A/N: So I used an online translator because my Dutch is limited to a couple swear words and phrases that may or may not be appropriate that my dad and uncle taught me. So the sentences may not be correct, because we all know how trusty an online translator is, right? Not.

And I definitely remember flunking a few chem tests in my high school days, so I can relate to Taylor. I'm having a lot of fun writing her and thanks for the reviews.

Disclaimer again- I don't own NCIS:LA. Wish I did though. We can all dream, right?

Breach

Skylar was drinking her morning coffee at the kitchen table as she heard Taylor stomp down the stairs in the morning. She winced every time she heard a thud. Taylor in a bad mood was not good. Hell, Taylor in a good mood was sometimes a bad thing.

She also winces as Taylor throws open the door to the fridge. Those appliances don't exactly take to being thrown open so…violently. "Here," Skylar says, handing Taylor a cup of coffee. Taylor takes it and sits down at the table, taking the cream and adding enough to it to make Skylar shudder.

"Bad morning?"

"Fucking Whitney. I hate the bitch," Taylor complaines as she rummaged through the fridge again, this time coming out with milk and the Corn Pops sitting beside the fridge. She fills a bowl right to the brim.

"What did Whitney do this time?" Skylar asks, not knowing if she really did want the answer to that. Whitney McGovern was Skylar's best friend and the co-coach to Taylor's high school soccer team.

"Ran us into the ground. As if Jim and Monica don't do that enough," she grumbles, in between bites of cereal.

Skylar ignores her niece's complaining. "Are you going to eat all that?"

Taylor looks up. "Yeah. Why?"

"That's an awful lot. By the way, why are you in a bad mood this morning?" Skylar takes the liberty of asking the question that may or may not get something thrown at her. Taylor mad always equaled to either holes in the wall from punches or things chucked at stationary or moving objects.

Taylor looks at Skylar. "Because. I'm fucking tired. That's why."

"Misschien moet je gaan vroeger naar bed. Gewoon een suggestie," Skylar muttered. Translated it meant: maybe you should have gone to bed early. Just a suggestion. She knew her niece had come home at 12 30 am, being out with Cody. She couldn't say anything because Taylor's curfew on school days was 12 30.

"Opsluiten." Skylar had to laugh that her niece would actually tell her to shut up.

"Have a good day at school!" Skylar calls after her, as Taylor heads out the door, as she's done her cereal, looking less and less impressed. She felt sorry for whoever had to encounter Taylor today.

"Miss Vandenhoven," Mrs. Chatham stops Taylor on her way out of the chemistry room.

Taylor freezes in her tracks. She's tempted to make a run for it but the wench hates her enough as it is. She hears others in her class snicker as they walk back. She takes a deep breath and turns around. "Yes?"

Mrs. Chatham hands her a test. With a big red F on it. 41%. Taylor groans. "And I expect this first thing tomorrow morning, signed by your parent."

Taylor rolls her eyes. "No can do."

Mrs. Chatham's eyebrow is arched, looking at her troubled student. "No can do?" She repeats.

"I haven't seen my dad in four days. He's kind of busy helping save the world," Taylor says.

This time its Mrs. Chatham's turn to roll her eyes. "I expect it signed. By your parent. Not your aunt."

Taylor turns and walks away from the dreaded chemistry teacher. She hated Skylar for making her take chemistry. She hated it. She was horrible at it. And she was going to fail the course. "Stomme teef. Ik kan niet geloven dat haar."

Cody comes up to her at her locker's and hears her muttering in Dutch. He knows she speaks her native language when she's pissed. And judging by the expression on Taylor's face... she was a little upset. "What did you say?"

"Stupid bitch. I can't believe her. That's what I said. Seriously? She expects it signed by my dad by tomorrow morning. That is an unreasonable request," Taylor says, running her hands through her hair and putting an emphasis on the world "that."

"You can't get it signed by Skylar?" Cody asks.

Taylor shakes her head. "She specifically said, not by Skylar."

"Forge your dad's signature."

She sighs. "Can't do that either. Have you seen it? It's illegiable and impossible to duplicate. I'm fucked."

Taylor's day was getting worse, from flunking the chem test to her soccer game. Whitney was not playing her much at all, and for somebody who played the entire game most of the time and led her team in goals, she was a little upset. From this morning and Mrs. Chatham, it was just adding fuel to Taylor's fire.

"Here!" She yells to Allyson, streaking down the middle of the field. Allyson crosses a perfect pass over to her, and Taylor dekes around a defender and kicks it top left side of the goalie. Goal. Maybe her day was looking up.

At the center line, she waits for the forward on the other team to kick it back and she rushes the girl. And elbows her in the process. The referee blows his whistle and Taylor rolls her eyes. Okay, so maybe it was a little dirty, but it was girls soccer. "Vandenhoven, I'm just going to give you a yellow card right now. I've watched all the little elbows all game. Don't make me give you a red card," the ref warns.

Taylor glares at him as she hears Whitney calling her over to the sidelines. "You're benched for the rest of the game. Or maybe the reason of the season until you fucking learn to keep your fucking elbows down and stop playing dirty," Whitney tells her. Taylor just chucks a water bottle the opposite direction.

There was an even bigger problem later that night. She was at Cody's and had tried her dad 5 times and left him 5 voicemails to call her immediately. She already was one Mrs. Chatham's bad side, she didn't want to be on it any longer. She was tempted to just get Mr. James to sign it, but she decided to call Sam first.

"Houston, we have a problem," she says when he picks up.

"Taylor..."

"My dad gave me your number in case of an emergency. This constitutes as an emergency because I fucking can't get ahold of him," Taylor says, exasperated. Okay, maybe it wasn't a huge emergency, but it was still an emergency.

Sam laughs. "Your dad is... undercover right now. I can get him to call you when he's back." He mentally decides his partner's daughter really doesn't need to know her father is undercover at a strip club with a stripper. Yeah, definitely doesn't need to know.

"Well it better be soon!" Taylor yells.

"What is this about anyways?"

"I need to get him to sign something," Taylor finally says.

"You need to get him to sign something? That's what your calling me about?" Sam asks.

Taylor sighs. "You wouldn't understand. Just fucking get him to call me back. Immediately." And she hangs up and throws her phone across the room. Sometimes she really wished her dad wasn't a fucking NCIS agent and more like a real dad. Who came home every night. Oh right. He wasn't!

Sam stares at his phone and laughs. He couldn't believe Taylor Vandenhoven had just called him. She definitely had a flair for the dramatics. He needed the laugh from deaing with Moe today.

When Callen is finished his mission, Sam remembers to tell him about Taylor's phone call. "Call your daughter back," he says. "She's a little pissed."

After calling his daughter back and finding out what this is really about, he drives to the James household, not far from the Santa Monica highschool. To his surprise, IAB Detective Andrew James opens the door up. "Agent Callen."

"Detective. Can I talk with my daughter?"

"Taylor!" Andrew yells and Taylor comes downstairs, closely followed by Cody and Marie, Cody's mother.

Taylor flips to the last page of her chem test. "Sign it please?"

"Why can't Skylar sign it?" Callen asks her, looking her in the eyes.

She shrugs. "I wasn't about to ask more questions. The bitch hates me enough as it is. So can you just sign it please?"

Callen signs it and hands it back to her. "You'll have plenty of time to study for the re-test and for future tests, because you're grounded for the next week. Nice seeing you Detective, Marie. Taylor, we'll talk," Callen warns and turns away and hears Callen groan. He chuckles. He thought he was going easy on her because he was never great at school, and he's not great at parenting either. But he's learning.

Taylor marches into her second period Chemistry class with Mrs. Chatham, the next day. She thrusts the test down on the teacher's desk, surprising the evil witch. "Here. It's signed."

Mrs. Chatham picks it up and flips to the back page and sees the signature. "Was it that hard?"

Taylor's hands are on her hips and she stares down the evil witch, even clad with blonde hair on the top, black on the bottom. Too modern of a hairstyle for a late 50's something teacher. And she dressed like she was trying to be a cougar and pick up one of her students. Taylor shudders at the mental thought of her teacher being a cougar. "Actually it was. My dad is a little busy helping save the world."

There is an dyed eyebrow raised by her teacher. "Oh, really?" It's drowned with sarcasm.

Callen's daughter smiles evily. "Actually, yes. I'd put him on the phone and explain the situation, but right, I don't know where he is and he doesn't return phone calls or messages. So, here's the bottom line. If you need something signed by my parent again, I'm not going to even try and hunt down my father, because he's saving the world. I'm just going to get my aunt to sign it. After all, she is still my legal guardian. Got it? Thought so," Taylor says bravely, turns around and heads back to her seat.

And if Taylor is tempting fate, she reads her cell phone because her father just sent her a text. Apparently he did learn how to find where the text message button was. Did your teacher give you much grief?

Taylor types out a reply. Actually, yes. I told her it was hard to get my dear, lovely father to sign it, because he's a little busy helping save the world and proving to everybody who didn't know that he's Superman, Batman and Captain America all rolled into one. She didn't like that too much.

Callen's reply made Taylor smile. I can't imagine why. By the way, thanks for thinking of me that I am your Superhero. Too bad most of the day's you are my Kryptonite.

All Cody James is doing, is praying that the room isn't going to combustively light on fire from the look on Mrs. Chatham's face. And he's praying his lovely girlfriend makes it through the day without a trip to the principal's office. But asking Taylor to behave was like asking hell to freeze over.

Thoughts? This was one of my favorite's to write.