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Tweak says, "I'm the woman."

Callen, G. (g_callen) wrote in omega_reality,
@ 2010-11-12 22:32:00

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*complete, 2010 11, character: g callen, character: sam hanna

RP: Sam and G
Who: Sam Hanna, G Callen
Where: New York, Fort Hamilton
When: Friday, November 12, 2010 - evening
Summary: Partners converse. It's what they do.

"We need an office," G said, walking back to the hotel with Sam.

His partner had been clocking in some scary hours with a punching bag in the gym ever since they got there two weeks ago. It was his stress relief, G knew. When something was eating at Sam, the bag took the brunt of it. Not that they talked much when something was bothering either one of them. Not unless they wanted to or needed to. But, they had a way of making it known to each other when they recognised the behaviour. Quietly leaving the door open, as it were, just in case.

And that was why, tonight, G had gone to the gym at the end of the day, waited until Sam was done punishing the bag for his own thoughts, then simply fallen in to walk back to their new 'home' together with promises of a run past the commissary to pick up dinner.

"We need a television, too," he added with a smirk. "If the Knicks or the Lakers exist, we're missing games." That would just be strange, thinking of a Los Angeles without it's champions. Dodger blue ruled the summer. Then, instead of leaves changing, the city turned purple and gold come October. It might not be much of an identity for a man to hold on to, but G was an L.A. boy at heart.

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sam_hanna
2010-11-13 01:18 pm UTC (link)

Sam had been training in a way that he hadn't done since his SEAL training. He spent a lot of time with the bag, but there was also running, swimming, target practice, enough sit ups and push ups to make people stop counting. He'd even asked an MP to tie his hands and feet so he could swim the length of the pool twice before starting submersion exercises. He might have scared a few people with that one. He didn't care; he was training and getting in shape for whatever was coming.

In all this training, his time with G was the one that had suffered. G was no slacker, but his training was less intense, preferring books and information. Sam could read the books when his muscles were too sore for more.

Tonight, G had appeared out of no where, although Sam knew better than to think that. However, the sudden pronouncement had him stop in the middle of the base, staring at his friend. "A TV? What about a bookcase? Then paperback, a bed, before you know you've settled down." He started walking again. "Three years I tell you to buy a TV and you want to get one in a different reality. You're weird, G."

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g_callen
2010-11-13 08:39 pm UTC (link)

G's smirk deepened. "I didn't need one at home. I had a laptop and we watched the games on yours."

Shaking his head, he thought about the idea of settling down for all of a second before dismissing it. G wasn't the settling down sort. Had no reason to be. He was a chameleon in their world, a ghost in this one. And it was easier to disappear when you didn't have roots to pull up. He was also carefully not thinking of the fact he actually had roots, a house, a grave for lost sister. All of that was gone. Back where they came from.

"Anyway, I have a bed." Hetty had refused to give him an empty room and a bedroll. That he happened to have stripped it and was using the bed covers as a bedroll was left unsaid.

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sam_hanna
2010-11-13 09:10 pm UTC (link)

"That's because I had a house. With furniture and a sweet plasma," he said. Strangely, he hadn't missed any of that. He was too busy thinking about the way things were in this reality to worry about the things at home.

"You don't have a bed. ICIS has a bed that you are temporarily using because you've been forced to. If you're even using it," Sam added, not convinced that G would be sleeping there.

"We can ask for a TV. I'm sure no one will say no. We can even go out and get one." He hinted a smile. "We can take that cheerleader with us, if we can convince her that we're not going to rape and kill her on the way there."

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g_callen
2010-11-14 03:11 am UTC (link)

"Exactly. So, I didn't need one." Leaning down, G picked up a few decent-sized rocks scattered on the edge of the road. He tossed them a bit in his left hand, before switching one to the right hand throwing it almost lazily down the way ahead of them. He might have moved from hotel to hotel. But, Sam's place had always been there when he was in between places.

He shrugged non-committally when Sam suggested he might not be using the bed. They'd been friends and partners long enough it wasn't a surprise Sam would guess accurately.

"Nah, we don't need it. Just wanted to see if you were paying attention." G could be infuriating sometimes and he knew it. He groaned at mention of the cheerleader. "I don't think Gandhi could convince her of that from what I hear."

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sam_hanna
2010-11-14 03:36 am UTC (link)

"We can always get one and put it in my room," he suggested. G had semi permanent roots in Sam's house, but refused to have them for himself. He never understood why it made a difference if it was his house or G's.

Sam looked at G and the little shrug and snorted. That was more than an admission and proof that he knew his partner all too well.

"I always pay attention. You're too slow for me most times." Sam chuckled. "She's a girl; she can't be that bad. The only one reckless enough to take Hetty on had to be a teenager in skimpy clothes and sparkle make up." No one sane would have done it, and teenagers were hardly sane. His thoughts went to Moe and another teenager who had suffered in a war between adults, and three children that were currently missing their father. Sam sighed. "She'll get better, hopefully."

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g_callen
2010-11-16 12:16 am UTC (link)

"If you want one." G chuckled to himself and tossed another rock down the road, watching it skip twice before it came to a stop some yards up.

"That's not slow. That's backtracking so you can catch up after being two steps ahead of you." He turned to smirk at Sam for a moment then shook his head. His friend was severely underestimating the damage teenagers could do, especially when they weren't teenagers but the just barely legal. That she had gotten to Hetty was...disconcerting. "If by get better you mean calm down and speak at a normal speed, I think you're aiming your hopes a little high," G said with a chuckle.

"So, what are we getting for dinner? Do you realise there's no In-N-Out on the East Coast? Even at home?" G wasn't the In-N-Out disciple many west coasters were. But, he found he was almost jonesing for a Double-Double just for the sake of familiarity, which was what was preventing him from wondering aloud if they even had In-N-Out in this Omega Reality at all.

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sam_hanna
2010-11-16 01:33 am UTC (link)

"We'll get one," he answered. It wasn't even a matter of want. They'd have to watch TV and it would never happen if he waited for G to get one. His Knicks might not exist, but there's still be basketball.

"Whatever you need to tell yourself to feel better. We both know that I'm the natural operator and better trained too." He didn't smile - too much, but it was the sort of banter that was missing for the past few days, making him even more tense. "I mean better enough that Hetty doesn't feel the need to kill her, which can happen as soon as she decides that we should take care of her."

Sam snorted. "Do you realize that I grew up in Brooklyn? Or that we don't have a car? Or that there's a fast food joint here on base. Those burgers all taste the same anyway."

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