Missing

Taylor's in class when her ring tone of Tik Tok by Kesha went off. Mr. Durwick, her French teacher, glared at her and she quickly hit ignore and put it on vibrate. It goes off again, and she pushes ignore. By the third time, she thinks she should answer it.

"Where do you think you're going, Miss Vandenhoven? We're not finished learning the imperative tense," Mr. Durwick says. Taylor could kill herself at this point. Learning about different verb tenses in French was not her favorite thing.

"I have to answer this," she says and rushes out of the classroom and hits answer.

"Considering your ring tone is Tik Tok I thought you would have heard your phone by now!" Callen exclaims.

Taylor furrows her eyebrows and leans against some lockers and slides down until her butt reaches the floor. "You do realize I am in class and it's frowned upon to answer your phone?"

"So you're in class?"

"Where else would I be, Dad? Unfortunately school legally demands my presence, so this is where I'd be," Taylor retorts.

Callen sighs. "This is not the time for smart-ass comments, Taylor." His daughter was the queen of smart-ass remarks.

"Oh. Damn. You do realize I mind as well be a functional mute now, because I don't really have anything else in my vocabulary."

"Dom's missing. I'm worried they might come after you," Callen finally says.

She pauses for a minute. Damn. She liked the kid the one time he had been stuck babysitting her after getting kicked out. "Oh." She can't really think of anything else to say.

"Just… stay safe. I won't be at your game tonight, honey. I'm sorry."

"That's okay. Just find Dom, okay?" Taylor hangs up and sighs. If this was the life of a NCIS agent or significant other to an agent, she wanted out. This wasn't what she signed up for. Taylor did not want to be living the rest of her life, hoping nobody would come after her, because of her relationship with Callen. After all, he had made a few enemies. Enemies that would have no problems taking his only daughter.

At the game, it's pouring rain. Taylor hates playing in rain. More chance to slip and twist a knee. And not to mention the club jerseys are white. Meaning a white t-shirt contest and Taylor had a pink sports bra on. She had told Cody and Ryan not to come to the game, but they insisted on coming. She knew why now. Assholes.

Thankfully they're playing a team they slaughtered, 8-1, last time. Jim's saying a couple last minute comments. "Taylor, I'm keeping you off for most of the game. The second line is going to have a lot of playing time tonight. And please, for Christ's sake, nobody get injured tonight. I don't want a torn ACL." For once, Taylor's okay with not getting maximum playing time.

"You okay?" Monica asks as Taylor sits under an umbrella, on a blanket, spread out on the grass. Her and Allyson are huddled up, trying to keep warm. Taylor has athletic pants on and a windbreaker from her club team.

"Yeah, why?" Taylor drinks some water out of the water bottle, watching the girls play. Mud is flying everywhere and the field is a soupy disaster.

Monica glances at Taylor again. "Normally you'd make a big fuss out of not getting all the playing time. But you didn't say a word."

"I hate rain," was all Taylor said.

She gets enough playing time to be covered in mud head to toe. She even has mud in her hair. And with blonde hair, the mud shows quite well. Her pink bra is definitely showing as well. She hates rain in California.

Santa Monica United FC wins 7-2 with the second string playing most of the game. Taylor's just as tired as if she played a full game. Cody and Ryan come up to her to congratulate her on the two goals she assisted on.

"You might need this. I promise. It's clean," Cody says and hands her a towel. Taylor sniffs it first and smells laundry detergent so she uses it to clean the mud off her face.

She gets an evil grin on her face and hugs Cody and gives him a kiss, leaving him with a huge mud spot on the front of his t-shirt.

"I give you a towel, and this is the thanks I get?" Cody grumbles.

"You're welcome," Taylor smiles and gives him another kiss. Yeah, she was an evil child. She knew it too.

Somewhere in Europe, rogue CIA agent Riaane Vandenhoven sat on a hotel bed. She sighed and wondered how it got this far. Yeah, she knew. The enticing offer made by an international arms dealer, Rick Kaplan. Kaplan had basically told her if she did all of his dirty work for him, she'd have a considerable paying job. And she could freelance on the side too. Back a long time ago, Riaane thought down on agents who decided to "freelance." Now... money was talking.

She ran a search of NCIS Special Agent G Callen through British Intelligence, MI6. She had the hacking skills and she desperately wanted to know what her ex was up to. She wasn't really sure what spurred the interest on, but she did it anyways. After about 40 minutes of hacking into database after database, she got MI6's file on Callen. She looked through his personnel file and much to her relief, there was no mention of Taylor. That pleased Riaane. She knew Callen had enemies, she did too, and the last thing she wanted was one of those enemies targeting Taylor because of her parents.

Riaane searched through Callen's files and found nothing of interest to her. He was at NCIS Los Angeles, which she already knew. He had been there for about 5 years, after leaving the DEA. What Riaane wasn't so sure about was the fact that his operations manager was none other than Henrietta Lange. Riaane wasn't surprised at how much pull the older woman had, still. Riaane had met Hetty a couple times, and Riaane wasn't intimdated by many people, by Hetty Lange was one of them.

Next, she looked through what British Intelligence had on herself. Not to her surprise was the large file they had on her. Riaane Vandenhoven had been one of the CIA's best operatives. She had shut down international arms dealers, terrorists wanting to blow up the United States, drug cartels, human traffickers. One thing all agencies liked about her, was the fact that she could play hard ball. And her father was a legendary Cold War veteran, Eric Vandenhoven.

Riaane sifted through the files they kept on her. One thing made her happy. There was no mention of her daughter. Very few people knew about her. She orginally had Taylor listed as her daughter in her CIA personnel file, but after the bitter custody battle, she made the CIA change that. And thank God nobody else picked up on it. Riaane may not like her ex, or have a close relationship with Taylor, but one thing was for certain- nobody was going to get revenge against Riaane or Callen, via their daughter.