WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS
Based on the TV Show "NCIS"

Holy schamoly! O.O Another chapter in the same day! I just started typing this and couldn't stop. So this chapter I'm afraid might be a little less popular, the reason being the first word of it, but I hope you'll read anyway.

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Chapter 11: Normally

Callen entered the workout room for the NCIS agents in Moscow. He normally came at this time because no one was here. Except this time.

She looked like she was in her early teens, maybe 13 or 14 at most. Her long, curly, brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she was wearing a blue tank top, black leggings and tennis shoes. And she was pissed.

Callen actually winced as she wailed on the punching bag in front of her. "Damn!" She turned at his exclamation. "What did that bag ever do to you?"

She blew a loose lock of hair out of her face. "I figured that it was better to take my wrath out on it rather than the actual causes of my anger," she answered sardonically; then turned back to the bag and kicked it repeatedly.

"Remind me to never piss you off," he commented, setting his workout bag against the wall and heading over to her. "My name's G. Callen."

She backed off the bag for a moment. "What's the 'G' stand for?"

He shrugged. "Nice arm," he nodded at her prosthetic.

She glanced down at it. "Yeah. I've been thinking of getting a tattoo," she deadpanned.

He smirked, moving behind the punching bag to hold it for her.

She considered him for a moment. "Kelly Gibbs."

Callen cocked an eyebrow. "Gibbs as in Leroy Jethro Gibbs?"

"My dad."

He nodded. "I like him. Good man."

"I know." She said it like it was totally obvious; he had to smile at her words.

"So," he braced himself and nodded for her to continue. She slammed her left fist into the bag with surprising strength. "Who the hell made you this angry and how?"

She scowled and put even more force behind her next punch. "This place!" Her right elbow slammed into the bag. "These people!" she snarled. "Treating me like I'm going to break," drove a knee into the padded surface, "if they breath," another hard punch, "on me!" Her kick actually drove him back a few paces.

"Crap!"

Kelly blushed. "Sorry," she glanced at him apologetically.

"It's alright, you didn't hurt me." He straightened up. "Just surprised me. You have a lot of strength behind those hits."

She shrugged. "My dad taught me. Jenny is also quite encouraging of it as well."

He nodded. "I forgot that Jenny and Jethro are married."

"Yeah, they only got married just before we left the States." She motioned to switch places with him; he raised an eyebrow, but that was all before moving in position.

"So, why do people think that you will break?"

She looked at him incredulously; then held up her prosthetic.

He shrugged and landed his first punch. "Doesn't seem to stop you."

"It doesn't," the teen confirmed. "But the idiots at the school seem to think that I somehow warrant extra care with my 'condition' and won't let me participate in sports." She rolled her eyes. "What they seem to ignore is the fact that at my old school I played on the basketball team and participated in gym with all the other kids, along with having outside of school horseback riding, martial arts, boxing and going to the range at least once a week."

Callen paused. "You can shoot a gun?"

She nodded her head giving him an "Of course" look, like it was perfectly normal.

He slammed a fist into the bag. "So did you tell them all of this?"

"Yeah."

"And they won't let you play sports."

"Nope," she popped the "P".

"Well that does suck."

"Yup," she popped again, obviously annoyed.

"But you're not going to be here forever."

Kelly pulled a "Yeah, but it still sucks" face. "Dad said that we'll be home come June, August at the latest, so that I'm definitely home in time to start high school with my friends."

"Well, why don't you make some friends at school while you're here?"

She cocked an eyebrow. "And you think I haven't tried?" She pursed her lips. "A lot of them treat me like I'm a freak because of my arm." He halted in his assault of the bag and she pushed away from it. "I miss my friends, classmates, teachers and the parents back home, who don't treat me like I'm made of glass or like I have some sort of disease." She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the floor. "I just want to go home."

Callen placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hey."

She looked up still, frowning.

"Forget them."

She pursed her lips.

"Tell you what." He stepped back. "Come here this time of day any time and I'll spar with you."

She looked at him suspiciously. "You promise not to take it easy on me?"

He smirked. "Why the hell would I do that?"

She eyed him distrustfully.

The young agent rolled his eyes and reached out to lift her prosthetic arm. "In here, this," he indicated the prosthetic, "does not exist."

Hope entered her expression. "Really, you'll treat me normally?"

"Cross my heart," he promised.

She gave him a look. "I'm not six ya know." Then she looked down at the floor and quirked her mouth to the side in a slightly unsure gesture. "But thanks."

Callen grinned. "No problem."

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So I know that NCIS: LA is not so popular with many but I thought that this was kinda a fun scene to throw in. And it was just too vivid in my mind not to write it. So I think I might throw one or two more scenes I Russia, but they won't stay long. I have too much planned for them back State-side. ;) I hope you liked it! Please let me know what you think!

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