(Norway)

(Emily's P.O.V.)

"So, you excited to see your parents?" Sam asked me from the back seat.

I was driving Deeks, Sam, Kensi, Callen, and I to my parent's house.

The only reason why I was driving was because I knew where to go.

We landed in Norway about twenty minutes ago.

"Sure." I said.

"What about you, Callen?" Deeks asked. "You excited to see the in-laws?"

"I actually am." Callen said from the passenger seat. "I can't wait to meet them."

"Wait, you never met her parents?" Kensi asked.

"No." Callen said.

"Well, this going to be interesting." Deeks said.

"Do they even know you're married?" Sam asked.

"Probably not, Sam." Callen said. "It was a secret, remember?"

"How did you guys get married?" Kensi asked.

"Long story." Callen and I said at the same time.

"And my parents do know I'm married." I said.

Callen looked at me surprised.

"You told them?" Callen asked.

"Yeah, but, they don't know it's you, so, don't tell them." I said.

"How did they take it?" Kensi asked.

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

"Emily whatever the other reason is, you can tell us." I heard my Mom say.

I hesitated.

Then, I said:

"I'm married."

I then looked up at them.

"What?" My Mom asked, shocked.

"I'm married." I said. "I've been married for roughly six months. It's not what you think though. He's a great guy. I knew him for years. He's in the same line of work as I am. He-"

"Get out." My Dad said, suddenly. Cutting me off.

"What?" I asked.

"I said, get. Out." My Dad said.

"I don't understand." I said.

"You're not my daughter." My Dad said.

"Henry," My Mom began.

"Well, it's the truth!" My Dad shouted at her. "She's not my daughter! Because my daughter wouldn't just up and marry a junkie!"

"Henry!" My Mom said, sternly.

"Just when I thought I could be PROUD of you." My Dad said, looking at me with cold eyes. "Turns out I was wrong."

"Dad," I began.

"I'm NOT your father." My Dad said coldly. "Not anymore. Get the hell out of my house. And don't even think about coming back."

"…You could say they were…..Surprised." I said.

"Surprised in a good way?" Deeks asked.

"…..Yeah." I said.

"Looks like G.'s got nothing to worry about then." Sam said, patting Callen on the shoulder.

"Probably, but, don't tell them I'm married to you." I said to Callen. "That goes for everyone. Don't say anything about it."

"But I thought they were good with it?" Kensi asked.

"I want to introduce them properly when I get the chance." I said. "So, until then, please don't say anything."

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I pulled into my parent's drive way, and parked the car.

"Can I talk to G. alone for a second?" I asked.

"Yeah, of course." Sam said.

Then, Sam, Deeks, and Kensi got out of the car. Leaving me with Callen.

A couple seconds went by, then I said:

"Before we go in there, I just want you to know I haven't seen my parents in almost ten years…...And the last time I saw them, things didn't go so well."

"When you went to see them on that vacation you took." Callen said.

I nodded.

"What happened?" Callen asked.

"I don't want to get into it right now." I said. "After this is over, I'll tell you."

"Ok." Callen said.

Then, I got out of the car.

Callen got out of the car also, and we, along with Sam, Deeks, and Kensi, headed toward the front door.

"Are you going to divorce him?" My Dad asked bitterly.

"No." I said.

"Then we have nothing else to talk about." My Dad said.

"Dad," I began.

"If you want to be back in our lives, you have to divorce that good for nothing filth you call a husband." My Dad said. "Otherwise, don't bother calling again."

"Dad, don't make me choose." I said.

"Well, I am." My Dad said. "So, what's it going to be?"

I put my hand up to knock on the door, but hesitated.

"Him." I said. "I choose him."

I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder, and squeeze it a little.

I didn't have to look to know it was Callen.

Then, I took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.