"Miss Grace," a small Somalian refuge child called. The children couldn't speak English but they did know the name of one their favorite people.

Grace had been assigned to a Somalian refuge camp that was run by the u.s. because of frequent raids on groups of marines, stationed there to help protect the refugees, and kidnappings of children.

Although the kidnappings weren't part of her mission, Grace was sure they were connected and was going to do whatever it took to find those kids.

Grace caught the soccer ball that was kicked her way. She threw it back, telling them to be careful but knew that they couldn't understand her.

Grace made her way to the medical tent to interview the victims of last nights attack.

After rinsing her hands in the bowl of water in the front of the tent, Grace didn't know how much the water help, considering, it was changed maybe once a day, due to the constant drought.

She turned around and bumped into someone. "Oh, I'm sorry, lance corporal Graves," she apologized.

"It's my fault agent Callen," he apologized.

"How many times have I told you to call me Grace," she smiled. Grace would be lying if she said she wasn't attracted to the young corporal.

"Only if you start calling me Adam," he replied.

"Ok," Grace agreed, "if you'll excuse me, I need to go and talk to the men who were hurt last night."

"Well if you don't mind, can come with you? Considering I'm supposed to be helping you," Adam asked

"Technically you're only supposed to assist me in taking down who ever is doing this, but yes," Grace smiled.

Grace finished her questioning, which proved to be most unhelpful. The best information she'd gotten was they came from the north.

She left the tent, frustrated, with the lance corporal following.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"I've been here for 3 months. there's a chance I might be here for 3 years," Grace said, "I miss my family."

"I know how you feel, my son is 15 months old," Adam said, "I left right after his birthday."

"My little sister is 2 1/2." Grace's heart fell a little because Adam was taken, but of course he would be.

"How many kids are in between?" Adam asked.

"Oh, it's just Georgia and I," Grace laughed a little as she started walking out towards the outer parts of the camp.

"She must have been a surprise."

"Not really," Grace said and Adam went wide eyed with curiosity.

"I guess I should explain," Grace laughed.

"Yeah, you should."

"Well, my dad wasn't apart of my life until I was fifteen because he didn't know I existed. My mom died when I was 14. Then when I was 16 he got married. Then bam!" Grace clapped her hands together and yelled a bit, making Adam jump a bit, "4 months later I find out my step mom is pregnant."

Adam nodded, "you seem to like kids."

"Love 'em," Grace smiled.

"They love you too, I keep hearing your name in the kids' conversations," Adam said, "So how old are you exactly?"

"You mean you haven't looked at my file?"

"Never got one. Just your name," Adam said.

"I'm 19," Grace replied.

"How'd you get to be an NCIS agent at..."

"Special circumstances," Grace cutoff, "so, how about you tell me about you now."

"Ok, what do you want to know?" Andrew asked.

"Tell about your son, your wife, where you're from, anything, I don't know," Grace said.

"First off, I'm not married."

"Oh?"

"His mom kind of left, three days after he was born."

"I'm sorry," Grace said.

"You don't have anything to be sorry about."

"I don't see how anyone could just walk out of their child's life," Grace said.

"Even though he doesn't have his mother, it's probably for the best," Adam said, "I haven't seen her since and that's ok."

"So what's your son's name?"

"Tyler," Adam said, pulling a picture out of his pocket, "that's him."

"He's adorable," Grace smiled, "he looks like you."

"Did you just call me adorable, agent Callen?" Adam smirked.

Grace laughed, blushing slightly, "possibly, and it's Grace. You sound like my boss."

"Point taken. You know, looking back. It probably wasn't the best idea to have a kid at 19 but I don't regret it."

"You know, it's not every day someone is willing to take the responsibility you did," Grace said.

"So what did you learn about me from my file?" Adam asked.

"Everything about you career and that was about it," Grace replied.

"I don't have my son in there you mean," Adam replied.

Grace shrugged, "I guess."

"I'll see you later, agent Grace Callen," Adam said.

"See you later, lance corporal Adam Graves," Grace smirked as he walked away.

A/N

Yep, there it is! If you hadn't caught on Jacob is out of the picture (for now)