Callen didn't know how many minutes passed by. He didn't know how he ended up in the Charger with Sam keeping a death grip on the wheel as he followed the ambulance. He didn't know how he ended up in this chair. He didn't know why they were at a hospital. He shot Emily. He killed her. Didn't he? Callen had no control over anything at that moment, and that terrified him. He didn't know if he was angry at being lied to or disappointed that his parents were terrorists. Did that somehow affect the outcome of his life? What the hell was wrong with him?

"G! Man, listen to me!" Sam said, shaking him out of the trance like state that he had been in for who knows how long. He was sitting in a deserted hospital waiting room. Deeks and Kensi were off in a corner, quietly sipping coffee and looking as if they were at a wake.

"G, what the hell happened to Emily? Was that other guy the one who shot her? Who is he? G! Damn it, answer me!"

"I shot her." Callen said in a sad whisper.

"You what? No, listen man, you're in shock but I need you to focus." Sam said looking Callen in the eyes. "Who shot Emily?"

"I did it. I thought…. I thought she had done something, but he lied to me. I killed her."

Sam honestly had no idea what to make of this. He let his hand fall from his partners shoulder and instinctively backed away. Who was HE? And what had he lied about? Why would G shoot Emily? Callen had noticed Sam's sudden shift in position. 'He must think I'm a monster' Callen thought. At that realization, he broke down in tears. The automatic doors to the lobby opened and Hetty came rushing in.

"Where is she Mr. Hanna?" Hetty asked with an urgent tone in her voice.

Sam walked away from G to meet Hetty across the room. "She's in surgery, it doesn't look good." Sam said sadly.

"What happened?"

"G seems to think that…. Well…"

"Well what, Mr. Hanna?"

"That he shot her." Sam replied quietly. He didn't see how it was possible.

Hetty looked confused for the briefest of seconds before sitting down next to Callen, who was still in hysterics. Even she had never seen Callen so distraught.

"Mr. Callen?" Hetty tried. "Can you tell me exactly what happened?"Hetty put her small hand on her lead agents shoulder.

Hesitant at first, Callen told her everything about how Escorpion told him that Emily had killed his innocent parents and how he had told Emily to meet him at his house and finally, how he had shot her, only to find out that he had been played. Hetty looked troubled. She always knew that Callen's past affected him but she never thought that he would try to kill another agent, a close friend, because of it. Maybe Callen's mental state wasn't what she believed it to be.

"Is she still alive Hetty?" Callen asked with the tiniest glint of hopefulness in his eyes.

Hetty considered for a moment before answering with "Barely." She hated to do this but she couldn't lie to him. "Mr. Callen, you need to prepare yourself for the worst. It just doesn't look good."

The agent buried his head in his hands. This could not be happening. If she died, Callen's life would be over. He couldn't live with the guilt of knowing that he killed her. Hetty lightly squeezed his hand before getting up to talk to Sam.

"Hetty, how are you planning to deal with this? Have G arrested?" Sam asked quietly.

"No, I am going to say that the other man shot her and that Callen shot him." Hetty said immediately. "No one else needs to know about this Sam, including the rest of the team."

"Thank you Hetty." As confused as Sam was, he knew one thing for sure; G wasn't in his right mind tonight and he didn't want him to go to jail.

"He needs you Sam, stay with him." Hetty said gesturing to a now empty seat.

"Shit."Now where had he gone?