Somewhere outside of LA
Granger was sitting on the porch swing, pondering on the days events, when a familiar car rode up.
'Well, nice to see you're still alive.' Callen said when he got out of the car.
'Nice to see you too, Callen.' He replied.
'So, nice place she's got set up here.'
'Yeah, it's quite peaceful out here. But I suppose you didn't come here to talk about this place.'
'No. I did nor. (Sitting down next to him). NCIS has been pretty lonely without you. Your replacement is a woman, who I think might be worse then you were when we first met.' Callen said.
'Chuckle. Hetty driving her crazy?'
'No. That's why I came here. Hetty has, been through an awful ordeal.'
Looking worried. 'How awful?' Granger asked.
Callen explained it.
'Is, is she okay?' He slowly asked.
'Physically. But mentally, that's a different picture.' Callen replied.
'You came here to ask me to talk to her, right?'
'Yes. The team and myself have been trying our hardest to help, but I fear what we're doing is not going to be enough. You've known her longer then everyone else, you might be able to break through to her.'
Granger agreed to go see her the next day.
'But Callen, I can't guarantee that I'll be able to help. I haven't talked to her since I left, and for all I know, she doesn't want anything else to do with me.'
'Hmm. I think she'll want to talk to you.' Callen replied, sounding confident. 'Besides, I'm sure you've missed her as well.'
He did.