I'm really sorry for the delay, y'all. My muse has been incredibly unhelpful as of late ... Enjoy!

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Several weeks later, Callen stood in the cemetery, looking down at the headstone at his feet. It was still early in the morning, and a cool gust of wind swept over him from time to time. He had set out on a run to clear his head, not planning to stop by, but his feet had taken him there, and now he stood lost in thought.

He heard a muffled footfall behind him and turned slightly. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth as he turned forwards again. "Didn't expect to see you here."

The newcomer stopped beside him, joining him in looking off into the distance. "I had a feeling you would be here."

They said nothing for a few moments, then the man beside him spoke again. "You know you did your best."

Callen ran a hand over his head. "I know that. I just can't help thinking about what happened to Dom and how if we had gotten to him as soon as we got to you, things could have been different."

"Don't do this again." Sam adjusted his sling as he continued, "You know as well as I do that you need to put it behind you and move on. The memories are important, but torturing yourself with them doesn't help."

Callen shot his partner a look. "You've been hanging around Hetty too long, Sam."

The other man chuckled. "I guess I have."

"Just watch yourself next time," Callen told him, the grin fading slightly. "I don't want to have to pull you out of something like that ever again."

"Hey, you want to get a bite to eat?" Sam asked after a moment of silence. "I think Deeks said something about hamburgers."

"You're going to trust Deeks to find us a decent place to eat?" Callen raised an eyebrow.

Sam shrugged. "It was either that or let Kensi find something."

"Ah," Callen nodded. "Let's go with the hamburgers."

Sam chuckled. "Come on; they're waiting for us."