A/N- I've been in Taylor's shoes before. It sucks to get busted sneaking in. Anyways, I'm enjoying writing this character. Thank ya'll for the reviews :)
And I don't own NCIS or NCIS: LA.

Search and Destroy

Taylor looked at her cell phone before opening the side screen door. She winced when she saw the time. 6 am. Way later than she had hoped. She opened it slowly, trying to not make any noise.

She made it through the kitchen; the only noise that was being made was the automatic coffee maker. Taylor thought she was home clear and, slowly, made her way up the stairs. A voice stopped her.

"6 am, huh?" Her father's voice. What was her dad doing at her aunt's house, at six am? "Little late to be sneaking in, don't you think?"

She turned around. Mascara was smeared, her hair in a ponytail, high on her head and wearing the same clothes she went out in last night. "It's not what you think."

"Coming in at six in the morning is not what I think it is?" Callen asked, getting up off the couch, coffee mug in hand.

"I was going for a run," Taylor improvised. If she got caught, it was usually by Skylar and well… her aunt was a pushover. But getting caught by her father was a whole new one. And she was usually a better liar than this.

"If you making lying a habit, I suggest getting a little better at it," Callen said. He didn't have much experience at parenting or being parented but Sam always said the "guilt" technique was the best.

Taylor bit her lip, nervously.

He shrugged. "I suggest getting in the shower now, before you're late for school. Just a suggestion." Taylor made her way up the stairs and passed Skylar in the hallway. Busted.

When Callen got to work and seeing Kensi come in late and definitely dressed up, made him think of catching his daughter red-handed. It was hilarious, if not given the fact that his teenage daughter was sneaking out at night. Oh she was going to give him grey hair.

Callen and Sam were walking down the street to the tattoo shop. Callen was thinking about how he grew up a couple blocks from here. Walking into the tat shop, he turned to Sam. "Why am I suddenly having nightmares of my daughter turning up with a tattoo?" He thought it probably had to do with something about this morning's events.

"Because it's every father's nightmare? And it's your daughter?" Sam asked.

"So when was your first tattoo?"

After Callen dropped Flynn off, he knew where he had to go- Taylor's. Going undercover as a game nerd was…enlightening. He wondered if Taylor played video games at all. Flynn was a little bit like Callen and in return, Callen was really hoping he could change his ways, for his daughter's sake.

Opening up Skylar's front door, he found Taylor watching TV, more specifically Jersey Shore. He cringed at that fact. His daughter had horrible taste in TV shows. And yes, Callen did know what it was, thanks to Dom and Eric bringing it up and Nate going on a tangent about Snooki and the rest of them."Two times in one week, dad? Again, common courtesy is to send a text."

"Common courtesy is to not be sneaking in at six in the morning," he fired back, slipping off his shoes and making his way into the living room.

"Oh, so next time, I'm supposed to not come home at all? Okay, I will just go straight to school," Taylor smiled, sitting up on the couch.

Callen settled into the chair, opposite the couch. "There won't be no, next time, Taylor."

"That's what you think."

"Taylor," he said warningly. "Where'd you sneak out to, anyways?"

She shrugged. "The beach."

"Right," Callen said.

"How did you know I snuck out?" Taylor asked. That question had been eating her up all day. She really wanted to know.

He laughed. "Skylar got up last night because she forgot to set the coffee maker. Imagine her surprise when she found the screen door open. She sent me a text."

"Damn," Taylor said.

The next morning, he found Eric. "Can you pull up a call log? Cody James," he told Eric. He had got Cody's number from Taylor's cell phone last night when she went to the washroom. He wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that Cody didn't have a juvenile record. He was happy that Cody wasn't a convicted felon; he didn't look it either, but one part of Callen hoped he was, so he could forbid his daughter from seeing him. Although his father was an Internal Affairs detective at LAPD. Oh the joys of being a parent, Callen thought.