Sadly I do not own any of the characters from NCIS: Los Angeles. I do own Rachel Haven though
How exactly I was going to get Callen to trust me again, I didn't know. Especially after everything that had happened the last time we were together. The CIA would start covering their tracks soon, first starting with the flight risks, and then ending with me. The truth was, Callen was the only one who could possibly keep me alive, and for the first time in my life, I will admit that I need him.
I will admit, this isn't my best plan at getting Callen's attention, but it's the best I had. I stood across the street of the empty house, I knew for a fact that it was one of Callen's old houses, one of the perks of having contacts outside the agency. I saw the security camera for the house across the street and made sure it got a full shot of me before I raised the hood of my sweatshirt and hit the button on the remote in my hand. I quickly started walking away towards my car that had mud strategically placed on the license plate. I watched the house burn as I rode down the road; hopefully he would get the message, and fast, before I ended up dead.
Sitting on the edge of the beach with a dark clothes and sunglasses is not what I should be doing, but if Callen got the message, then he would know to meet me here, at the place where we first met on our first mission.
Footsteps came up behind me and a cup of coffee came appeared in front of me. "You've kept me waiting G" I reply taking it and taking a sip.
"Sorry, I forgot how impatient you were" he said sitting down beside me. We sat together for a few minutes before he took a sip and said "Will you tell me the reason for blowing up one of my houses?"
"I needed to get your attention" I replied.
"Well you have it now, but trust me, a phone call would have done the trick" he said.
I turned to look at him, he was the same, and in my heart, I still had feelings for him, I just didn't know what the feelings meant. "We can't talk here, it's too dangerous, is there someplace we can talk safely? Without a fear of getting heard by unwanted ears?" I asked.
His face clouded with concern but nodded. "I shouldn't be doing this, but since you blew up my house, and I have questions, come with me, we'll head back to the office" he said. I held up a hand for him to wait and I slowly got to my feet, wincing in pain.
"Let's go" I said and we headed towards my car. As I pulled away from the curb I saw a black car pull out behind me. "Having me followed Callen? NCIS scared to lose one of their best agents?" I asked with a smirk on my face.
"It's just my partner, Sam, forgive us of being wary of the CIA, they aren't exactly the most friendly people" he replied. I gave a bitter laugh and then he looked at me closely. I could feel his cool blue eyes surveying me as we rode through the streets. "You are a hard woman to find, even with my contacts, Rachel Haven" he said softly.
"It's the CIA remember G? If we don't want to be found, we won't" I said softly as we pulled in off a side road. The building wasn't a building; it was more of an abandoned mansion, of course, it helped, since they aren't even suppose to exist. I guess they were spooks, just like we were, I guess we had more in common than I thought we did.
G got out and I slowly followed, a man coming up beside Callen. I assumed this could only be his partner, Sam. They led me into building and there was a woman and man sitting at their desks arguing, they could have been married from the way they were yelling at each other. I turned to Callen and raised my eyebrow; he shook his head trying not to laugh.
The blonde saw me and immediately stopped arguing with the woman, coming up to Callen and Sam, he said "Guy's, I'll take it from here". Sam and Callen exchanged a look before Callen said "Sam, Kensi, Deeks, meet CIA operative Rachel Haven, an old friend of mine",
"Miss Haven, so good to see you again, would you care for some tea?" said a short woman coming to stand beside Callen and his team.
I smiled down at her; here was the woman who had wanted me here in the first place. "Hetty, it's been a while, no thank you, I'm here with urgent business" I said turning to G.
He took me by the arm and led me towards a room that had no windows; it was bare, all except for the sliding oak door and the light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Shutting the door, he gave me a look with raised eyebrows as I turned to him.
"I need your help G" I whispered. He folded his arms and continued to stare at me. Of course, he wouldn't try to help me without a reason, I had left him all those years ago, and then I had just stood there when he had been shot and nearly killed two years earlier. He probably didn't know I was there though, I had been hiding from him, until I had the guts to talk to him, but it never happened, I was too late, at least I thought I was, until I learned that he had pulled through.
"Why should I help you Rach? I wake up in the middle of the night to find you gone, the only thing you left was a note beside me on our bed, I searched six years for you, and then you pop up and blow up my house! So, enlighten me, tell me why I should help you after everything you've done to me" he said, his eyes cool and trying to hide the emotion that was swirling in the depths,
My lip quivered, and then I pulled the sweatshirt off. I stood in a tank top, but that wasn't why he had a look of horror on his face. That was because of the scars that ran along my skin. They circled my arms and my back; there was a large circular scar on my right forearm, one that matched the one on my leg, indicating where I had been shot six months earlier.
"You're the only one I can trust G, the CIA have issued a death order on me, this was what they did to me the first time they were able to catch me, because of me, two of my men died. The next time they get to me, it will be the end of me, and I'll be dead, and it'll be a lot worse than this" I said.
He came up to me and I stared at him evenly. Callen traced the circular scar on my arm and then traced the others, some were thick, some were thin, but all looking as painful as they had been. Then I saw something change in his eyes, a look of longing and sorrow, then he pulled me into his arms and we stood there, my shoulders shaking with sobs that wouldn't come to the surface, his shoulders solid and comforting, the familiar that I missed in him.
Suddenly the door opened and I felt Callen's head snap up. I didn't have to look at the door to know that it was his teammates. I head the door shut and then hasty footsteps.
"Callen…" I started to say, but he stopped me, putting a finger gently over my lips.
"Don't say anything, you're staying with me from now on, until everything has settled down" he said.
"Callen, there's something you should now" I tried to say, but he was already walking out the door and heading down the stairs towards his team. They all tried not to stare as I pulled on the jacket and followed him. I sat off to the side lost in my thoughts before I realized Hetty was standing beside me.
"You can't blame Mr. Callen, he didn't know anything about it, if he would have, he would have come to your aide Miss Haven, as he always did" she said.
I sighed running a hand through my hair. Grimacing, I realized I used the wrong arm. "I know Hetty, I realized that when time was running out, if Callen would have gotten the letter and tape I would have been out of there long ago, and maybe my men would still be awake and alive" I said softly as I watched them work together like me and my men had.
Hetty placed a hand over mine and I looked into her kind eyes. "Maybe it's time Mr. Callen found out what really happened Miss Haven" she said.
I shook my head. "The CIA has the file locked down tight, if I tried to access it they would find me and hunt me down, it's too risky. He may never know what happened in Romania Hetty, and for his sake, I think it's for the best. If he finds out he tried to be reached to come to my aide, he would never forgive himself for not getting it, when it's not him to be blamed" I said putting my head in my hands.
"No need Miss Haven, we have the file here, come along" she said before heading up the stairs, bringing Callen and his team with her. I followed much more slowly.
"You alright Rachel?" Callen said waiting for me at the top of the stairs. I waved his concerns away.
"Just getting old Cal" I joked as I got to the top and he led me towards the tech room for the Office of Special Projects.
A blonde with a surfer/nerd look and a short red headed woman who looked like a pixie were standing with the rest of Callen's team. They both turned to look at me and Callen said "Eric, Nell, meet CIA operative Rachel Haven. Rachel, this is our best techs here, Eric and Nell". I nodded my greeting and then turned where a file was opened on the large computer screen.
"Operation Wallflower" I whispered walking up the screen.
"You know about Operation Wallflower?" Callen asked coming forward to stand beside me.
I turned to look at him. "I don't just know about Operation Wallflower, I was part of it" I said.
Next chapter you'll get to see what Operation Wallflower was all about. Hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think.