Revenge
Prologue
Sam could not help looking at him with wide open eyes and mouth agape. "G, this is not the behavior of a sane person, are you aware of that?"
"I think you're overreacting a bit too much," he replied, "You're taking this furniture thing as a personal fact".
"You can't live without furniture," he pointed out.
"Why not?" Callen shrugged "My house is fine!"
"You should at least have a bed".
"I have a mattress!"
"It's outrageous!" They heard Hetty's hoarse voice shouting directly from her office.
Everyone was well aware of the many talents of the director of NCIS Los Angeles, including the ability to always know everything, to be able to hear everything that her agents say. But that was really too much: how the hell did she hear Callen and Sam speak, from so far away?
But when the little woman continued to rant animatedly, they understood that Hetty was badly arguing with someone that was irritating her at the phone. They looked cautiously towards her, frightened that she could notice them, and watched her gesticulating and shouting.
"That is absolutely unacceptable," she was repeating for the third consecutive time. "Really unacceptable. Of course I had to be warned before!"
"She's been doing that since I arrived," interjected Nate, psychologist and profiler on the team. In his hands a dossier and with a worried expression on his face, he looked in the direction of their boss with a frown.
"Do you know who made her so angry?" asked Sam.
"Director Vance" he answerd, shifting his eyes to his colleagues.
"Vance? Ad she screams so much?" Callen was definitely shocked by surprise. Hetty was a great woman, who despite her stature could always get respect from anyone, but she would have never show such anger towards her superior.
"As far as I understood, some people are going to be here soon and she was not informed"
"People are already here," said an icy female voice behind them.
The three gasped, but the woman did not flinch at all. She glared them with her big chocolate brown eyes . She crossed her arms under her breasts and introduced herself: "I'm Miranda Gayscone, director of NCIS in Seattle," she nodded to the man beside her, "And this is one of my men, Special Agent Owen Porter". The man, with broad shoulders and an agitated expression on his face, shook hands with the three LA agents.
In that moment Hetty appeared, with pursed lips and her hands hidden in the pockets of her jacket. "Miranda".
"Henrietta" she greeted, curving her lips in an just slightly more friendly expression. "I'm sorry I couldn't inform you before, but things have happened very quickly"
"Oh, I know. I was just told what happened"
Callen cleared his throat. "Uh... What happened?"
Miranda turned her head towards him. "One of my agents has been captured, Special Agent Callen. And you are going help me to find her."