Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: Los Angeles or the characters. I'm just borrowing them. I make no money from this.

Author Note: I don't live in LA, never even been there. So I'm going to be vague about locations as I don't know any.

Henrietta Lange gave a small smile as she watched her two senior agents enter the building bantering about something or other. It was good to see things getting back to normal after that whole mess with Janvier. She knew she'd made the right decision all of those years ago when she'd assigned these two as partners. They made such a great team, balancing each other out, grounding one another. They would help each other get through the aftermath of that mess.

She watched as the two sat at their desks and began to fill out their overdue reports, before turning back to her own paperwork. A quiet day was just what they all needed after recent experiences. She paused, perhaps some time off would be better. Once all of their paperwork was done of course. She lifted her cup and took a sip of the tea, savoring it as she read. The ringing of her cellphone distracted her and she put down the tea to pick it up, frowning at the unknown number.

"Lange," she answered.

"H-hello?"

Hetty's frown deepened as she heard the young voice. "Who is this?"

"You have to help her! They took her, they hurt her," the young girl sobbed. "They're going to kill her!"

"Calm down. Take a deep breath," Hetty said as she made her way to the stairs. Spotting Callen glancing at her she waved him off and headed up to ops. "Who are they? And who did they take?"

"My mom! I don't know who they are, they broke in and grabbed us. Mom tried to fight, helped me get away. But they h-hurt her!" The girl's voice broke.

"I need you to calm down. Can you tell me where you are?"

"I don't know," she sobbed.

"Eric, I need a trace on this call," Hetty stated, entering Ops. "How did you get this number?"

"Uncle Owen, he made me memorize it, just in case he said. I tried and tried but I couldn't reach him. What if something's happened to him too?"

Hetty glanced down at the phone in surprise. "Owen Granger?" The man didn't have any family.

"Uh-huh."

Hetty glanced at Eric as he turned from the computer. "It's coming from northern part of downtown LA. There's nothing there but abandoned factories and warehouses."

Hetty covered the phone as she heard the doors to Ops open behind her. "Send the address to Ms. Blye and Mr. Deeks, they're closer. Tell them they're looking for a young girl but to be careful as they may be walking into a trap." Something about this phone call just didn't feel right.

"Hetty?"

"In a moment Mr. Callen." She turned her attention back to the phone. "I'm sending a couple of my people to you, they'll get you to safety. Then we'll see about helping your mother."

"T-thank you."

Hetty could hear the relief in her voice. "You never told me your name."

"C-callie, my name is Callie."

"Don't worry Callie, everything will be alright now." She frowned, hearing the beep indicating more money needed before the dial tone picked up. "Mr. Beale, do we have a visual?"

"On it," Eric said, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

"What's going on Hetty?"

"I'm not sure Mr. Callen."

An image appeared on the large screen. "That's the best I can do Hetty, there's not a lot of cameras in the area."

They watched as a small figure hung up the phone and glanced around the area. The image was too blurry to get a good look at the face but it was clear that it was a very young girl. She wrapped her arms around herself and limped toward one of the buildings, huddling in a doorway, out of sight of the road.

"Who is she?" Callen asked.

"Someone in need of help. She said she was given my number by Assistant Director Granger, and she only called it after being unable to reach him."

"Granger?" Callen shared a look with Sam. As far as he was concerned, anything involving Granger was trouble.

"Yes, though it's no surprise she couldn't reach him. He had to return to Washington to debrief on that whole Janvier mess."

Callen and Sam shared another look. "Did the girl say what sort of trouble she's in?" His blue eyes locked onto the image of the girl. He couldn't make out her face but based on her size she couldn't be more than 12 or 13 years old. Seeing her huddling there brought out his protective instincts. He hated seeing children hurt.

"The dangerous kind." Hetty sighed. "She said some men broke in and abducted both her and her mother but she managed to get away with her mother's help."

"Do you believe her?" Sam asked.

Hetty nodded. "I do, but caution is still advised. It's possible that the men only wanted her to think she had gotten away."

Nell put her hand to her earpiece and spoke quietly for a few minutes. "Ok, thanks." She turned to the others. "Kensi and Deeks are almost there. I told them what we know, including the girl's name."

"Good. Once they have her have them bring her to the boat-shed. Hopefully then we can find out what this is all about." They watched the familiar silver car drive up and stop.