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Savannah Monroe (savannah_monroe) wrote in omega_reality,
@ 2010-12-31 13:12:00

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*complete, 2010 12, character: april kepner, character: derek morgan, character: g callen, character: marty deeks, character: sam hanna, character: savannah monroe, dead: abby sciuto, dead: henrietta lange, dead: leon vance, dead: michael westen, dead: neal caffrey, dead: penelope garcia, dead: peter burke

RP: New Year's Eve Party
Who: Public
Where: Savannah's room
When: December 31, 2010
Summary: It's time to watch the ball drop

This wasn't the party that she had imagined. She had visioned that they would be in their own house, with everything cooked to perfection, but this was something she could do and instead of worrying about what could have been, she did her best to make this as welcoming as possible.

Savannah had obtained as much food as possible from the commissary. It turned out that they cooked, so there was thinly sliced roast beef that could fold it and eat it without a knife. She had made a tuna spread to go with it. It also seemed that many of the soldiers were from the South, which meant that she could find fried chicken wings. There were also plenty of chips, cheese spreads, cheese fondue, nachos, dates, nuts, and whatever finger food she could find. There was also a chocolate fondue, cookies and pies for dessert. Soda, beer and some spumante for the midnight.

She got dressed for the occasion in a sparkly dress. There was whatever pop music they had here. She didn't know most of the singers, but she knew what she liked and what was appropriate for a party. Everything was as good as it was going to get, and they were together, and right now, she didn't think that they could ask for much more. As the night progressed, she made sure that everyone was happy and having fun (or as much as you could in such small quarter). With food, music and beer, they just needed to wait for the ball to come down at midnight.

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Re: Savannah/G

savannah_monroe
2011-01-01 05:49 pm UTC (link)

"And you're not that bad the way you are," she teased.

"Not only of us have that ability. Some of us actually need to read this to remember them." She smiled. "So what is your name?" She wouldn't mind calling him by a real name once in a while, even if she understood that he didn't feel it as his.

She winced at his explanation. "Still, you're putting yourself in a situation where you have to do that. That's... demeaning. It's supposed to mean something. It's not just about enjoying it, but liking the other person, caring for him, trusting him, opening yourself up in ways that you wouldn't with anyone else. To do all of that for a job is--" She couldn't imagine having to be in that situation. Flirting she could understand. It was what they basically did with the Boosters, but really making out was different. "You can teach me how to shoot a gun, but I'm not doing that. I don't care if the entire world would blow up. I'm not making out with someone because it's a job."

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Re: Savannah/G

g_callen
2011-01-01 07:21 pm UTC (link)

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.

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Re: Savannah/G

savannah_monroe
2011-01-01 07:35 pm UTC (link)

"Thanks!" She gave him her brightest smile.

She nodded. Deciding that not talking about Hetty was best. "Charlie? Mmmm, it doesn't really fit you. Charlie is friendly, smiles a lot, talks to people, likes parties and spends his nights at the bar with his pals." She looked at him for a moment. "You told me that you become them, those identities, does that mean that you would become that person? Because that's not right. You shouldn't have to change that much for a job." She kissed his cheek again. "It's okay to be whoever you want with us."

Savannah was glad of that, because she didn't think she could do it even if he asked. "Illusions or not, I'd rather not have to try. I can flirt with people, though, learned with the Boosters. Old perverts, that's what they are. They pay for the football, but want the cheerleaders to go bring their tickets, but they know better than to touch. Losing their seats is the only thing that stops them, although I always feel like taking a shower after we go. It's like they are taking our clothes off with our their eyes. So nothing can be that bad."

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Re: Savannah/G

g_callen
2011-01-01 10:14 pm UTC (link)

"Or, Charlie is a cagey old coot who retired from the Miami fire department five years ago and scowls at the kids playing on the sidewalk outside his house, making too much noise, destroying the neighborhood. But, he's also the first one off his porch and at their defense if there's trouble. Mothers and nannies love him and he'd never tell anyone but he's secretly touched by the baked goods they insist on bringing over just because they have extras."

G shook his head, dismissing his own spur of the moment description. That wasn't Charlie. Hers wasn't exactly Charlie, either. "Now, Charlie Donovan, he's just a working class guy who wanted to do a little good in the world. He thought about working for the local PD, but he had bigger dreams than that, wanted to change the world. So, he went to work for the government. His favourite bar is the neighborhood pub where there's a game always on and the food doesn't require beer to be edible. Not much for politics, he's earned his way up by being a solid, honest worker. And, no, he doesn't always smile, but he has a sincere voice that people respond to and he takes time to listen when they talk. He loves crime novels with attention to factual detail, but hates cop shows because most of them get it wrong. And there just might be a girl down at the pub he's had his eye on for years, but is too shy to speak to because a pretty, sassy girl like her is never going to look twice at an Average Joe investigator. So, he tells her he loves her in large tips and quiet thank yous when she serves him his Guinness."

Taking a sip of beer, he shrugged. "Out there, yes, that's who I'd be. Charlie Donovan. It's not for everyone and there are relatively few people who are really good at it. It's necessary sometimes. Better to don a persona and go undercover for information than to risk people getting hurt in a head on confrontation." There were other reasons, of course, but that was the easiest to explain. Certainly easier to explain than how welcome it was for him to put on somebody else's life than his own.

"I wouldn't ask you to." She had a long way to go before she could handle an undercover assignment. If he was lucky, he'd never have to do more than take her out to a crime scene and let her analyse evidence in the op center. Keep her out of the field as much as he could. Although, he had to wonder, if she could tell the 'old perverts' in the Boosters were undressing them with their eyes, how had she missed Westen's once over? He wasn't going to disabuse her of the notion nothing could be as bad as that, however, not if he didn't have to.

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Re: Savannah/G

savannah_monroe
2011-01-01 10:38 pm UTC (link)

She made a face and shook her head. "No, Charlie doesn't scowl. It's not a name that scowls, but I can see the hidden human side. That's really not hard to imagine." She didn't think that was Charlie, but G. She didn't say that, though.

"I think Charlie needs to be brave and talk to the girl or the boy and be with someone instead of being alone, because friends aren't always enough." She wouldn't stop worrying about G simply because he said that some people were okay with being alone. She didn't think anyone could be happy that way.

"It can't be easy being so many people people." She wasn't sure she agreed with him. "I know getting people hurt is bad, but is sacrificing a few people by letting them give so much of themselves better? I don't know, G. No one should have to do that, no matter what you say about personal sacrifice and greater good. You shouldn't have to do it either."

She nodded. "That's good, because we'd have a problem if you did. I still don't like that you have to ask anyone." She sighed and then smiled. "We shouldn't be talking about these things tonight. You should have fun like everyone else. We can talk about these things some other time." She hugged him tight. "Don't worry about things tonight," she whispered. "We're all right."

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Re: Savannah/G

g_callen
2011-01-01 11:37 pm UTC (link)

G couldn't help smiling at her expression. Things were always just so for Savannah, fit into neat little packages of right and wrong, good and bad. In a way, it was endearing, even if it was scary as hell at the same time. "Charlie might. If he finds a girl," he chuckled. Charlie might. But G knew better than to get involved with anyone when he was using a cover. Once bitten, once burned, twice paranoid. "But, it all depends on the friends, Savannah. Sometimes a good friend is really all a person needs."

He shrugged again. "Nothing comes without a sacrifice, no matter how small. And this is something I'm good at, very good at. I chose it as much as you chose cheerleading." Easy? Not all the time. Easier than being G Callen sometimes? Absolutely.

"I don't have to ask anyone. Not yet. Maybe not ever. It's just something to be aware of." He smirked. "As you've pointed out, I'm not normal. I'm willing to do things many aren't to get the job done. But, no, it's not something we have to worry about tonight." Returning the hug, he didn't quite manage to get the smile into his eyes. But, he wasn't going to spoil her party any more than he would stop worrying. "Go enjoy you're party. Everything's fine."

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