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As soon as the door slammed shut behind him Callen leaned against it with his arms crossed over his chest. "Start talking," he ground out forcing himself not to move. If he did, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from taking a swing at the man in front of him.

Granger shook his head as he pulled out a chair and set down. "You are dangerously close to insubordination Agent Callen."

Callen merely glared at him. "Erin O'Rourke had no family so why is the girl calling you Uncle?" The girl. He couldn't allow himself to even think her name or he would lose it.

"And I wasn't aware that you were related to Agent Hanna's children," Granger replied sarcastically. "You don't have to be related by blood for a child to call you uncle," he reminded him.

Callen's hands tightened around his arms as it took every ounce of willpower not move and pound the crap out of Granger. "How do you know them?"

"Seamus O'Rourke was my partner. He died on a mission and I promised him I would look out for his daughter, Erin. Of course, she decided she wanted to follow in her father's footsteps. I managed to talk her out of joining the CIA, didn't want her involved with the crap that was going on there. So instead she joined the ATF. I think you know what happened from there," Granger glared at Callen. "Agent G. Callen. You ignore whatever rules get in your way. Of course, you're never the one to pay the price. You broke the rules against fraternization and she paid the price. And as if that wasn't enough then you broke her heart."

Callen briefly closed his eyes at Granger's accusation, unable to argue against it. "It was for the best. I couldn't allow another such situation to occur so I left." At least now he knew why Granger had always seemed to hate him. "The girl?"

"I think you know the answer to that."

"Why?" But Callen wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer.

Callie fidgeted as she glanced at the agents around her. No one was talking. She glanced back down the hall again.

Deeks caught her glance and figured it was time to distract her. "So Callie, what grade are you in? Fifth, Sixth?"

She frowned at him. "I just finished Eighth. I start High School next year."

Deeks blinked at that. "Wow, what did you do, skip a couple of grades?"

She glared at him, tired of being mistaken for being younger than she is. "No. I'm 14!"

"Really?"

Her glare deepened as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Yes," she ground out. "I'm just short. Stupid genes," she muttered.

"Hey, nothing wrong with being short," Deeks started to tell her. "And I think I'll shut up now," he added as he saw the look being directed at him by Hetty.

Before anyone else could say anything they were interrupted by the ringing of Hetty's phone. She answered it. "Yes Mr. Beale."

"Hetty, we checked the footage near Erin O'Rourke's residence and got footage of the van. After running it through Kaleidoscope we found it. It appears to have been abandoned."

"Good work Mr. Beale. Send the location to Ms. Blye and Mr. Deeks. Is there anything else?"

"Not yet, we're still running down locations that may be owned by Connors."

"Keep me informed." She hung up and turned to the younger agents. "You should be receiving the details now. Go check out the van, see if anything was left behind that can tell us where they are."

"Got it. Let's go Deeks," Kensi said, the two quickly getting up and leaving.

Callie looked at Hetty. "My mom?"

Hetty reached over and patted her hand comfortingly. "If there's anything to find they will find it."

Tears prickled at her eyes as she nodded and lowered her gaze. Her hand unconsciously rose to her locket.

"That's a nice locket. Can I see?" Sam asked.

Her hand tightened around it before she sighed. "I don't take it off," she told him, moving a little closer to let him see it around her neck.

Sam nodded. "Must be really important to you." It was oval in shape, silver. Nothing expensive though obviously very old. "May I?"

She nodded indicating he could open it.

He did so staring at the two pictures contained with in. On the left was a woman, obviously pretty with brown hair and green eyes. "Your mom? She's pretty," he added at her nod. The picture on the right was of a younger Callen. No wonder the girl had recognized him. He hadn't changed much, just a lot less hair. "Thank you," he told her as he closed the locket and released it.

Just then a commotion from interrogation caught everyone's attention. "Mr. Hanna," Hetty indicated, and he quickly strode down there, worried about what he would find.

"Do you really have to ask?" Granger responded to Callen's question. "You left her while she was in the hospital, wounded."

"The doctors said she would make a full recovery. I didn't see the point in drawing it out any longer."

"Yeah, full recovery. She could have but didn't. And that was your fault as well."

Callen's head shot up at that. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Granger waved him off. "Leaving that aside for the moment, what would you have done if she had told you? Stayed?"

"Yes. No. I don't know." He closed his eyes for a moment. Opening them he glared at Granger. "I wasn't giving the option. This whole time you've been here, you knew exactly who I was and you didn't say anything."

Granger got up and took a step toward him. "What was there to say? You'd already made it perfectly clear that you wanted nothing to do with Erin. You didn't even try to keep tabs on her or you would have already known about the girl."

"I had a right to know."

Granger got in his face. "You gave up that right when you walked out on her in the hospital!"

Callen lost it, grabbing fistfuls of Granger's shirt he slammed him against the wall. "I had a right to know that I have a daughter!" he roared, slamming him against the wall a second time.

The door slammed open as Sam raced in. "G!" He grabbed the smaller man, trying to drag him off of the Assistant Director.

"You gave up that right!" Granger yelled back into Callen's face as he lost his own temper. "If I had told you what would you have done? You walked out on Erin once, you would have walked out on her daughter as well. I wasn't going to let you hurt Callie as well! You'd already done enough damage to Erin!"

"I wasn't the one who shot her!"

"No but it was your fault she never recovered!"

Both men ignored Sam's efforts to separate them.

Hetty walked into the room. "What is going on in here?" But she was also ignored. With the commotion, no one noticed Callie standing in the doorway, staring wide-eyed at the two yelling men.

"The doctors all said she would make a full recovery!"

"If they could have removed the bullet but she refused the operation! She loved you and you left her so she was determined to hold onto the one piece of you she had left! She refused the operation so she could keep the baby and by the time she gave birth it was too late! So yes! It's your fault that she never recovered!"

Silence filled the room for a moment after Granger's outburst as Callen finally released his hold on the man, slumping into Sam's embrace. A broken sob drew all attention to the door. Callie stood there, tears streaming down her face as she looked from one face to the other, shaking her head.

Realization filled Granger. "Shit. Callie," he started to say. But she turned and bolted out of the door and down the hallway, slamming the door to the boat-shed open without slowing down.

Before he'd even realized he was moving, Callen was out of Sam's grip and running after her. "Wait," he called after her but she kept running. Out of the boat-shed and through the Marina. How the hell was she able to run so fast with her injuries? His eyes widened as she raced out into the intersection, giving no notice to the cars speeding by. Forcing himself to his limit he put on a burst of speed, grabbing her and pushing out of the way of a truck.

They hit the ground hard, Callen twisting his body to cushion her fall. Screeching tires and blaring horns filled the air as he cradled her against his chest. He ignored her weak attempts to push away from him and wrapped his arms tightly around her. "Are you alright?" His hands gently searched her body for injury without letting her go.

"Let me go," Callie cried weakly as sobs shook her body. "Just let me go." She placed her hands against his chest and tried to push away.

"Shh, it's okay," Callen told her, one hand rising to the back of her head, drawing it forward to rest against his chest.

That one move broke what little resistance Callie still had. Her hands stopped pushing against him, instead they fisted into his shirt as she collapsed completely against him, sobbing out all of her pain and sorrow.

Callen cradled her to him as he stood. Ignoring the people that had gathered around to inquire if they were alright, he held the girl tightly against his chest and headed for the small park across from the Marina.

So intent on his destination and the girl in his arms, he never noticed the man who stared at them before glancing down at a photo on his phone. A moment later the man stepped to the side, his phone now against his ear as he kept an eye on the entrance to the park.