Hey, thanks for all of the reviews on my last few entries! I wasn't really sure about writing fan-fiction at first, but now I'm glad I did. Anyway, I'm writing the fifth chapter of this story at the moment, so it should be up soon, but I just wanted to get this one on here first and give you all a chance to read it. Hope you enjoy it!

After he had grabbed a quick shower and she had covered the head wound with make-up, the techies fast-walked outside and into Sam's Challenger.

"And the lovebirds are back…"

"Sam…" There was a note of warning in Nell's voice, like the voice Hetty used whenever they were all about to get in trouble.

"Just shut up…" said Eric, using a similar tone to a lesser extent.

The Navy SEAL laughed and started up the engine.

It was extremely warm outside, but the air-con was on in the car so they quickly cooled. Nell turned her head out of the window and looked at the surroundings. She'd never been to this part of LA before – or not that she could remember.

"So, can we just get the details of the stuff you do remember before we get back?"

"Yeah. Like I said, we were up in Ops…"

"playing Mario Kart…"

"with Kensi and Deeks."

They were finishing each other's sentences again now. Callen and Sam exchanged another look at this, but decided they had wound them up enough already.

"But then we must have gone somewhere…"

"because I remember us getting our coats…"

"but nothing after that." finished Eric.

"Hold on" said Callen. "What about before that? Did you mention to Kensi or Deeks where you were going?"

The blond tech operator put his hand to his head and tried hard to remember. It was really hazy, and all he did was succeed in giving himself a headache.

"Sorry. I dunno."

"Nell?"

"Nada."

"Alright, we can ask those two when we get inside."

The car pulled up to the operations base pretty quickly. It had only been a short drive, so it didn't take long, but driving at least ten miles per hour over the limit probably hadn't hurt their speed.

The team walked in through the doors and found themselves face to face with their boss, who had been making tea in the corner.

"Hetty, we got him."

"And her."

"Miss Jones?" Hetty sounded slightly surprised at the sight of Nell. "What are you doing here? This is not a scheduled work day…"

"Um, it's sort of hard to explain…"

"And Mister Beale… Why did I need to send two agents to roust you from your home two hours after you were due to start your shift?"

"Erm, it's a bit of a long story…"

The evasiveness of her tech operator and intelligence analyst's answers worried her.

"Explain it to me."

The pair exchanged yet another glance before both turning to Callen and Sam for assistance.

"They don't remember anything since leaving work yesterday, Hetty."

They faced their boss again. Her face wore the same combination of shock and confusion they had seen the two agents wearing earlier, but about two times weaker.

"Nothing?"

"Well, we were in Ops with Kensi and Deeks, then…"

Eric trailed off. Nell bit her lip again and they both began studying the floorboards as if they were suddenly extremely interesting.

It was clear to the operations manager that something about the rest of their story was bothering them, so she left it. If it was important, they would reveal it to her. If not, well, it wasn't important. Besides, the other two agents looked as if they could better explain this mess.

"Nell, you need to tell her about the cut."

"Oh, erm, yeah, uh, Hetty, I found this earlier…"

Nell lifted her fringe to reveal the still visible wound. The make-up had made it appear less serious, thank god, but it was worrying nonetheless.

"And you have no memory of who did this?"

"No…"

"Mhm. Miss Jones, Mister Beale, go and wait in Ops. I will send Miss Blye and Mister Deeks in for you."

Eric looked up from the floor and Nell smoothed her fringe back down before both heading up the stairs.

"Mister Hanna, Mister Callen, a word."

The agents took a large step forward to make sure they were out of earshot. They knew Hetty had a soft spot for both of her techs and had a feeling what she had to say wasn't going to be too polite.

"What do you need us to do?" asked Sam, glancing over his shoulder.

Henrietta Lange looked up at the SEAL calmly and set down her cup of tea.

"Find the bastard who did this."

Hetty doesn't like people who injure her team - whoever it is definitely has something bad coming their way! Like I always say, please leave me a review! Thanks!