She started to choke up as Callen leaned backwards and looked at Sam. Her eyes glazed over and she started to sob quietly. "Ten years ago, to the day a man who my father worked with was at our house. He had come into the house through the front door and my dad had greeted him. I was thirteen and on the couch by my mum. My dad started to yell at him and the man said goodbye. He shot both my parents and they fell to the ground. He walked over to me and I tripped over my feet, falling backwards. He pulled me up. He said… he said that he would see me. In ten years he would get me back. Then he left. His name back then was Matthew but according to the people he was with he is now known as Eli. He also had a son, Sean, who used to spend hours at our house. My parents asked him to tutor me but he always tried to take it further. As he was a couple of years older I never responded and instead was scared by it. He acted like I belonged to him but I tried to get my parents to make him leave. They refused saying it was for the best. I think he purposely let me see what happened today, to let me know he was back. It worked," she stood up and turned towards the wall and wiped her eyes clear. Sam walked over to her.
"We will make sure you're protected. No harm will come to you and we will catch him," he said and she nodded and Sam along with Callen walked out of the room as she crouched into the corner and fell onto the floor. Deeks and Kensi stood up.
"That was interesting, unexpected to say the least," said Kensi.
"We need to get her into protective care as soon as possible," said Callen.
"There may be a problem with that Mr. Callen," said Hetty as she walked in.
"Hetty, I wasn't aware you were listening in," she nodded.
"All of the safe houses within an immediate area are currently occupied and no new properties are available," Kensi looked at her.
"She could always stay with one of us," Hetty nodded.
"Ms. Kensi that idea is certainly credible, I will leave you to arrange it," she walked out.
"I would like to volunteer my service to her," Deeks said and received a punch in the upper area of his arm from Kensi.
"She can stay with me," Sam, Kensi and Deeks all turned to Callen. He was staring back at the screen which showed her in the room. She had picked herself up off the floor and now was leaning against the table. Her chest still heaved and he looked at her face. "The house that was brought for me has a spare room. If I slept on the couch she could use my bedroom. It would provide constant protection and if we need her, she would be right there," the others looked at him still looking at the screen.
"We will ask her, Kensi and Deeks you can go check her house and pack some clothes for her if she agrees," said Sam and they nodded. Callen walked into the room as the others watched from outside.
"Is everything alright?" she asked. He nodded.
"We wish to put you into protective care effective immediately. However there is a small issue regarding where," she stepped closer towards him and looked straight up at his face. He continued, "No safe houses are available but there is a second option. You can stay at my house, that way I can ensure your safety. It will also make it easier to keep in contact with you. We promise to keep you safe," she looked down at the floor.
"I don't want to inconvenience you," he shook his head furiously.
"It wouldn't be, it is our job to protect people and you do classify as a person," she laughed. Back in the viewing room Kensi and Sam looked at each other.
"Do you remember the last time he made a joke like that to anyone outside of the office?" said Kensi. Sam simply shook his head.
"We will have agents collect clothing from your apartment and Sam and I will escort you to my house," she nodded. "Don't worry; we will keep you safe," she nodded once more and Callen opened the door. The other three agents stood in a circle outside. She shook each of their hands before Kensi spoke up.
"Deeks and I will go to your apartment, check it out," she nodded.
"Thank you," they walked out.
"Come the car is this way," he walked in front with Sam by his side; she was a couple of steps back. During the car ride back Callen drove but still asked her questions, mainly about the case but Sam noticed a few off topic. "Do you have anyone you need to contact?" he asked she shook her head.
"I have no family and to be honest not anyone who would miss me severely enough to notice a disappearance," Sam looked at her. She was staring out the window looking out towards the houses. They drove closer to Callen's house and the car pulled into the driveway. He opened the door for her and she stepped out. Upon entering the house she could not believe how empty it was. Very few pieces of furniture were in the room and only essential pieces seemed to have been used. A pile of books, papers and folders were scattered around the couch that sat by a small coffee table with a television in front of it. She walked further into the room. "Is it just you here?" he nodded. Sam walked in.
"G, you seriously need to get organized," his phone started beeping. "It's Eric, he says he might have something on the senator," Callen nodded.
"You go, I'll help her get organized," Sam nodded back to him. He walked out but stopped at the door.
"G, I can take the car right?" Callen laughed.
"Sure just make sure you bring it back after, with no scratches," Sam laughed.
"No guarantees," he closed the door. She sighed.
"Well I guess it is just us," Callen said as the room went silent.