A/N - Just wondered what might have been going through his mind at the grave site. One-shot. Love to know what you think.
Disclaimer - Don't own anything you recognise, just having fun.
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Callen walked slowly, not entirely sure if he wanted to be here even if he needed to be. When Hetty had suspended him, she had given him a piece of paper with the location of the grave of Hannah Lawson. Well actually, Amy Callen. He noticed the flowers but the oddness didn't register, at least not yet.
Callen knelt down and reached out to the head stone, to touch it. It was the closest he could come to reaching out to his sister. Someone he didn't know, though now at least now he had a memory of her. Something to remind him he hadn't always been alone. Maybe, if he was lucky, more might follow.
He'd had a sister. He still couldn't believe it. So much had happened in the last couple of days, so much information, so close to knowing. He'd found someone who had known his sister. He'd found a foster mother who cared so much about her kids, who hadn't believed him about being from a lawyers office. But she'd still let him in, still answered his questions and still cared. Callen wished there were more like her for those like him.
He wondered why they had been separated and still wondered about his name. Why had Amy never spoken his name? Why had she only ever called him baby brother? There was still so much he didn't know and he had been so close.
Callen glanced down at the flowers and something in his mind registered. He frowned. Hannah was an orphan. Who would be leaving her flowers, especially now? She'd been dead for so long. There was a card. He reached out for it, not sure what he would find, but he couldn't stop himself.
'For my Sweet daughter,
Always in my heart'
Daughter? No, Hannah's parents were dead. Who else would leave ... Amy. These weren't for Hannah. They were for Amy. From Amy's parent. It says 'my' not 'our', just the one. His parent. A tingling ran up his back, he felt like he was being watched. He slowly turned his head looking around. He looked hard, his instincts making him focus in a particular direction, but he couldn't see anything or anyone. The tingling stopped. But he knew. Someone was watching him. Someone had always been watching him. But who?
