Re: Savannah/G
G chuckled. "I guess you're not that bad, either.
"And that's why Hetty will send a list." He gave her a slight smirk. Most agents with any skill at deep cover had good memories. They had to. But, G knew he'd trained his to an even higher level of recall than most accomplished. "Charlie Donovan," he supplied easily. The name had been simple enough to choose once he'd known who he was outside the gates. He wasn't G Callen out there. There was no G Callen. There was no Charlie Donovan, either. But Charlie had a name and a face and a paper trail G would never have here. Charlie's background gave him a name.
"I will never ask you to," he said emphatically, though his mental version was something more akin to Hell no and no fucking way! "It's not something that's commonly asked of agents, for one thing. For another, usually an illusion or lead-up with no follow-through is enough." G just happened to be the sort of agent willing to go however far he needed to in order to get the job done and if that had included spending the night with a suspect or informant on rare occasion, then so be it. It was just sex. Just his body. What she described, trust and opening up? That was how he felt about talking about himself honestly.