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It was dark in OSP's tech room, where Hetty was briefing her two techs on a new case. At 7am they had been called in, and what they were hearing was not pretty.

Nell was finding this case quite disturbing, it brought up memories that she thought she had buried a long time ago. She could feel her partner watching her, as though he knew something was wrong. But she kept her eyes trained on the brightly light screen, where there was a live stream video of LAX, where firefighters and ambulance sirens rang through the speakers.

The airport had gone up in flames over an hour ago and only now did they have enough control over it to assess the damage. In front of the chaos a reporter was speaking to one of security guards.

"So did you see how this incident started Mr Aaronton?"

"Well, I wasn't right there, but from what I could see it looked like a bunch of pickpockets were going through security when they tried something funny. Donno what it was, but then a fight broke out. They punched the fella at the scanner and tried to take off, but me and Josh, that's my partner, and some other guys got a few of them…"

"So how did the fire start?"

"Well, I'm not precisely sure Ma'am, but I think one of them pulled something out and got the machine to spark. Then there must've been some kinda explosive-like substance in the bag in the scanner and everything just went up. "

"And what did these people look like."

"Well, real shady-like. Some of them were American, no doubt there. But they had some others with 'em, don't think they spoke a word of English. Some little kids to. If I was being honest with you, and I'm gonna be, the non-American folk looked a damn lot like what you would think them gypsies in Europe would look like."

This is where Hetty stopped the video. Left up on the screen was a birds-eye view of the ashes and smoke on the ground.

"They have started to compile a list of victims of the blast. There are many, too many. As you heard there were children there, many of whom have not yet been found." Nell noted the well hidden sadness in the older woman's eyes, this was a case that was going to hit home for everybody, not just herself. Then Eric spoke up

"So, we have a bunch of people come into the US, some of whom are American, stage what appears to be a terrorist attack, with lots of non-American children and people who look like gypsies. But none of this makes sense. Why would you bring children on an attack? Why gypsies? Something's missing." He looked confused and a little angry, which made sense, seeing what they had in front of them. But Nell was not paying attention to that; instead she was lost in her own thoughts and memories. She heard Hetty tell Eric to call the team in, but could not stop staring at the pictures in front of her. On the screen, more and more names came up on the lists of injured and killed. It terrified her.

"You ok Nell?" The sound of her partner's voice snapped her back to reality and she spun around to face him.

"Yeah, fine." She could see that her response did not satisfy her partner, but he didn't press the matter.

"Nell, go through the current list of vic's again. There has to be something we're missing." Callen said, leaning on the table in the middle of the room. The team had gotten there half an hour ago, Kensi and Deeks had already left to check out the crime scene, but they still didn't even know what the essence of this case was. Nell had an idea, but it wasn't very nice and would bring up questions that she didn't want to answer. Not yet anyway. She was still hoping for another outcome, any other outcome. "Nell?"

"Huh? Sorry, what?" She mentally shook herself; she had been so caught up in her own thoughts that she had missed everything that had been said.

"List of vic's please." The team leader sounded impatient, but she couldn't blame him, they had nothing.

"Oh, ok, well we have Anna-Beth and Julie Gregory, Caleb McMillan, Nia and Thomas Sesvek, Beatrice Bentleys, Katina Hanna…"

"Any relation Sam?" Eric butted in

"No" The agent stood with his arms crossed beside his partner, and looked none too happy to be asked the question.

"Well anyway, there's nothing that relates any of these people to each other, we've been through the list half a dozen times… oh!" Nell almost jumped in shock, the list had been added to.

"What? Oh…" Eric saw the number change as well, but it was evident that the two agents in the room had seen nothing.

"What is it you two?" Sam looked between the agents, wanting to know what they knew that he didn't.

"The list has more people." Eric walked over to stand beside Nell, who was staring at the screen intently once again. "Um, Simza Turk, Nadya and Florica Koren, Tsura Zupan, and Klavdija HaJhonz, they are all under age seventeen."

Nell backed up from the screen slowly, shaking her head. This couldn't be happening she thought, not again, not to her.

"Nell!" Sam took one look at the young analyst and hurried over. Eric and Callen followed suit. Closer up they could see she was crying and shaking uncontrollably. Concern for their team's youngest member took over their emotions as they pushed the case from their minds. Eric took one of her arms and looked at her face.

"Nell, Nell what is it?" She looked up at him, then back at the screen, sadness and anger taking over her body.

"R-re-peat-t… th-that l-last… na-name Er…ic. Pl-P-lease…" He carefully looked back round at the board, where the name now sat beside a picture of a young girl around 16 years.

"Klavdija HaJhonz?" He looked back at her face as she pushed away from him. "Nell, what is it?"

Then Nell's world started spinning and her vision blurred, she could feel herself push away from her partner and then let one word escape from her as the world went black.

"Sestra!"

Hey everybody!

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Yeah, still can't tell you what she is saying… although some of you might know!

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