Disclaimer: I sadly do not own G Callen, even though he hasn't exactly graced us with his appearance yet, but he will…soon enough…

Caught:

Something was wrong, that much I could tell when I opened my eyes the next night. It was safer to move about Paris in the dark, we were less likely to be spotted then. Dalton was still sound asleep, so I quickly and quietly slid out of bed so I didn't wake him. My instincts were telling me to get out of there, that something bad was about to happen, so that's exactly what I did.

I quickly packed and then shoved a gun in the waistband of my jeans, and put a few knives in my black leather boots. Waking Dalton I told him to be ready soon, that we were leaving, and then turned a careful eye to examine the room, making sure we didn't leave anything behind in case they decided to check any of the rooms to see if we had been here. When I found nothing, I grabbed the bags and then headed downstairs to the lobby to check out.

What I didn't expect was for the entire lobby to be swarming with men and women in dark suits, most likely the CIA, concealing guns, and men with large guns in their hands scoping the place out. I stopped and pushed Dalton behind me into a storage closet.

Pulling everything out, I placed all my fake ID's along with Dalton's in the pockets of my cargo pants along with extra ammunition and knives. I quickly assembled my sniper rifle and slung it over my shoulder. "Let's get out of here, we'll head for the roof" I told Dalton and he nodded grabbing my hand.

I peeked out the door and saw that no one was coming so I slipped out, pulling Dalton with me. I headed towards the stairs, knowing it was useless to take the elevators unless we wanted to be seen.

"Alexandria Brookes! Stop!" called a voice.

I whipped around and saw two men in dark suits standing further down the hall. "Go!" I shouted at Dalton pushing him forward. We took off running, hearing shouts and gunfire behind us.

Dalton pushed open the door to the stairs and rushed up them, I followed close behind. I heard the door bang open again and shouts coming from under us and knew that they were following. "Keep going!" I shouted to Dalton, as I turned around, pulling out my gun, and fired shots at the men. I watched them jump out of my line of fire and curse, before firing back at me. I headed after Dalton.

The door in front of me opened and a man stepped in front of me, I quickly shot my hand out, palm up, shoving his nose into his brain. He crumbled quickly and I leapt over the body, Dalton right in front of me. He pushed open the doors that lead to the top floor. "Head for the roof!" I shouted turning back around and firing at the CIA agents who were right on our heels. One went down and I quickly got out the way as they fired. I watched Dalton disappear when a door closed behind him.

I quickly followed, slamming it shut behind me and holding it shut for a few moments, my chest heaving. I knew I couldn't hold it on my own, not with that many government agents trying to force it open so I sprinted up the stairs that led to the roof, hearing the door slam open and footsteps pounding on the metal stairs behind me.

When I got on the roof I saw Dalton and I quickly rushed toward him, placing myself in front of him protectively, a wall behind us. I drew my sniper and stood ready, waiting. Moments later, men and women swarmed out the doors and surrounded us, guns aimed ready to fire. I felt Dalton draw a gun behind me.

A man came forward and I immediately had him in my line of vision through the scope. If anyone made a move towards us, he would be the first to die.

"Alexandria, you're surrounded, why don't you give up" he said.

"Never" I snarled at the man, eyes narrowing. We were outnumbered, but if I was going to go down, I was going to go down fighting.

"Put the gun down so we can talk" the man said.

I gave a cold laugh. "Last time I checked, you boys weren't much for talking" I said.

A bright light shined on me, and I heard the rotating of helicopter blades. They had brought in the heavy artillery.

"Your brothers and sisters are dead Alexandria…" the man started and I let out a snarl of fury.

"We're going to give you the same chance we gave them. You can join us, at the CIA; it doesn't have to end this way. You don't have to die" the man said.

"I'll never betray them" I shouted.

"They're dead Alexandria; you can't betray someone who's dead. Think of Dalton, he's just a boy, it doesn't have to end this way, for either of you".

I looked back at Dalton, who had fear in his eyes. I felt him shaking, knew that he wasn't ready to die. Dalton was the only reason that kept me from pulling the trigger. The man must have saw that he was starting to win me over because he then continued saying, "There is one other, who's still alive. His name's Mitchell, he decided to join us."

I tensed. "Where is he, let me see him" I demanded.

The man looked at me, and then said "He's in the hospital, he was shot, but he's going to be ok, she's going to meet us at Langley. Think about it Alexandria, do you really want Dalton to watch you die? Do you really want to die? You have your whole life ahead of you".

I tensed, looking back at Dalton and then back at the man. I shook my head, this was a trap. "You'll kill us, that's what the President wants. You'll kill us the minute we go with you" I said, my gun still trained on him, never faltering.

"No Alexandria, we won't. My orders are to take you back to Langley, to my Director; he wants you to be one of us, to protect the country. To do good in the world. You don't have to be the bad guy anymore, you don't have to run and look over your shoulder anymore. It's over" he said.

I looked uncertainly back at Dalton, and then lowered my gun slightly. Men moved forward, I raised my gun again and they stopped. I looked at the man who had done all the talking. "You're the only one who can come near us, anyone else steps a foot over here, they die" I said flatly.

The man nodded and came towards us cautiously, making a signal at the men and women behind him, most likely telling them to stay back. His arms were raised, revealing that he had no gun on him, at least what I could see anyway. "There's a plane waiting for us" he said and Dalton grabbed my hand, squeezing it tightly. I gave it a reassuring squeeze and let the man lead us towards the doors, the CIA agents and Navy SEALS making a way for us.

I held the gun tightly in my hand, waiting for them to move a muscle. They didn't, they just stood there, watching us with wary looks in their eyes. They were afraid of us, good, they should be.

We walked out the hotel, guest and employees alike staring at us as we got into a dark colored SUV. An agent came up to try to handcuff us and I got ready to attack, but the other man waved him away. "There's no need, they'll just get out of them anyway. Get us to the airport" he ordered shutting the door behind us. I kept a protective arm around Dalton, watching the CIA agent warily.

"What's your name?" I asked as we rode through the streets of Paris, France.

"Mason Carter" he answered as we pulled up at a private airport. A large plane, no doubt the CIA's own private jet sat waiting for us.

We were escorted by armed Seals to the doors, and then walked in, after they took away all my guns and knives, including my sniper rifle, which was, as they put it, "just a precaution."

Once the plane took off, Dalton settled against my side and fell asleep. Mason Carter sat across from me and I surveyed him. It wouldn't be hard to take him out if the time came, but for now, I would trust him, just a little, for Dalton's sake.

"Why are you acting nice? Most people hate our guts" I asked after a while.

"I'm not like most people" he answered before we lapsed into silence again.

I closed my eyes, pretending that I was asleep, when I was actually acutely aware of my surroundings. It was hours before I opened my eyes again, and when I did, I saw that we were getting close to landing time.

As the wheels hit the tarmac, Mason Carter looked at me and Dalton, who had woken once he felt the jolt of the wheels hitting the ground. "Welcome to CIA Headquarters Alexandria and Dalton" he said before the airplane came to a stop in front of a large building.

Okay, so I have decided that I am going to update this story every Saturday. It gives me time to write it, and then go through and look for errors, while actually doing my homework (which I hate doing). So, it is Spring Break for me, and I may have more chapters up, but until I finish the other ones, this will be it until Saturday. So enjoy!

Oh, and if you're wondering when our favorite blue-eyed mysterious (and in this case) CIA operative will grace us with his appearance, it's the next chapter. Which…will most likely be really long.

-Haleybug