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"Poor kid," Deeks said as Kensi returned from the bathroom. He handed her a cup of coffee. "You think she'll be alright?"

"I hope so. She seems strong. If things go right she won't have to be as we'll find her mother in time."

"Yeah," Deeks sighed. Glancing back toward the bathroom he asked her, "So, you think she's really related to Granger?"

"God I hope not. For her sake."

"I hear that. Besides, she looks nothing like him. Too pretty."

Kensi snorted into her coffee. "Yeah, cause you could really see what she looks like under all of that dirt and other crap."

Deeks shrugged. "Even with all of that she's still better looking than Granger." He smirked at her.

"I hear that," Kensi agreed before frowning. "Still, there is something familiar about her, I just can't put my finger on it."

Deeks frowned. "Yeah, now that you mention it there is something familiar about her." He shrugged. "Oh well, it'll come to me."

"Don't think too hard, wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."

"Any thinking is gonna put a strain on Deeks', you should know that by now Kensi," Sam said as he entered the room. "Here," he held out a bag to Kensi. "Clothes for the girl, courtesy of Hetty."

"Thanks, I'll go give them to her. Where's Callen?"

"He'll be in in a minute."

"Ok," Kensi shrugged before heading to the bathroom just as the water shut off. "Callie? I've got some clothes for you. I'm going to leave them just inside the door, ok?" She opened the door and put the bag inside.

"Thank you," Callie said quietly.

"You're welcome."

"How is she?" Sam asked as she returned.

Kensi shrugged. "Hanging in there."

Sam nodded in understanding before turning as the bathroom opened again. He watched as the girl started to exit only to stop and stare at him.

"Who are you?" She hung back in the shadows, seemingly unsure.

Deeks answered for her. "This is my friend Sam. He's a good guy. He's gonna check you over if that's alright?"

She frowned. "I told you, I'm fine."

Sam shook his head, deciding to treat her like he would Callen. "Doesn't mean you don't need to get checked out. Humor me." He swore he saw her roll her eyes before she stepped forward.

"Fine."

It was Sam's turn to stop and stare as she stepped in the room out of the shadows, giving them a clear view of her face for the first time. From the startled exclamations behind him, he knew he wasn't the only one who was surprised. He shook his head. Either this Erin had a specific type or Callen was wrong. And he was willing to bet on the latter.

"What?" Callie asked as she glanced warily at them.

"It's nothing. That's a nasty bruise there," Sam told her as he glanced at her forehead. "How's your vision? Blurry at all?" He gave a look of warning to the other two.

She shrugged as she let him sit her down on the couch. "Not anymore."

He frowned at her answer. "But there was?"

"Maybe a little after I first hit my head? It went away by the time I found the payphone."

Sam frowned and accepted the first aid kit from Deeks. He carefully checked the girl over. She winced as he shined the pen light into her eyes but the pupils were responsive. "Well, looks like nothing's broken, just battered and bruised."

"Told you so," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "What?" she asked as she glanced at Deeks and Kensi who were staring at her.

Kensi shook her head. "Sorry, you just remind me of someone I know."

She frowned at that, opening her mouth to ask who when the door opened and someone else started to walk in.

"Anyone heard anything from Eric or Nell yet?"

Callie could only stare in shock at the man who had just walked in the door. It couldn't be. Her hand rose to clutch her locket as she turned back to the large man beside her. He was gazing at her with worry in his eyes. "I think I hit my head harder than I thought," she managed to say before her eyes rolled up inside her head.

"Shit!" Sam exclaimed as he grabbed her to keep her from hitting the ground.

"What the hell?! Is she alright?" Callen asked as he hurried over to the couch, not noticing the looks Kensi and Deeks were shooting him and the girl.

"Yeah, just fainted. Must have been your ugly mug that scared her," Sam joked weakly. He'd seen the recognition on her face but how? His eyes went to the locket she clutched tightly even while unconscious.

Callen opened his mouth to respond when he finally noticed the looks everyone was giving him. "What?" Did he miss something when he was outside? He'd just needed a few minutes to try and sort everything out in peace. What could have happened in that short a period of time?

Deeks opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it. He glanced at Kensi who shrugged. So instead he just pointed toward Callie.

Callen glanced back down at the girl but couldn't see what the problem was. He frowned as he noticed something familiar about her features but put it down as resemblance to Erin. His frown deepened at the thought, as actually she didn't really look that much like Erin after all. Shaking the thought off, he glanced at his team once more.

Sam just shook his head, not saying a word. Kensi stared at him, like she was puzzling something out. Deeks looked at him, then the girl, then at him again. "Seriously? How the hell do you not see it?!"

"What?!" he practically growled.

"That's enough." All eyes turned to see Hetty standing in the doorway with Granger.

Callen swallowed his outburst as he took in the look on Hetty's face. Something big had happened. Or was about to.

Owen Granger stepped into the room and looked down at the girl. "How is she?" he asked quietly.

Sam watched him warily, unsure of his part in this whole mess. He just knew his partner was going to take this badly. "Battered and bruised but okay. She fainted when G walked in."

Granger sighed. "To be expected."

"What? Will someone please tell me what is going on?!"

Hetty came over and placed her hand on his arm. "Easy Mr. Callen. Sit down."

He frowned down at her. "Hetty-"

Callie took that moment to stir on the couch. With a groan she reached up and rubbed her eyes, before glancing around the room. "Uncle Owen?" she asked as she took in Granger. "I had the weirdest dream," she started to say before her gaze landed on Callen.

Callen watched as confusion, then recognition came across her face. He shifted under her gaze, why was she staring at him like that? He stared back into her eyes. So familiar, why were they so familiar? Erin's eyes were green, not blue. He'd only ever seen eyes that blue in..the...mirror. As realization finally hit him, he watched as her expression changed to betrayal. But not directed at him.

Callie turned her gaze back to 'Uncle Owen'. "Y-you lied to me."

"Callie," he started to say, holding his hand out to her.

She smacked it away, scrambling backward. "No! You lied to me!"

He tried again. "Let me explain."

"You told me he was dead!" She sobbed out, one hand clutching the locket around her neck. "All this time, you knew, knew where to find him and you told me he was dead."

"It was for your own good," Granger started. He stopped as a string of curses was directed at him in Gaelic, Spanish and Russian. He glared at her. "Callen Evelyn O'Rourke! Don't make me get the soap!"

Callen's eyebrows had gone up at the string of curses that escaped the girl. But it was the name Granger called her that fully snapped him out of his shock. "That's enough!" He was aware of everyone turning to stare at him but he had eyes only for the girl in front of him. His eyes stared back at him out of her face, a face he was startled to realize was a younger, softer and more feminine version of his own. Framed by shoulder length dirty blonde hair, nearly the same color as his own. How had he not seen the resemblance that everyone else had seen with one glance.

But he knew the answer to that. He hadn't been looking because he'd been too busy telling himself it was impossible. He swallowed as he gazed into eyes identical to his own, staring at him with confusion, wariness, and yes, hope. He forced himself to turn away, unable to look any longer. He couldn't give her what she wanted, what she needed.

Instead he fixed a steely glare on Granger. "Explain. Now."

Granger merely looked at him. "Not now Agent Callen."

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the girl jump slightly. But he kept his gaze fixed on Granger. "Now."

Granger gazed at him contemptuously before Hetty cleared her throat. "Fine," he said before turning and heading for the interrogation room.

Callen quickly followed on his heels, slamming the door shut behind him.

The others were left to gaze at one another in silence.

"Um, should someone be in there to keep them from killing each other?" Deeks asked after a minute. "Ow! What was that for?" He asked Kensi as he rubbed his arm. He shut up when he saw her look pointedly at Callie who was gazing around looking completely lost. "Oh."

A moment later a stubborn look of resolve came of the young girl's face as she turned and started for the door the two men had disappeared through. A small hand on her arm stopped her.

"No my dear, this is between them. You'll get your chance for answers, I promise."

"But-" Callie looked at the little old woman in confusion.

"No buts. How about a cup of tea? My name is Hetty, we spoke on the phone earlier."

Callie could only stare in confusion as she found herself seated at the table with a cup of tea in front of her. Glancing at the others in the room she got shrugs and knowing looks.

"That's Hetty for you, she's a force of nature," Deeks told her with a wink. "There's no arguing with her. Well, you could but you'd end up regretting it."

"And don't you forget it Mr. Deeks," Hetty replied as she sat down with her own cup of tea.