If I haven't stated already, I do not own NCIS: Los Angeles.

Although, Taylor Lockhart is all mine : )

Don't you just love original characters?

"Sam?" Callen called out. He saw his partner walking towards him with a large smile on his face. "Where is he?" Callen asked, glancing around Sam.

"What? No 'hi' to your partner? No 'congratulations'?" Sam teased.

"You got him?" Callen pursued.

"Yes, G," Sam sighed. "He's just being checked by the EMT outside."

"Why outside?" Callen's eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

"I took one of the guys on staff with us just in case. Figured the little guy would be inseparable from you if we didn't get him checked out first. He hasn't stopped asking about you G." Sam looked at Callen knowingly. Callen glanced away from his gaze.

"But he's ok right?" Callen asked with hesitance.

"Yes, G," Sam said exasperated. "He's perfectly fine," Sam assured him.

"Good," Callen answered stoically. They stood in comfortable silence for a moment before Sam began slowly.

"G, listen. I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't know what you were going through and I just assumed things and I-" Callen cut him off.

"Sam." Sam brown eyes locked with blue. They shone with great appreciation. "You have nothing to apologize for," Callen stated simply and didn't need to say anything more. Their moment was interrupted when the door opened again with Kensi and Deeks dragging in McCormick and Malvir. Callen's eyes locked with McCormick's and he smirked evilly at Callen. He felt a chill go down his spine as he usually did when ever he was around the man when he was younger. It disappeared as Kensi and Deeks dragged their guilty party towards holding. Sam noticed the strange aura emitting from his friend and glanced behind just as Kensi and Deeks were walking away. The door opened once more to reveal a scrawny, fifteen-year old boy wrapped in a blanket and an EMT following close behind.

"Taylor." Sam heard Callen whisper. He turned and looked at his friend's face. It was an expression mixed with many emotions. Emotions that Callen showed to very few people. Shock. Relief. Disbelief. Love. Joy. It was moments like this that Sam savored and appreciated having the partner he had. He was pretty sure Callen didn't realize he had began walking slowly towards the young man as if he was sleepwalking. Taylor was standing stock still in front of the door.

"Big brother!" the boy called as he noticed the figure walking towards him. Callen had walked half way down the hallway and Taylor ran the other half, leaving the blanket behind him. Taylor hesitated slightly before launching himself at Callen. Callen gripped the boy tightly to him, one hand around his shoulders and the other on the boy's head. Taylor began sobbing and Callen tried to calm him.

"Shh," Callen shushed him. "It's alright, you're safe now." Sam behind him crossed his arms and smiled, taking in the wonderful moment. Hetty stepped up beside him to do the same.

"Thank you, Mr. Hanna." Hetty smiled tearfully up at him.

"It's my duty Hetty."

"To the job?" She asked.

"No, my partner."

After Callen got Taylor to calm down, he sat him down at the couch in the bull pen and sat next to him. He put his hand on the boy's shoulder and looked him squarely in the eye. Taylor glanced up with worried eyes and Callen smiled lightly to reassure him.

"Taylor, I'm going to ask you very serious questions and I want you to answer me honestly." Callen began, the boy nodded. Kensi sat on Sam's desk while Deeks and Sam stood next to all observed the pair before them.

"I wonder what they are talking about." Kensi whispered to Deeks and Sam.

"I think we all have a pretty good idea, Kens," Deeks said slowly. Sam stood with his arms crossed again, this time with a worried expression.

"Are you hurt?" Callen asked.

"No, I'm fine," Taylor answered back with a smile.

"Did they...touch you in places they shouldn't have?" Called probed slowly. He could feel his hands clam up and sweat dew upon his neck. He really hated this.

"When I was-"Taylor paused, a look of discomfort crossing his face. Callen nodded, encouraging him to go on. "When I was at the other place yes but not at the one they took me too." Taylor whispered.

"You're sure?" Callen whispered back. "Mr. McCormick didn't touch you? Ever?"

"No." Taylor said with certainty. Callen having experience with whether people were lying or not was extremely relieved to see that Taylor wasn't.

"Good." Callen patted Taylor's shoulder before ruffling the kid's short hair. It was slightly uneven from a series of crappy hair cuts and dirty. Taylor smiled up at Callen before his face morphed back into a frown.

"Callen?"

"Yeah?" Callen glanced at him sideways, leaning forward so his forearms were rested on his thighs.

"What's going to happen to me?" Callen sighed.

"I don't know yet kid, but we are going to figure that out." Callen was about to ask if Taylor was hungry because frankly the kid was scarily skinny. Hetty approached them with clothes over her arms.

"Mr. Lockhart, I feel your in for a good bath and hair cut. Don't you agree?" Hetty smiled at him warmly and Taylor stared up at her slightly confused. He, however, nodded and tried a small smile. He wasn't normally treated this it to Hetty to think about fashion and appearance before food.

"Hetty don't you think he should eat first?" Callen asked.

"I'm sure our young lad is famished but I believe he will enjoy his meal much more if he is warm and clean." Callen opened his mouth but then nodded. If the kid ate after having a nice shower he would most likely fall asleep more peacefully. Who knows if Taylor would be able to stay awake to take a showed after eating. Hetty beckoned the boy, who stood up and followed after Hetty somewhat awkwardly.

"Oh, and I am Henrietta but you can call me Hetty." Callen heard her call over her shoulder as she started walking away. Taylor glanced behind him at Callen with a panicked expression. Callen smirked at him and stood before nodding at him saying 'go with her'. Callen stared after him as he scampered off. Kensi and Deeks decided to leave to get food as Sam made his way over to his partner. They both figured the two needed some space at the moment. Sam put his hand on his partner's shoulder in a comforting manner. Callen glanced up at him briefly before sinking back into the couch and putting his face in his hands, groaning.

"Hey, you ok?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Callen replied, the sound being muffled by his hands. "I don't know what I'm going to do Sam." Callen resurfaced, revealing his pink tinged face.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out G. I mean the kid's your brother right?"

"Foster brother, yeah but that's not what I mean. I would gladly adopt him but I don't know what he's been through Sam. He's been missing for the past ten years. Who knows what people have done to him in that period of time." Sam next to his friend, pondering his worries.

"Look G. The kid adores you. You got nothing to worry about." Sam reassured him.

"How? I'm surprised he even remembers me. I only knew him for two weeks before he was taken."

"Good memory?" Sam guessed. Callen shrugged and rubbed at his eyes tiredly. He couldn't think straight right now. There was too much uncertainty at the moment. Sam noticed his fatigue and stood. "Get some sleep G. I'll wake you when they get out." Callen didn't fight it and leaned his head back on the couch, easily falling asleep in a sitting position. Sam went to his desk and began working on some paper work before feeling his eyelids droop. He tried to keep his eyes open but soon found his head on his desk and was fast asleep as well. The pair fell asleep with no monsters or worries haunting their dreams.

What they didn't know was just how accurate Sam's guess really was.

Wow, it's like I just keep writing and writing and it never stops. I have no idea when this will ever end but I hope your enjoying it at least. Please feel free to review! Your words make me super happy :)