"No way. I am staying on that couch," she yelled.

"No. You are a guest and I will not let you sleep on that couch again!" yelled Callen right back. Her back ached but she was not going to admit that now. Both of them turned to Sam. He looked between the two and Callen raised one eyebrow.

"Well, whilst you are within your own right to refuse the bed Callen also is within his rights to offer it to you. As you are the guest and technically in protective care you should take it. Trust me, your back will thank you," she gave a frustrated sigh.

"So it's settled, you are sleeping in the bedroom tonight and I am on the couch," she sighed once more.

"Fine," she said as Callen's phone started to ring.

"Sir, yes she is," he stopped talking. "Of course sir but are you sure?" he turned to look at Sam. "We'll bring her in right away," he finished the call in the other room. Alena turned to Sam.

"Do you know who that is?" she asked as he looked at the car out front.

"I would guess the director. He is probably the only person aside from a few others who Callen would use formal language with," she laughed as Callen walked back in.

"The director wants to see you. Apparently this case has hit a high note with the people in charge, Vance needs you back to the office now," she nodded.

"Is it alright for me to?" he nodded.

"If the director says it is then trust me it is," she walked behind Sam as they went into the car again. The route taken was slightly longer but she didn't look out the window. They drove into a driveway that was surrounded by walls and Sam opened the door for her. She stepped inside and suddenly all eyes in the room were on her. Kensi and Deeks walked straight over.

"What is she?" started Deeks but Kensi just put her elbow straight into his stomach.

"The director wants all of us up in Ops now," said Hetty as she began to walk up the stairs. Sam, Kensi and Deeks all raced up and Callen walked behind her. Eric stood as she came in, so did Nell. They walked behind the table and an image popped up on the screen. It was a digital version of the photo she had got yesterday, with a close up of the man's face. Next to it was a wanted poster with his name plastered all over it.

"Michael, Eli, whatever you call him is one of the most wanted men by almost every law enforcement agency on this earth. He is known as an elusive, unpredictable and dangerous person. Run into him in a dark alley and it may well be your last moment," Director Vance walked into the room. All of them turned to face him. "He is normally a ghost, leaves nothing behind. Wanted in connection to murders, terrorist activities, weapons deals, drugs, almost anything you can connect with the criminal underworld. Wanted for also killing multiple marines, soldiers and SEALs," at this Sam's face gained a scowl. "He is also suspected of taking charge of multi-million dollar companies by gaining the owners trust, then killing them. This man's head literally is worth more money than anything we own, even added together. You are the first person that we have ever met who knows him and is still alive. This man clearly is a danger and you need to help us catch him," she nodded.

"Anything, but I don't know as much as you think I do. All I know is my family moved here when I was young and I can't remember where from. The moment we moved into a house he visited at least once a week, his son every second. I never liked either of them and relished the times I could escape by going to school. His son began to express an interest soon after I turned twelve," she tightened her lips. "I'm sorry that's all I know apart from what I told you yesterday. That and that I don't know if this is my real name. Unlikely for my last name but one of my only childhood memories is of my mother saying my name when I interrupted her reading me stories. She. . . . She would sit me on my bed and I would like down whilst she stroked my hair. Every night no matter what," she turned her back to the others and wiped her eyes using her arm. Kensi put her arm over her shoulder.

"I'll take her downstairs," Kensi walked her downstairs and they sat down on a couch together. She stood and walked to get her a box of tissues which she accepted.

"Thanks," she grabbed a single tissue and wiped her eyes.

"Listen, I understand this must be hard for you. If anyone gets it then you can bet Callen does. He recently had a truth about his family revealed. I also understand talking to someone helps, and I have been told I'm a good listener," Alena laughed.

"By who? I'm guessing not Deeks," they both laughed.

"Callen can take care of you, trust me on that," she nodded.

"I know," she gave a half smile.

"Don't worry about giving us information. Anything will help us catch him which we will," she stood up.

"Thanks," said Alena as she also stood. Kensi walked up the stairs as Callen came down.

"I'm taking you back to the house. Vance needs to contact DC and Eric is trying to find any photos of the guy from all the traffic cameras. Kensi did you get some stuff?" she nodded.

"In the bag over there. The clothes are from the office wardrobe, I think the sizing is right," Alena turned to look at Callen as he walked to pick up the bag. He handed it to her and she unzipped the top. Inside was a pile of clothes, basic tops and jeans, along with other items, such as socks and underwear. "I hope everything in there will do," she nodded.

"Thanks, this is great. I'm kind of sick of wearing this now," he smiled.

"Come on, if we wait any longer Deeks might find a reason to come down and then we would never get out of here," they heard a chuckle from behind and both turned around. Sam walked away as they both looked at each other. She smiled and he smiled back. This time she sat in the front of the car with Callen. He looked at her at every moment, whilst at red lights. She spotted something in the corner of the car.

"Traffic school? You got sent to traffic school?" he snatched the paper out of her hands.

"Yes and may I add worst two days of my life. Believe it or not songs and puppets do not benefit it when helping to learn the road rules," she started to laugh. They drove into the driveway and he grabbed the bag with her stuff. She took the bag and immediately changed into jeans and a singlet.

"So much better," she sat down on the couch and he walked over.

"Listen would you mind going over everything again for me?" she shook her head. "Start at the beginning."