(NCIS: OSP Headquarters)

(Callen's P.O.V.)

I was in the weapons room with Emily, watching her put her gun back together.

I knew she wasn't alright.

I knew there was something bothering her.

But I didn't call her out on it.

I didn't want to push her into telling me.

Whenever I did that in the past, she just pushed me away.

The last time being when she came back from her vacation to visit her parents.

"Hey! You're back!" I said. Happy to see Emily come into my apartment.

"I am." Emily said, smiling a little at me, as she made her way over to me. "What have you been doing since I've been gone?"

"Oh, you know," I began, as I sat the book I had in my hands down on the floor. "The same G. Callen stuff I normally do. Read, practice languages, eat, kinda sleep, walk around, catch bad guys." I then stood up. "Enough about me. What did you do in Norway with your parents?"

"Nothing much." Emily said, quickly, as she looked around the apartment. As if she didn't see it before now.

I studied Emily.

"Did something happen?" I asked.

"No." She said.

"Em, I know you're lying." I said. "What happened?"

"Nothing." Emily said.

"Emily," I began.

"NOTHING HAPPENED!" She shouted as she finally looked at me. "Nothing happened! Quit asking!"

"Ok, calm down." I said. "I just wanted to know what you did during your vacation. That's all."

Emily stared at me for a couple seconds, then she sighed.

"I'm sorry, G." Emily said sincerely. "But drop it, ok?"

"Ok." I said, as I wondered what happened.

So, I didn't push her to tell me.

I just hope she will on her own.

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(Emily's P.O.V.)

"Mom, Dad….There's something I have to tell you." I began.

"You're not an accountant." My Dad said.

I shook my head.

"I don't understand." My Mom said.

"Being an accountant is my cover job." I said. "One of them, anyway."

"Then what do you actually do?" My Mom asked.

I hesitated a little, then I said:

"I'm a Federal Agent."

My Mom and Dad looked at me in shock.

"But you can't tell anyone." I said quickly. "No one. It a risk telling you already."

My Dad suddenly looked at me with pride.

I took that as a good sign.

"That's why you keep missing Thanksgiving and Christmas?" My Mom asked.

"Sometimes." I said.

"Sometimes?" My Dad repeated. "That means there's another reason."

I looked down at my hands. Debating whether to come clean or not.

After I reassembled my gun, I looked at Callen.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing." Callen said, shaking his head.

"Callen, Emily," I heard a voice say suddenly.

Callen and I looked toward the voice and saw Nell had came into the room.

"Adam's leaving." Nell said.

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"Where's he going?" I asked, as Callen, Nell, and myself entered OPS. Joining Deeks, Kensi, Sam, Eric, and Hetty.

"He's on a plane to New York City." Eric said. "With a connecting flight."

"To where?" Hetty asked.

"…Norway." Eric said, surprised.

"Are you sure?" I asked, as Callen looked at me.

"Yeah. Very sure." Eric said.

"Wait, doesn't Emily's parents…" Deeks began.

"Yeah." Callen said.

"Well, this just keeps getting worse." Deeks said.

"Eric, get a plane ready." Hetty said. "Destination, Norway. Non-stop flight. Fifteen minutes. No less. We've got to get there before Adam does."

Eric gave Hetty a nod, and began to type away on his handheld keyboard.

Hetty then looked at Callen, Sam, Kensi, Deeks, and me.

"Pack your bags, ladies and gentleman." Hetty said. "I want you on that plane in five."

We nodded, and headed out of OPS.