A Thought Experiment
Sep. 4th, 2012 10:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miss_lucy21This is just an idea that sort of popped into my head while I was working at the temp gig (which has a fair amount of downtime). What if G Callen had been born female? How would that change things?
The woman standing in front of Sam was...average, he decided. Average height, average weight, average build. She had a slightly rounded face that could probably pass for anything between 20 and 40 with the right makeup, although he figured she had to be at least in her mid-30s. She had blue eyes that were narrowed at him with thinly disguised hostility.
Her clothes were loose enough to obscure her figure, but not baggy enough to be called sloppy. She had the barest trace of makeup on, and it made Sam think of camouflage. Protective coloring. Her dirty blonde hair was twisted back in a "get it out of my way" type of knot.
She was wary and hostile. He'd been warned that she didn't take well to new people and that she wasn't terribly happy with the idea of having a new partner. He decided to just ignore the attitude and pretend that there was nothing unusual about a woman who was purported to be the best undercover NCIS asset had staring daggers at him before he'd even introduced himself.
"Sam Hanna," he said, reaching out a hand in greeting.
"I know," she replied, not accepting the handshake.
"You are G. Callen, right?" he asked, pulling his hand back. She nodded. "What's the G stand for?"
"Doesn't," she said, her shoulders tensing.
"Oh," Sam replied. He shrugged. "Okay, that's cool." She relaxed almost imperceptibly and he counted it as a win.
Eight hours later, Sam decided that being partners with G Callen was probably going to be hazardous to his health. A week later, he almost marched into Macy's office and demanded to be reassigned before one of them wound up dead. A month later, he'd figured a few things out and started tossing candy at her when they were in the car for extended periods of time. Six months later, she almost trusted him, and he was glad that he didn't give up on people.
The woman standing in front of Sam was...average, he decided. Average height, average weight, average build. She had a slightly rounded face that could probably pass for anything between 20 and 40 with the right makeup, although he figured she had to be at least in her mid-30s. She had blue eyes that were narrowed at him with thinly disguised hostility.
Her clothes were loose enough to obscure her figure, but not baggy enough to be called sloppy. She had the barest trace of makeup on, and it made Sam think of camouflage. Protective coloring. Her dirty blonde hair was twisted back in a "get it out of my way" type of knot.
She was wary and hostile. He'd been warned that she didn't take well to new people and that she wasn't terribly happy with the idea of having a new partner. He decided to just ignore the attitude and pretend that there was nothing unusual about a woman who was purported to be the best undercover NCIS asset had staring daggers at him before he'd even introduced himself.
"Sam Hanna," he said, reaching out a hand in greeting.
"I know," she replied, not accepting the handshake.
"You are G. Callen, right?" he asked, pulling his hand back. She nodded. "What's the G stand for?"
"Doesn't," she said, her shoulders tensing.
"Oh," Sam replied. He shrugged. "Okay, that's cool." She relaxed almost imperceptibly and he counted it as a win.
Eight hours later, Sam decided that being partners with G Callen was probably going to be hazardous to his health. A week later, he almost marched into Macy's office and demanded to be reassigned before one of them wound up dead. A month later, he'd figured a few things out and started tossing candy at her when they were in the car for extended periods of time. Six months later, she almost trusted him, and he was glad that he didn't give up on people.