Chinatown

"Maybe I was on a run," Callen says, trying to get Sam off his back for being "late."

"G, you only run when bad guys are shoot at us," Sam points out.

Callen looks at him. "Maybe I was visiting my daughter."

Sam looks at him. "Really? Really? For one, I remember you mentioning that your daughter absolutely hates mornings and it's earlier than 10 am, which means, I don't know anyone who would want to visit your daughter!" Sam is a little scared of Taylor Vandenhoven.

"Fine. I slept in. And you do have a point about the earlier than 10 in the morning thing," Callen replies, climbing up the stairs.

"With who?"

"No one."

"Ah, come on. There was someone. When are you going to find a good girl?"

"Sam, we've been over this. You are my partner, not my mother. Or my daughter," Callen adds.

"I just want you to find a good girl and be happy!"

Callen doesn't reply to that.

"We kind of had a language barrier," Callen tells Hetty as she reprimands them for not talking their way out of being in the ice and aspirin club.

"And an I want you dead barrier. Something you have experience with G? Your daughter?" Sam says, putting ice on his leg, recalling back to a couple weeks ago when G was putting ice on his jaw from getting clocked by his teenage daughter.

"Don't even," Callen warns.

Callen looks at Hetty as she puts the peroxide on Sam's leg. "I'd rather deal with my hormonal raging teenager with homicidal tendencies."

Callen looks as Jane meeting her mother for the first time in a while. He wonders if Taylor will ever have that kind of meeting with Riaane. He doubts it. If they do, it will be filled with bullets and guns, because that's the way Riaane operates. And he doesn't see Taylor willingly meeting her mother anytime soon.

One thing his daughter picked up from him was his tendency to be stubborn as hell and once Taylor had something in her mind, she wasn't changing it. And she had it stuck in her mind there was going to be no chance of reconciliation with Riaane.

Skylar and Taylor are eating dinner at the kitchen table when Callen comes in. He suspects fast food, and he's right. Well Taylor has a ceasar salad made beside her. She has to keep up her energy somehow.

"Hi Dad," Taylor smiles at him as he enters the kitchen. He's glad that his daughter isn't shooting him death glares anymore.

"There's another sub on the counter," Skylar says. "You have to beat Taylor to it though."

"Go ahead," Taylor says. "Cody'll take me out after the game anyways."

"So sure of that?" Callen asks from the counter, putting the extra sub on a plate and walks over to the table.

Taylor smirks. "I have that way with people."

"What time is the game?" Callen asks. It was a Tuesday and if he remembers correctly, she doesn't have a game today. But he couldn't keep track of her insanely busy schedule.

"I don't have one. Cody's baseball game."

"I wasn't aware your boyfriend played baseball and football."

Taylor doesn't even say anything about the boyfriend comment. Before she tried to deny it. "Well he does."

"So you are dating Detective James' son?" Callen asks, looking at Skylar for conformation and she nods.

His daughter looks at him and raises an eyebrow. "Nice having this conversation with you, Dad. I got to run!" Taylor put her plate on the counter and grabs her purse from beside the microwave.

"Tomorrow?" Callen asks, hoping to see her, now that they've "repaired" their relationship.

"Have a game," Taylor announces on her way out the door.

She doesn't go straight to the diamond where Cody's club team is playing. Instead, she goes to the cemetery where her grandmother is buried.

It takes her a couple minutes to find the grave. She hadn't been here in awhile. To her surprise, there are fresh flowers on it. Skylar or her grandpa must have been by. If it was the latter, hell was going to be raised, because that meant Eric Vandenhoven was in town and he didn't call Taylor.

She quickly texts Skylar. Did you visit grandma's grave recently?

Skylar quickly replies. Nope

Taylor forgets about her grandpa, instead focusing on the grave in front of her.

Anja Louisa Vandenhoven

Loving mother and grandmother

1938-2006

"I miss you so much grandma. I wish you were here. Dad's… back in my life. I know you hated him for always leaving, but he's not a bad person. Okay, he's fucked up a couple times, but I'm glad he's trying to make it work. I have a new boyfriend. His name is Cody. Can you believe I am dating a cop's son? Skylar and I are doing okay. I'm glad I'm back in Santa Monica. I liked Waco, but it was way too hick for me. I've been playing soccer a lot. I think you'd be really proud of me. I've been looking at schools to go to. I'm not sure I want to stay in California or not. I wish you were here to help me make that decision. Skylar's not much help." Taylor brushes a tear from her eye. She silently traces over her grandma's name and gets up and leaves.

It was good to "talk" to her grandmother again, but it also brought up painful memories of the past, and one of them being Eric Vandenhoven.

Riaane Vandenhoven sucked in a huge breath as she walked into Los Angeles International Airport. She looked around, paranoid. First, the CIA wanted her. She was a rogue agent. Second, she was traveling on a fake passport. Third, she was in her ex's territory. Fourth, Henrietta Lange.

She makes it through the security fine. She figured she would as the fake passport is good enough to stand up to scrutiny. She just hopes facial recognition software won't catch her. Riaane keeps her head down, avoiding cameras. She doesn't have any luggage so she passes baggage claim. Afterall, this is a business trip, not a personal one.

She gets a cheap hotel room and gets out the gun that Rick Kaplan's men put there for her. She adds a silencer to the pistol. Gets another cab to the Santa Monica pier. Rick's tech guy has sent Petty Officer Smithfield's GPS coordinates to her phone. Santa Monica Pier is busy, but not too busy to find the Petty Officer. She found him, took out the pistol and quickly ended his life. She then avoided the cameras as she made her way into another cab.

This was an interesting assignment Kaplan gave her. He told her that the Petty Officer was his source inside of the warehouse at Camp Pendleton. And now he was a loose end that needed to be gone. And because he was a member of the US Navy, his death fell into NCIS jurisdiction. It might fall into NCIS San Diego jurisdition, but a pro hit in Santa Monica, it might just be NCIS: LA's case. And Riaane Vandenhoven would love nothing better than for Callen to find Petty Officer Smithfield's body. To see what she was capable of, outside of CIA control.