(In the Interrogation Room)
(Emily's P.O.V.)
"…..How did he even know what I look like?" I asked him, after a couple seconds of silence.
"Because he was in Montreal with me when I saw you." Ryan said. "I needed his assistance with a case I was working on there."
"Why did you need his assistance?" I asked.
"The reason is classified." Ryan said. "Look, are you going to tell me what's going on and what it has to do with Max?"
I looked away from him for a moment, then I looked back at him and said:
"Maxwell Stevens was found dead in his house earlier today."
Shock appeared on Ryan's face.
"That-That can't be." Ryan said. "He-He can't be dead."
"He was murdered." I said. "Shot once in the abdomen and once in the head."
Ryan was looking at me as if I just told him a cruel joke.
He didn't do this, I thought, He definitely didn't kill anyone….Especially not Maxwell Stevens.
"I'm sorry." I said to him sincerely.
Ryan rubbed his hands over his face.
"I can't believe." He said.
Then, he dropped his hands onto the table.
It was silent for a couple seconds, then he slammed his hands on the table, before putting his head in his hands.
"I shouldn't have left him." Ryan said, regret clear in his voice. "I should have never fucking left him."
"This isn't your fault." I said. "You didn't know this was going to happen."
Ryan removed his face from his hands, looking at me.
"True." He said. "But I still shouldn't have left….Things might have been different if I stayed."
"…Maybe." I said. "It also may have been different if he went with you…..But you can't think about the 'what if's' because that's all they are. 'What if's'…..It doesn't change what happened."
"…No." Ryan said quietly. "It doesn't."
I opened my eyes to see rain hitting the window at a steady pace.
I turned in my bed to my other side, expecting to see Ryan still asleep beside me, only to see the other side of the small bed empty.
At first, I began to panic. Remembering the last time Ryan wasn't in bed was because our father had dragged him out of it.
I then looked at the clock on the nightstand.
It was ten o'clock in the morning.
Our father was at work.
Relief washed over me.
Then I got out of bed, and headed toward the bedroom door.
Once I reached the door, I opened it.
"Ryan?" I called out, stepping into the hallway. "Ryan? Where are you?"
I began to search the house for him. Feeling a little sore still from what happened a couple days ago.
I looked in the living room, I looked in the kitchen, I looked in the bathroom.
I even looked in our father's bedroom.
Ryan was nowhere to be found.
"I know this may be hard for you right now," I began, clearing my mind. "But, did Maxwell have any enemies? Any trouble from coworkers?...Maybe afraid or suspicious of someone?"
Ryan was silent as he thought.
"If he was, he never said anything to me." He said.
I studied my brother for a couple seconds.
"You're holding something back." I said. "What is it?"
Ryan hesitated.
Suddenly, my phone began to ring.
I took my phone out of my pocket and answered it.
"Yeah?" I asked, expecting to hear Callen, Marty, Sam, or Kensi's voice.
"Emily, Marty is pissed." I heard Tony's voice say on the other side of the phone.
I sighed.
"He wants to know about Montreal." Tony said. "And if Ryan really there?! Let alone a suspect?!"
"I don't have time to talk about this right now." I said, tiredly. "I'm in the middle of something."
"Ok, I'll just call you later." Tony said. "…Unless you want me to go there?"
"No, that's not necessary." I said. "Stay where you are."
"Ok." Tony said. "Goodnight, Em."
"Goodnight." I said.
Then, I hung up the phone, and put my attention back to Ryan.
"That was Tony, wasn't it?" Ryan asked, a hint of a smile showing on his face.
"Tell me what you're holding back." I said, ignoring his question.
"I can't." Ryan said, his face serious. "Like I said before…..It's classified."
"So, what you're holding back involves what you did in Montreal?" I asked.
"Yeah." He said.
I nodded.
"Ok." I said. "But, just so you know, I'm going to find out what you're not saying. So, either you tell me on your own, or, I'll get the case file, and find out from that."
"It's classified." Ryan said. "There's no way you will be able to get your hands on it."
"Have you ever heard of, Henrietta Lange?" I asked him.
"Who hasn't?" He asked. "She's quite the urban legend."
"Oh, mon frère, she's not an urban legend." I said. "In fact, she's very, VERY, real. And she just happens to be my boss."
Ryan's eyes went wide.
"So, either you tell me everything right now, or Hetty will be making a call to your Director."I said. "And we will get the file."
Ryan continued to stare at me in shock.
"So?" I asked. "What's it going to be?"
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(In the Main Room of the Boatshed)
(Callen's P.O.V.)
"What do you think happened between them?" Kensi asked.
All of us, including Deeks now, were surrounding the T.V. watching Emily talk to Ryan.
"He obviously did something." Deeks said.
"I agree." I said. "She definitely doesn't seem happy to see him."
"She also didn't say anything about him to anyone." Sam pointed out. "Whatever happened, he caused."
Suddenly, the interrogation room screen became smaller on the T.V., showing another screen of Eric and Nell at OPS.
"We got an update." Nell said.
"Fred Davis was born and raised in New York." Eric said.
Then, he was silent.
"Care to share more?" Deeks asked.
"Wish I could." Eric said. "I haven't found anything else about him."
"That's impossible." Kensi said. "You're Eric and Nell….You can find anyone."
"I'm still looking for him." Eric said. "But nothing is coming up…At all."
"And I can't find another copy of Ryan's restraining order." Nell said. "The one I found seems to be the only copy."
"It's almost impossible to become a ghost in this world." Sam said.
"But it is possible." I said. "Nell, Eric, keep searching."
"There's not need to continue searching, Mr. Callen." I heard a voice say.
We all looked toward the voice to see Hetty was now standing by the door way of the main room.
"What do you mean, Hetty?" Kensi asked.
"I know all about Fred Davis." Hetty said. "In fact, the reason why you can't find anything on him, is because I made it that way."
It was silent for a couple seconds, then, Deeks asked:
"Hetty….What exactly do you know?"
"More than she ever told you, me, or anyone else." Hetty said.
"Hetty," I began, as I got a bad feeling in my stomach. "Please tell me Fred Davis isn't who I think he is."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Callen." Hetty said, looking at me grimly. "But, I'm afraid so."
"What?" Deeks asked. "Who is he?"
It was silent for a couple seconds, then I said:
"Fred Davis, is Emily's father."
Silence quickly filled the room.
"Did she tell you this?" Sam asked me.
"No." I said. "Hetty told me how they met….She also told me that her parents are dead."
"It's tragic." Hetty said, as she walked toward us. "Her father, Fred Davis, died in prison. Her mother, Valerie Taylor, died in a hospital…..The cause, is said to be, because of a heart attack."
"Did Emily tell you this?" Kensi asked.
"No." Hetty said. "I have asked several times, but Emily never said anything to me about her family."
"So, you looked her up." Sam said.
"I had to." Hetty said. "Mostly for medical reasons. To see if there were any family diseases or complications that I should know about."
"So, technically, you spied on her." Deeks said anger in his tone.
"Mr. Deeks, as I'm sure you can remember, Miss Taylor wasn't always the young woman she is today." Hetty said. "I had no other choice. And Jethro agreed to it."
"Did you know she had a brother, too?" Deeks asked.
"No." Hetty said. "I never knew that for sure."
"But you suspected." I said.
"Yes." Hetty said nodding. "Two years ago I began to suspect. One day I was in the CIA Director's Office, when Mr. Taylor came in, and I couldn't help but think he looked a bit like Miss Taylor. So, I looked into him, and found out a lot about him…..But nothing about his family. And when I asked his Director about it, he said Mr. Taylor didn't talk about his family."
"Looks like they have more in common than they think." Sam said.
"Before you said their mother died of a heart attack." Kensi said. "But you sounded doubtful…..Why?"
"If you saw the hospital file, you would understand the doubt." Hetty said. "The report stated that Emily's mother had broken bones and horrible bruises. There were even photos."
"So, someone beat her up and the hospital ruled it as a heart attack to cover it up." Sam said.
"My thought exactly, Mr. Hanna." Hetty said.
"What about the restraining order Davis put on Ryan?" Nell asked.
"Davis put a restraining order on Ryan to protect himself and Miss Taylor, because according to Davis, Ryan attacked him." Hetty said.
"How did Davis end up in prison?" I asked.
"Because I found out the truth about their mother's death." Hetty said.
"I have a feeling I'm not going to like what you're going to say next." Deeks said.
That makes two of us, I thought.
"Fred Davis, killed Emily and Ryan's mother." Hetty said. "He beated her to death."
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(In the Interrogation Room)
(Emily's P.O.V.)
Ryan began to hesitate.
"If you want Maxwell's killer to not get away with what he or she has done, you HAVE to tell me about your side of Montreal." I said to him.
Ryan sighed, and looked at me.
"Max came to me and told me about this man who was stalking him." Ryan said. "So, Max asked me to check him out and put an end to it. I found the guy and followed him to Montreal. While there, I ended up arresting him. He's been in jail ever since for other crimes."
"What's the man's name?" I asked.
"Stewart Annabel." He said.
I nodded.
"Thank you for your co-operation." I said.
Then, I got up and headed toward the door.
"Emily," I heard Ryan say.
I stopped walking and turned around to face him.
"After this…After the case is over….." Ryan began. "Can we please talk?"
I walked into the kitchen with the up most care. Not wanting to get my father mad.
I found a clean bowl and spoon, grabbed a cereal box off the sink counter, and walked over to the table where my father was.
He was eating eggs, and reading the news paper.
I sat the bowl, spoon, and cereal box down on the table, as I worked up the courage to speak to him.
"…..Daddy," I began shyly. "Where's…Where's Ryan?"
"He's gone." My father said, emotionlessly, as he turned the page of the news paper.
"W-What do you mean, gone?" I asked.
"He's dead." My father said. Then, he looked at me. "You killed him last night in your sleep."
"Th-That's-That's not true." I stuttered out, as my eyes began to water.
"Then explain to me why I found him beside you dead three days ago?" He asked.
My eyes began to water more.
"Congradulations, kid." My father said. "You killed the only person who ever gave a damn about you."
"I'll think about it." I said.
Then, I opened the door and left. Closing the door behind me.