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With the lights out it's a little less dangerous

Even with a stranger never gets painless, Don't be afraid

Every time I think I'm gonna change it, It's driving me insane

Do you live, do you die, do you bleed, For the fantasy
In your mind, through your eyes, do you see, It's the fantasy

Maybe tonight we can forget about it all, It could be just like heaven
I am a machine, No longer living, just a shell of what I dreamed

30 Seconds to Mars – The Fantasy

:: Chapter 7::

Leaving the flower where it lay, she quickly grabbed the few things she had unpacked and shoved them into her suitcase. Pulling back on her recently discarded clothes, she fished the card key out of her back pocket and laid it on the dresser. Shouldering her bag she threw on some wide Jackie 'O' sunglasses and shoved her hair up under a floppy wide brimmed hat.

She took the stairs to avoid any direct cameras and exited the hotel through the fire door. Gotta love those kids whose parents don't supervise and let them run wild all over the hotel, she thought. Most hotels don't engage the alarms on the doors because it costs too much money to have the fire department coming five times a day. Once out of the hotel she dialed the front desk number. When someone answered she asked them to check her out using the credit card on file and told them that they would find the card key inside the room on the dresser.

"Is there something wrong with the service Miss Lawson? Was something not to your liking?" the concierge asked.

"Everything was wonderful. There is nothing wrong. A friend came back into town early and I'm going to stay with her. Trust me I had a wonderful time at your hotel," she thought of Callen.

While still on the phone she located her car in the garage and felt better as she pulled out of the parking deck. After getting everything taken care of she finally hung up, only to dial the phone once again. It was three o'clock in the morning but she knew this was the only call she could make. The phone was picked up on the second ring.

"This had better be damn good," the gravelly voice said without sounding the least bit tired.

"They found me," was all Reagan said.

There was silence on the other end for a moment.

"Are you sure?"

Reagan closed her eyes momentarily, tightening her grip on the steering wheel.

"Absolutely. They left a sprig of oleander in my hotel room to let me know,"

There was a sigh, "I thought they were supposed to…"

"They were, but obviously that didn't get followed through."

"You need to come here," there was no room for argument in the order.

"But I can't…"

"That was not a choice. That was an order. You will come here."

Reagan knew there would be no further arguments. It was pointless to resist and besides she had nowhere else to go, at least there she would be able to regroup and plan her next move.

"I'll be there in ten. I'm not being followed," she checked her rear view mirror for the hundredth time.

"Very good. I'll see you then," and with that the line went dead.

As she drove, she went over the last couple of weeks in her head and could not find any one mistake or slip that could have given her away. They weren't all that bright after all. She had done everything right, and they had just gotten lucky (finally). She sighed; she really thought she would have had more time, that she would maybe be forgotten, that she would be left alone for once in her life.


:April 1996:

"You will have exactly one hour to complete this exam. Any questions not answered will be marked wrong. Do you all understand?"

Reagan looked around as the other children, six in all including her, nodded at the woman clad in the white lab coat. But she didn't. She couldn't understand why she was sitting in this room, with these children she had gone to summer camp with for her whole life, taking an hour long exam.

"Reagan, is something wrong?" Lab Coat, as Reagan thought of her, asked.

Reagan saw five heads simultaneously turn to look at her. Their faces showed no question. She looked back at Lab Coat.

"Well I was just wondering why I need to take an hour long exam, during my spring break, for my doctor?" she asked.

She looked to the others to see if they were wondering the same thing. Not one of them showed any kind of support. Great, she thought even at thirteen, a bunch of lemmings.

"You know, Reagan, it's really not well mannered to question adults in authority. After all everything we do is in your best interest. Your parents would not have agreed to the testing if it would harm you in any way," Lab Coat intoned as if she were reciting a learned lesson.

Reagan looked at her, "But you didn't answer my question Ma'am."

She watched as the muscles around her eyes tightened, but her face otherwise stayed the same.

"You are taking a cognition test my dear. It determines your cognitive ability."

She turned back to the other five and Reagan looked down at the test booklet and #2 pencil.

"And you still didn't answer my question," she said under her breath.

"You have exactly one hour. You may begin," Lab Coat announced.

Once again Reagan glanced at the other 5 children and then at Lab Coat, who was staring pointedly at her. With a sigh she opened the booklet and skimmed through all of the questions. Seriously? Einstein's theory of relativity, Hawking's theories of quantum mechanics, literature, culture, language, this test was ridiculous, she had learned all of this stuff years ago!

Feeling rebellious, and sullen she started to answer the questions. Within a half an hour she was finished and handing in her test. Lab Coat frowned as she took the booklet but said nothing. Reagan smiled at her and then left the room, noting the others were at varying stages of test taking. Outside she met her father and they drove home, him asking her questions about her day and her giving him sullen answers.

As they walked in the door, the phone was ringing. Her father picked up the hall extension and headed to his office. As she headed to the kitchen she could hear him talking.

"Yes, we just got in from there," he said.

"No, she didn't say anything why?"

"She did what?" his voice grew louder.

Reagan stopped in her tracks. Shit, she thought. Shit, shit, shit! Why didn't I think they would call my parents? Tiptoeing back to his office door she listened.

"And how exactly did she manage to do that?"

"She asked a question? Why shouldn't she do that?"

"Well I teach my daughter that it is not wrong to question authority. What did she ask?"

"Well that's a reasonable question, and the answer that was given?"

"Well that's not an answer! "

"And you're sure the test score is accurate?"

"Every single one? Not one?"

"Thank you for letting me know."

And with that he hung up. Reagan went to tiptoe upstairs before he found her.

"REAGAN! Get your ass in here!"

Not having had a chance to move she looked around the door into the office.

"Yes Dad?"

"Get in here now."

Stepping into the office she stood at attention waiting for the speech and then the grounding.

"What happened at Dr. Wilson's clinic today?"

"They sat the 6 of us down for an exam. I asked Lab Coat why I had to take an exam at my doctor's office! Then Lab Coat gave me this line and doesn't answer the question and talks to me like I'm a 2 year old! I swear Dad I wasn't rude I just wanted to know. The rest of them sit there like lemmings and do whatever they are told with no question. I wasn't trying to cause a problem!"

"Excuse me, Lab Coat?" he asked.

"That's what I named her. She never even told us who she was! Real bit-" she cut herself off.

"And the test?" he stood behind his desk staring her down.

She dropped her head back and sighed.

"Seriously Reagan! Every one, every single question wrong?"

"I'm sorry. I was wrong."

"Damn right you were wrong. Did you think Mom and I wouldn't find out about this childish prank? You're smarter than that! But what I really want to know is how you managed to do it? Do you know how difficult it is to get every answer on a test wrong?"

Reagan looked at him, "Yes, in order to get every answer wrong you need to know the correct answer for each question."

She said it so matter-of-factually that her father didn't know what to say for a minute.

"So you're saying that you knew every answer to every question on the test?"

"Yes."

She wasn't being cocky, just honest. It was just part of who she was. She absorbed information at an unbelievable rate and could understand concepts most adults couldn't grasp. She had always assumed that it was because her parents were so smart but recently she was beginning to wonder if it was something else.

She had been having so many blood tests, and genetic tests that she was beginning to question why. She was healthy, intelligent, athletic, well adjusted, yet she was getting blood work and DNA testing done every week.

"But why did you have to get them wrong Reagan? What did you prove?"

This time she shrugged, "That I could."


That memory came back to her suddenly, unbidden. She could remember her parents talking that night about the test and then never hearing about it again. The blood and DNA tests continued but she never had to take another one of those exams again. She never knew if the others did or not because that she never went to camp that summer. From that day on anything she learned came from her parents.

She hadn't thought about them in a long time. She wondered if they would have approved of the life she led or if they had raised her the way they did because they knew what her life would be like. It was so hard to think of them without some resentment. She would never understand what they did or why but how could she stay angry when the outcome had been her inception.

Pulling into the drive of her destination she noticed the outside lights were on and a light burned brightly in the library inside. Before she could even put the car in park the front door was open and she was standing there. Getting out of the car Reagan pulled her bags with her and headed up to the front door.

"How are you?"

"Tired but otherwise fine."

She nodded, "Let's get you settled then."

Reagan followed her into the large house, not really noticing her surroundings. Up the stairs and down a hall she followed until they walked into a suite of rooms.

"You can stay for as long as you need to."

Reagan nodded and dropped her bags on the floor. Walking over to the bed she sank into its softness and hung her head in tired defeat. It had been such a long day and it felt like it was never going to end.

"I'll leave you to get some sleep then."

Lifting her head Reagan called out before she left the room, "Can we keep this between us?"

"Of course."

"Thank you Hetty," she said.

The diminutive woman nodded once and left closing the door behind her. Fully clothed Reagan crawled up to the pillows and promptly passed out. Within minutes the nightmares began.


She was locked in her room. The door was bolted, the windows sealed, and she was standing at one of the windows looking out onto the front drive of her house. She watched as her parents, talking and smiling to each other left the house, and walk hand in hand to the car sitting in the driveway. She could feel the panic begin in her chest. It began to squeeze, and her breath came out in short gasps. She had seen this time and again. And each time she was unable to stop what happened.

Banging her fists against the window she tried to scream. She could hear herself screaming for her parent to not get in the car. The window began to crack and splinter but never break. Her fists became bloody, her voice hoarse as she watched in slow motion, her father help her mother into the car, and then walk around and get in himself. Her mother says something to him and looks back at the house. Every time she thinks 'This time she will see me and get out of the car. This time will be different'. But like each time before her father puts the key in the ignition and turns it, and then the fireball exploding from the car throws her across the room with its force banging her head on the desk. She tries to stand before completely blacking out.


She sat up in bed screaming, her body covered in a cold sweat and her voice hoarse. Every night the same nightmare, it didn't matter that she wasn't home when the murder happened, she somehow constructed every detail and her mind played it back to her every time she was at her weakest.

Pushing her way out of the tangle of covers and walked to the window by her bed. Parting the curtains she looked out only to find the window streaked with rain. As if in a daze she left her room and followed the route back to the first floor and then somehow found her way to the back of the house. Opening the French doors in the great room she stepped out and raised her face to the dark sky.

The raindrops hit her face and she prayed they would wash away the dreams. It was a futile prayer she knew but she walked further out into the yard and let the sudden deluge soak her. She simply stood there and stared out into the darkness wondering if she had the courage to end it all. Her father would have told her it's the coward's way, but her father hadn't had to live with all of this in his head.

And it was the not forgetting that was the worst. Every moment of every day locked away in her memories, able to come back to haunt her at any given time. It's a wonder that she hadn't actually put a bullet in her brain long before this. But this time things had changed. This time there were other factors involved.

She hadn't moved and didn't when she heard her name called.

"Reagan, perhaps you should come in out of the rain," Hetty's voice came from behind her.

Turning slowly she stared at the small woman through her wet hair and the rain streaming down her face but remained where she was.

"Come on dear," Hetty said holding a towel.

"I think I should go Hetty," she said.

"Go where Reagan?"

"Anywhere. Anywhere they can't find me!"

"Is that want you want?"

"NO DAMN IT! I… I don't know what I want! I don't know who I am anymore! Maybe I never have! I don't know if I can do this anymore!

"I can't breathe. It's like there is a vice around my lungs. Like something is squeezing them until I can't draw a breath.

"I can't sleep, and when I do the nightmares come. I don't even know how many times I've seen my parents die, and I wasn't even there!

"I can't ever forget. It's all here with me! All of it, stuck in my head! The first time, the last time, they are as vivid as if each happened yesterday, and the aliases as real as if I were still living them. I can't get away, I can never get away Hetty and it's killing me! I want normal, I want to stop walking in shadows. I always have to be in control, always have to be on my guard, I can never just be me, ever!

"And I don't even know who 'me' is! I look in the mirror and wonder just who Reagan Faraday is, like's she's someone else. There's something wrong with that, something inherently wrong!"

"Reagan, come in side. I'm beginning to get concerned. And if you want to keep this between us you need to come back in."

"Are you threatening me Hetty?"

"Do I have to?"

Reagan could feel all the rage and resentment leach out of her. She knew she was a sum of her parts and there was no point trying to fight it. There was nothing she could do to change who she was or what she was. She could only choose to keep fighting or to end it all and ending it just wasn't an option. She was stronger than this and would prove it.

Walking over to Hetty she took the offered towel and wrapped it around herself.

"Into a hot shower with you. I'll have a cup of tea waiting in my library when you are finished."

Reagan went back to her room, peeled off her soaking clothes and turned the taps of the shower to hot. She stepped in and sucked in her breath as the searing heat hit her skin. She let the water hit her and flinched every time until her skin was as bright red as her eyes from the unshed tears. She dried off in a fluffy towel and pulled on comfy sweats, rolling down the waist band, and a tank. Her bare feet padded down the stairs and found Hetty sitting in her library sipping a cup of steaming tea. Reagan sat across from her and pulled her knees up to her chin and hugged her legs. Hetty handed her a steaming cup of Vanilla Chai.

"I'm sorry," she began.

"No need to apologize my dear. I've been at the receiving end of a few of those. Sometimes you just need to get it out."
Reagan rested her chin on her knees and looked at the cup in her hands. She was embarrassed by her outburst. She wasn't someone who threw fits or wallowed in self pity. She really was at the end of her rope, hanging on by barely her fingernails.

"I don't know what's wrong, Hetty, I've never lost it before like that. I'm always the one who keeps it together, always the one who can bury the emotions and get the job done. I was the best."

"And you still are Reagan. It's been a long day."

Reagan made a noncommittal sound and looked at Hetty over the rim of her tea cup.

"You know Reagan, if you would talk to me, perhaps I could help."

"I don't… I've never had any one to talk to before. It's not something that I know how to do."

"Well we could visualize that I'm debriefing you, would that perhaps help?"

Reagan shrugged, "I don't think it would hurt. We could try."

"Well then let's begin. Can you tell me why they did so much genetic testing on you Reagan? Why you were getting blood work done every week or so?"

Reagan gave her a wry smile, "They actually released my medical records? I'm shocked really, that was highly classified but I guess they figured no one would understand them any way so why not.

"The blood work and genetic tests were so they could make sure the enhancements they spliced into my genes were transforming the genes and regenerating with the altered genetic material and not the original."

"I'm sorry, you said altered genetic material?" Hetty's mouth hung open slightly.

Reagan nodded, "I know, sounds so Sci-Fi, but yes, that's pretty much the sum of it."

"Can you explain the reason that your genes were altered?"

"Of course I can."

"Then will you explain it to me?"

Hetty watched as every instinct in Reagan fought to keep her from speaking; the anxiety that passed over her face had the older woman wondering just what they had done to the younger girl.

"You can trust me Reagan. Nothing you say to me will ever leave this room."

She shook her head, "It's not that. I trust you, I do and that's saying a lot. I'm not sure why I trust you but I have from the very beginning. My father spoke so highly of you. It was one of the reasons I wanted to come to NICS out here instead of NCIS in D.C. "

"Then what is it?"

"Hetty if these answers aren't in my file it means that they weren't meant to be revealed. I'm afraid if I tell you I might be putting you in danger."

Hetty chuckled, "That should be the least of your worries my dear. Trust me; if no one has finished me off thus far, your secrets aren't going to be the worst that I have known. Go ahead and let me be the judge."

With a big sigh, Reagan put the cup of tea down and crossed her legs, "Well you know that my mother was the leading geneticist for the government. She was working on a top secret experiment. Have you ever heard of Project Chimera?"

Reagan watched as Hetty's eyes widened and then she shook her head, "But that was a myth, an impossible experiment that never took place. Everyone likened it to an urban legend."

"Oh it was not urban legend. It was, is quiet real. There were 6 couples, five others besides my parents, who gave embryos to the experiment. The government was looking to create the perfect weapon. They took the embryos and slpiced the genetic codes, enhancing them with synthetic genes. Each embryo received specific genes for the enhancements that were chosen for it. No one embryo was supposed to receive all of the enhancements. They wanted to be able to control or terminate all of the tests subjects. But one did. Since my mother was the geneticist overseeing the project she spliced all of the synthetic DNA in to her embryo not even sure if it would survive with that much transformation needed to survive.

"But I did survive. And the genetic coding for the enhanced genes was able to reproduce. When the government found out they wanted to terminate me but my mother convinced them that I was an anomaly and their greatest weapon. And eventually that is what I became."

"What kind of enhancement were the embryos given?" Hetty continued to ask questions even though she was truly shocked at Reagan's disclosure.

This information surely was classified and quite disturbing to say the least, but Hetty was finding out more about Reagan than even she had been given in the file and needed to find out more.

"Reflexes, eye sight, cognitive ability, memory, god there were so many. Some even I wasn't told. Every embryo received two or three enhancements, varying them from embryo to embryo so none had the same combination."

"But you got all of them," Hetty commented.

Reagan nodded. As Hetty watched her she saw a young woman who was on the brink of destruction. And she needed to find a way to help her not self destruct.

"When did you find out?" her voice was hard and business like. She couldn't give Reagan any sympathy now. It was the last thing she needed. She needed someone to be strong, someone to push her back from the edge and then help her walk away.

"When my parents were killed. The agency collected me and told me what I needed to know, which I'm sure wasn't everything. I've learned some things over the years that weren't disclosed at first. They tried to rein me in but it was too late by then. My father had taught me to think for myself and to think outside of the box. I wasn't what you would call a good little soldier. But I was what my father promised them and that's all they cared about in the end. That I could do the job I was created for."

"There were six of you in the beginning. Do you know if there are still 6 now?"

"There are only 4 of us now. Number 5, Lindsey Randolph, and Number 2, Brad Wilson were killed in action. Assignments gone wrong, we were told."

"And what exactly did the government have you doing Miss Faraday?"

"Search and destroy. We were sent in to find the evidence and destroy it. After that I can't tell you what exactly we searched for. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry my dear. How much of what you just told me, have you told anyone else?"

"None of it. I've never had any one to tell before. It was always just me. I took care of myself."

"Well Reagan you are going to see that it's a lot different here. You are part of the team now, and as such you need to expect the others to intrude on your life when not wanted, and ask questions you think are too personal.

"I hope talking helped Reagan, and now I think you need to get some sleep. No matter what happened tonight, you need to be at work by 9:30 sharp. Especially if you don't want the other asking questions and me telling them exactly what went on tonight."

Reagan rose and said good night. She wasn't really sure how she felt about telling Hetty the things she did, but somehow it didn't feel wrong so she just left it at that. Just as she was about to step out of the room Hetty's voice called her back.

"If you don't mind me asking, where were you when they left the flower in your room?"

Reagan blushed slightly, "Um, Callen had come to check on me and we ended up having a few drinks at the pool bar."

Hetty stared at her for a minute, "I see," she finally said and clicked the light off.

Reagan found her way back to her room in the darkness and fell into an exhausted and dreamless sleep almost the moment her head hit the pillow. A short while later when Hetty stepped into the room to find her asleep and the small woman smiled.

"It is a wonderful thing to unburden the mind," she whispered and then turned and left Reagan to her rest.

Reagan walked into the office the next morning and she actually felt rested. It had been a long time since she had gotten any real sleep. When she entered the 'bull pen' she found the other 4 agents sitting there already looking like they were having a powwow.

"Good morning everyone," she smiled at them all.

They smiled back, said hello but didn't finished their conversation. Reagan had a feeling she had interrupted something.

"Oops sorry, should I go so you can finish talking about me?" she joked.

Sam said dead pan, "No we're finished."

Reagan looked at him, her eyes a little wide, not knowing if he was joking or not until a smile lifted his right cheek. She laughed, "You are evil. That was mean!"

"Gotta step up your game if you're gonna play with the big boys Baby Girl!" Sam smiled at her.

"Humph, I'm going to go shoot something," she turned on her heel and headed to the range.

As she passed Kensi's desk she stopped for a moment and smiled at her, "Good morning Kensi. You look nice today."

Kensi looked up at her with wide mismatched eyes and didn't know what to say as she watched Reagan disappear into the shooting range room. She turned to the others.

"What was that?" she asked the three guys.

"I think it was Reagan being nice to you." Deeks said from across the space.

Kensi narrowed her eyes at his tone.

"Come on Kens, you have to admit that there is nothing wrong with her. She's a really nice girl and fits here," Sam took Deeks' side.

She turned to Callen, "Aren't you going to jump on the 'Let's bash Kensi band wagon'?"

"No one's bashing you. We just don't want you to walk around sullen and moody for the rest of you career since I doubt Reagan is going anywhere."

"I'm not sullen and I don't do moody!" she argued.

"If you say so. I'm going to check on Reagan and make sure she doesn't hang a picture of Kensi on the paper target!"

The guys laughed, but Kensi glared at them and refused to comment.

Sam stood also and looked at his favorite girl, "Kens, give it a chance. She's not here to step on your toes and I think you might have a lot in common if you give her a chance."

As he left Sam looked pointedly at Deeks who gave him a 'What am I supposed to do?' look and threw up his hands. As Sam disappeared into the gym Deeks look over at Kensi who was obviously waiting for him to issue a snarky comment.

"You okay?" was all he asked throwing her off.

"I'm fine," she looked away.

"Come on Kens, we both know what fine means when it comes from you. Why don't you tell me what's bugging you so you can get it off your chest."

"Why so you can give me some Deeksism and defend her like everyone else?"

"Come on Sunshine, you know you're my girl," he smiled sweetly at her and Kensi rolled her eyes but couldn't help her smile.

"Besides you're my partner, not Reagan, and no matter what I think of her, it's you I have to work with, and we have to be okay. So let's talk."

Kensi eyed him suspiciously but nodded and sighed.

"Not, here," he stopped her as she went to speak.

"What? Where then?"

"Come on, I'm gonna make a surfer out of you if it kills me. Besides if Malibu Barbie can surf then so can Fern," he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of her seat.

She looked at him for a moment, not pulling her hand away, contemplating what he had said, and then narrowed her eyes, "Let's go."

Deeks' laughter could be heard as the two of them left the Mission, and then a loud "Ouch!" as Kensi's fist connected with his shoulder, and her laughter that followed.


Every time I see your face, my heart takes off on a high speed chase
Now don't be scared, it's only love, baby, that we're falling in

I can't wait till tomorrow, this feeling has swallowed me whole
And know that I've lost control, this heart that I've followed, has left me so hollow

That was then, this is now, yeah you have changed everything

Lifehouse : Falling In

Callen found Reagan in at the shooting range, and stood back to watch her in action. There hadn't been any reason for her to use a gun in the past three weeks she had been with the team, and he was curious as to how she handled a gun.

When he came in the gun had been in her right hand and she was shooting at the paper target. He watched as she moved it to her left hand and returned to shooting. When the clip was empty she laid the gun down and pressed the button to bring in the paper target. To Callen's complete shock, there was only one hole in the paper. It was about the size of a quarter and directly in the center of the targets forehead.

As Reagan turned she saw him for the first time and jumped slightly.

"Um hi," she said but noticed he wasn't looking at her but at the paper in her hand.

"Did you miss?" he asked taking the paper from her.

"Does it look like I missed?" she frowned.

Holding up the paper Callen studied the hole she had made, "You're going to tell me that you emptied an entire clip, hitting the same spot, with both hands?"

"No, I'm not going to tell you that. Unless you ask nicely of course," she said dead pan.

Callen finally looked at her and when she smiled she found an in to remove the target from his hands.

"That's not…" he stopped.

"Not what, possible? Sure it is. And here's the proof. But it's a non moving target so it doesn't really count," Reagan dropped it in the garbage.

"Did you need something Callen?" she asked removing her ear protectors.

"No, I was curious to see how you handled a gun. My life may depend on it one day," he joked.

Reagan smiled, "Well now you know. To you trust me with your life Mr. Callen?"

He stepped closer and brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, "I've trusted you with a lot more already."

Reagan stepped back and looked down. The heat that she felt as he said those words was searing but she also knew that she didn't want to lead him on. There was no future with her for anyone, and no matter how much his words affected her she couldn't let him know that.

"Callen I thought we agreed…"

He stepped back and put his hands in his pockets, "Your right. I agreed to try it your way for now."

"It's just I…"

"No need to explain. We'll try it your way for now. And then it will be my turn," he said as he opened the door and flipped her pony tail over her shoulder.

"Come on then Miss Faraday. I guess you can protect my back for now."

Reagan smiled as she walked past him, "Oh well thank you for bestowing that honor on me, Mr. Callen. I don't know how I would have made it through the day if you had denied me the honor of protecting your ass…ets!"

He gave her a light shove, "Brat!"

She shoved him back harder, "Oh you have no idea!"

Their laughter could be heard through the Mission until Callen shoved her a little too hard and she fell into a window panel of the ops room and a loud crack was heard.

"Ooooo, Hetty's gonna kill you. You're gonna get it!" she teased through her laughter

They both laughed, and suddenly they heard Hetty's voice through the Mission.

"Mr. Callen! I need to see you now!"

"How the hell does she do that?" he whispered in Reagan's ear as he pulled her up bumping in to him.

Reagan covered her mouth to muffle a giggle as she pushed him away.

"Now please, Mr. Callen!"

Reagan's laughter followed him down the stairs as he went to Hetty's office.