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So I know this chapter is short, but the reason or that is that the next one will be pretty long (I think, I haven't actually written it yet but what I have planned in involved). Anyway I hope you enjoy this update and now I have finally moved house and am on holiday I hope to have the next update to you before next Friday. Fingers crossed and real life willing. Anyway enough from me, enjoy this chapter.

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Hetty was sat in the bar of her hotel enjoying a nice glass of scotch. She was thinking about the surprises she had faced that day, seeing Mr Deeks for the first time since he left, and the call from Mr Callen warning her off. She wasn't sure what to make of that. She knew Callen was protective to those he thought of as family, she had been on the receiving end of the protection more than once. But the way he behaved towards her with regards to Mr Deeks… that was something else. Something she had never seen in him before, and it intrigued her. She wanted to know what it was about the former detective that provoked such emotions in her boy. Therefore as she sat there she tried to think of the right questions to ask to gain the answers she sort. And as she ran ideas through her mind she subconsciously watched the door, waiting for the moment that Mr Callen arrived. Because while she had told him to meet her in the morning, she did not think he would wait that long. No doubt he would stop off to see her before carrying on towards Mr Deeks. Therefore she noticed when someone entered the bar, though it was not the person she thought it would be.

Frank waited until the restaurant had closed before leaving the part-time bar staff to run the place for him. He'd thought about what he was going to do ever since his call to Callen. And while he knew the other man was on his way, and he knew he was meeting with this Hetty the next morning, he also now knew she was his boss. He doubted he could give her the roasting she truly deserved for the setback she had caused in his boy. Therefore he was determined to give her a piece of his mind, and to hell with the consequences. She had no connection to him, and he needed her to know that she was not welcome in his bar, that she was not welcome anywhere near his son.

It was with this in mind that he entered the Sunset hotel and was told that Mathilda Hunt was sitting in the bar. Walking through the door it didn't take him long to work out which was the woman he was looking for. She was sitting in the seat he knew Callen and Deeks would automatically choose, the one that showed all entrances and exits as well as all those in the bar. Though he did have to say that she was not what he expected. Or at least she wasn't until he was standing in front of her and he could see into her eyes, then he knew, she was more dangerous than even he'd thought. This woman was even more dangerous than Callen at his most protective. Oh yes, Hetty was not someone you messed with, but he just shrugged that thought away. Because she'd messed with his family first, and he never been one to shy away from protecting his own, no matter what the cost to himself.

"Hetty?" He asked gruffly. He may be 99.9% sure it was her, but he needed clarification before he gave her a piece of his mind.

"Detective Monroe. How can I help you?" Hetty asked smiling up at the man in front of her with a calculating look in her eye as she slipped her drink. She didn't know for sure, but she could take an educated guess about why he was there. As such she studied the man who it seemed had come all this way to protect Mr Deeks from her. If nothing else she respected him for that. Any man who refused to cower at her knowing stare was definitely someone she worthy of her time.

"Its former detective, and stay away from my son." Growled out Frank deciding not to beat around the bush. She was the kind of person who could tie you in knots with words if you allowed her to. He wasn't going to give her that chance. No way in hell.

"Ah. How is Mr Deeks?" Hetty asked simply not even flitching at the supressed anger in his voice. She had seen and heard worse in her life after all.

"Fine, no thanks to you." Frank responded with, his eye narrowing at the almost flippant sound to the words she had spoken. How dare she take Marty's troubles so lightly? She was the reason he was like this. She had been his boss, and she was the one that had allowed him to be tortured. Oh yes, he really did not like this woman.

At his words Hetty put down her drink and turned to Frank with a serious look in her eyes as she spoke honestly. "I meant no harm. I was not aware he was here. If I had known I would not have arrived unannounced."

Frank heard the truth in her words and couldn't help but frown. If she had not come for Marty, what did she want with his bar? "Then why did you come, if not for him?" He asked leaning down to rest his hands on the back of the chair opposite her. He did not do the move to intimidate her, he didn't think he could even if he wanted to, no he did it to stop himself showing any emotion while continuing this conversation. To stop himself from reacting to whatever it was she was going to say in answer to his question.

At that Hetty sighed before answering once more with complete honesty, an honesty she rarely showed in connection to Callen. "I wanted to know what my son was doing spending so much time in you bar." She replied with a subtle emphasis on the word son so that the man across from her would know he was not the only one looking out for their family, for their child.

"Callen's you son?" Frank asked straightening in surprise at that. Surely that was something Callen would have told him when he asked who she was, rather than telling him she was his boss.

"As much as Mr Deeks is yours, yes." Hetty responded staring straight into Franks eyes.

And returning that look Frank suddenly realised he understood this woman. Understood why she'd come. It didn't mean he liked it or thought it was the right thing to do, but he did understand she did not mean any harm, though that did not excuse the fact that she had caused it. But he knew this wasn't his battle to fight. This was Callen's war. He'd said his piece, told her to stay away from Marty, the rest was up to Callen to deal with. Therefore he nodded before saying, "Okay. Have a nice evening."

"You too, Mr Monroe. And please tell Mr Deeks, I am sorry for any destress I have caused him." Hetty replied with a smile. She truly meant it. Had she known he was here she wouldn't have come… no that was a lie. Had she known he was here she would have come sooner. Something she knew Mr Callen was perfectly aware of. It was after all the reason he never told her.

Frank decided that that didn't even deserve a response. There was no way he would be mentioning this woman or this conversation to his son. Therefore without saying anything more he left the hotel and climbed back into his car. And as he sat there he realised that he had a lot more questions for Callen when he arrived than he had originally thought he would. With that in mind he turned his car back to the bar. He wanted to make sure he was ready and waiting for when G Callen turned up. It was time for them to have a talk, father to boyfriend.