few real memories he has of his Mother, Clara. Most of which he doesn’t remember, but perhaps the smell of the fresh sea air is a comfort to him because of it was some place he used to go to with Clara and his sister Amy. Outings, he doesn’t remember, but the scent is stored in his memory, making him feel like he’s home. And since these are rare and emotional moments for him, he prefers to spend time there alone.
Venice Beach
Sam stated that Venice Beach was the place of the crazies, in which Callen replied that he used to live there. So why did Callen choose to spend much of his time near Venice Beach? We believe it had much to do with the anonymity it afforded him. It was a haven for people looking to leave their old identity behind, blend in and become anonymous. Venice Beach afforded him a type of cover, a way of blending in even after he was discovered. He could become a ghost. He felt safe there, and it was the meeting place chosen by Callen and Sam, if either of them got burned.
Dear Friend,
When eloquent words of wisdom offer no reassurance for your troubled soul,
When words of consolation bring no comfort to your breaking heart,
I will still be there, standing silently at your side.
QUOTES
Full Throttle
“I would take a hammock and a sunset on a secluded coast somewhere.”
Standoff
“Buddy hated the beach.”
Lange, H
NCIS Special Agent G. Callen: [after recalling a childhood memory] “That’s the Black Sea.”
Sam Hanna: “Yes, it is.”
NCIS Special Agent G. Callen: “I always assumed it was the Pacific….California.”
Thanks to Mary, ChrisDaisy, Richtsje, Merrie, Fan G Callen and our editor sindee for their contributions.
Decidedly Deeks: Fanfic Challenge #1 Stories – Part I
Thanks to all the writers who contributed to our first Fanfic Challenge on Decidedly Deeks.
Here are the first three stories… have fun reading them and don’t forget to leave a review to the writer !!
And come back next week for three more…
Scarier than a monster by CALLEN37
He leaned back in his chair, swinging his legs and absentmindedly looking out of the window.
“Today as it is a Friday, and the Halloween party is next week, you are all allowed this afternoon to design your Halloween costumes, the theme for the party is to make your costumes as scary as possible, I want to see them by Wednesday and the scariest one will win a prize.” Mrs. Foster said looking at her class.
As usual there was the eclectic mix of children, the overachievers at the front which were hanging on every word she said. The mid range children who were excited and already starting to chat about the assignment, the ‘hard’ kids those who didn’t really care about what she said and wasn’t paying attention. Then there was him. He was a good kid, he tried hard, but in group activities he tended to close off.
She worried about him, she’d talked to the principal and suggested he call in the parents to find out what was going on with him.
He had sent a note home…he hadn’t been back for a week afterward, when he had come back he’d seemed more withdrawn.
He was a cute kid, six years old, shaggy blond hair and bright inquisitive blue eyes. He loved to solve puzzles, to figure things out, he stood up for the smaller kids against the bigger ones who tended to bully in the playground.
She knew he hung about with some of the poorer kids in school, she knew his family wasn’t as well off as most, hence the idea that they could make their costumes, it should save some money and things easier for those whose parents couldn’t afford to buy ready to wear costumes.
She walked over to him and lent over him, “You need to put all four feet of the chair on the floor to make it work Martin.” She smiled.
“Yes ma’am sorry ma’am.” He replied not meeting her eyes.
“Do you need any help in designing your costume?” she asked.
Martin shook his head, “No Ma’am….I’m coming as the scariest thing I know.” He said he took the paper and wrote his name on the top in a child type scrawl, MARTIN. A. BRANDEL.
He drew a head and two arms. Mrs. Foster sighed at least he was engaging. She knew enough not to send the class letter home which asked for his parents to donate some food or drink or a contribution to the class party, these were always left by his peg on the wall. He never took them home.
The bell rang for the end of the day and Martin shot out of his chair as usual he was the first one out of class. By the time the last child was leaving she looked over to the end of the field to see him as usual scaling the wall at the end to take the shortcut back to his trailer park home. She shook her head reminding herself to try yet again to get him to stop that.
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Pretending by new adventures
“You’re not going?” Kensi asked, a little shocked.
“Nope,” Deeks replied as he stuffed some papers and a laptop into his messenger bag.
“Let me guess. Candy is the number two killer after office chairs. Am I right?” Sam grinned at the shaggy-haired detective next to him.
Deeks shook his head. “Ha, but no. I just don’t see the need to devote an entire evening to dress up.”
“Free drinks? That’s the clincher for me,” Callen remarked.
“See Deeks? Even Callen is in the Halloween spirit.” Kensi looked at her desk mate. “What are you going as, G?”
“I was thinking about a federal agent in tactical gear.”
Kensi shook her head. “That’s cheating.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get G ready. You take care of your partner, ok? We’ll see you two at 10.” Sam and Callen headed out.
Deeks stood at the entrance of the bullpen. “Can you drop me off at my place before you go out? You, uh, you drove today.”
Kensi nodded and they walked out to her car.
“So you really don’t like Halloween? Too scary for the mighty Marty? HA!” She laughed in that frightening way that only Kensi Blye can do, too amused at her own joke.
“It’s not that I don’t like Halloween. I just don’t see the need to don a costume and go out in public,” Deeks replied matter-of-factly.
Kensi couldn’t leave the conversation at that. “Why? It’s just a night of fun.”
Deeks sighed as he looked over at the woman in the driver’s seat. “You really want to know?” At her affirmative head nod, he continued. “Too many years, too many memories.”
“Too many years of what? Of – HEY! Watch where you’re going Batman!” Kensi yelled out the open window. A group of super heroes clumsily wandered across the street in front of Kensi’s SRX. “Looks like Gotham’s finest got an early start.”
They drove in silence for a bit. “You really don’t want to go tonight? Could you at least explain why? I thought partners told each other everything.”
“You never did tell me about your friend and that guy in college…” Deeks brought up.
“Really? Nice change of subject,” she answered. “Please, Deeks?”
“Kensi, what do we do for a living?”
She frowned at him. “Did you forget?”
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Memories by cuttestnik
“The best way to forget bad memories is by making good memories”
“Deeks at least tell me the reason why you don’t want to come,” said Kensi.
Okay, starting from the beginning, it’s Halloween and as we don’t have any case, Hetty has arranged a Halloween party for all of us; which I declined. So here I am, on my couch with my one and only partner, Kensi, trying to convince me to come with her. The problem here is I don’t celebrate Halloween- let’s just say some painful memories are associated with it.
So I answer her by saying, “Kensi, it’s a long story, I’ll tell you later on.”
I really like Kensi’s company and we have already planned to spend our Christmas together, but Halloween is a different story and right now, I just want to sit with Monty on my couch and drink beer and forget everything and for Kensi to go enjoy the party. But when has Kensi Blye ever done what I want?
Kensi answered me with, “No. I want to know the story right now.”
Why didn’t I see that coming?
“Kens, it’s a long story. Aren’t you getting late for the party?” I tell her, trying to change the subject.
Kensi gives me a roll of her eyes and then sighs and says, “I’m not going anywhere without you Deeks. And you know what, I am all ears Deeks.”
I sigh and realize that I am wasting our time and if Kensi wants to know something, she will have it her way and there is no way that she is letting this go. Also, if I tell her then she might understand and may not force me to go to the party. So just to tell her, I look at her, and find her looking at me with those mismatched eyes I love and all I find in them is concern and care for me.
I decided not to waste any more time and I tell her, “There was this one time, I was 11 years old and I wanted to go to my school’s Halloween party. We were poor at that time but I told my mom that I really wanted to go and I begged her to allow me and she did. Not only did she allow me to go but she brought a costume for me. I really don’t know what she did but she got me a superman costume for Halloween.”
I stop after saying this, tears were forming in my eyes and then I continued, “I was so happy Kensi, my mom and I were going to the party and dad…” I stopped again, not knowing what to say and then I continue again, “He was out with his friends and said he would come home late and thus we had decided to go and come back ASAP without him knowing. So my mom and I, we both were ready and I was wearing that superman costume mom brought for me and we were walking towards the door, smiling and before we reach for door, it opened up and he entered.”
To which Kensi softly asks, “Your father right?”
Callen’s Corner: Callen’s House
The element of G Callen meets the element of something stable in his life for the first time: a house.
Not a home, but definitely the next best thing.
Formally a home belonging to his foster parents of long ago, the Rostoff Family, Hetty procured the house for Callen after Alina’s passing.
Go with us through the poignant images…
We watch him stop and look at the house from the outside, soaking in the moment. Though his stay with the Rostoffs was short, he had lived with this foster-family longer than any other… The familiarity of the key being hidden in the same place seems to bring him some sort of comfort. He opens the door and are able to see the house just as his foster sister Alina left it… And, by the look in his eyes when he steps through the door, it must have been very close to the way his foster parents had kept it. Whether it was the memory of the way it felt beneath his feet or the sound it made, or both, G seems amused when he steps onto the grate in the floor. He recalls Mrs. Rostoff there in the kitchen. She turns around in his memory and gives him a sweet smile. He plays with his “little sister” in another memory. He and Alina look so happy. Callen goes into one of the bedrooms and sits down on the very bed he slept on when he stayed there, years ago. He opens the closet door and runs his fingers over where he had carved his name and the date. More memories flood his mind. And, judging from the half-smile and the look of wonder in his blue eyes, they were good memories.
[Click the Welcome Home image to gain access to the desktop wallpaper.]
Callen allowed Hetty to railroad him into buying the house. He could have found a way to get out of it if he’d really wanted to. His accepting the house represented his willingness to attempt staying in one place. Or, as Dr. Nate Getz would add, allowing himself to heal just that much more.
Since coming home? Callen hasn’t purchased much furniture for his home. In fact, it’s sort of bare. He’s never owned much, so he doesn’t see the need for anything but the basics. He sleeps on his bedroll, as he’s done since he moved in three years ago. The only form of entertainment in the house is his chessboard, which he leaves on the floor. It may be a slightly sad situation, furnishings-wise, but it has created an opportunity for some great dialog:
G Callen: [a chair catches Callen’s eye] “That’s a nice chair.”
Sam Hanna: “What would you know? You don’t own any furniture.”
G Callen: “Well maybe it’s time I got a chair.”
Sam Hanna: [huffs] “Yeah!” [clears his throat and looks at the price tag] “$3,700.”
G Callen: “I don’t need a chair.”
[Sam walks into the armory, Deeks and Kensi on his heels.]
Sam Hanna: “Someone broke into Callen’s house last night.”
Kensi: “What?”
Deeks: “Did they steal anything?”
Kensi: “He’s got nothing to steal.”
[Callen unlocks his front door and turns in the light. We get a glimps of his living room for the first time. There’s a single chair, a side table with a few books on,and a tall lamp in the other corner. He walks into the kitchen, throws his keys on the bench and opens the fridge. Beer and a Chinese takeaway box from the previous night can be seen inside. He opens the bottle and throws the bottle top into the sink. He hears a creak. He closes the fridge and grabs his gun. He walks closer to the living room doorway, until he hears the footsteps. He looks and sees Hetty.]
Hetty: “I like what you’ve done with the place.”
G Callen: “Okay now. If this is about Arkady, I can…”
Hetty: “I would have done the same thing myself. No. This is about you, Mr. Callen. I know that you are looking for answers, but the thing about the past, is just that. It’s the past. Today is what’s important. And, I for one, am glad you’re here. I brought this for you. [Hetty passes a bag to Callen]
G Callen: “What did you buy me, a plant?” [takes it out of the bag]
Hetty: [laughs] “It’s an epiphyte. It’s perfect for you. [Callen sits down on his chair] It doesn’t require soil, you don’t need to water it. It absorbs moisture from the air. It doesn’t even need roots. But they make it more stable.
[Callen looks up at Hetty. He knows she is referring to him.]
Callen seems to work well with the house, yet he’s always alert and prepared to leave. He’s used to leaving. Something he learned as a child – something not easily overcome. Perhaps this will change when more light is shed on his past and he finds closure?
What do YOU think?
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