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The New Kid In Town

Chapter 2:

Callen's POV

"Sam!" I admonished. "She's not my girlfriend!" I could just see this turning into one of the things the team teased me about. I had to nip it in the bud now. But it just kept getting worse.

"Where did you meet her Callen! Why'd she want to give you a ride?" Deeks whistled as he looked at her picture. I just gave him my best death glare. He swallowed and reconsidered his choice of words. "Errr I mean… uuhhh" was all Deeks could get out while he pulled at his collar. He finally managed " Is it me or is it really hot in here? Can we move this along so I can get some fresh air, Eric?"

"Okay here goes. She wasn't on anyone's radar until we picked her up on a traffic camera near the site of an assassin's body dumping ground. Now that we're searching we're pulling up all kinds of facial recognition hits but she's not in any system. Even Callen is in the system, granted it's under about a hundred names and no" "Eric!" I warned cutting him off from his tangent. "Sorry Callen. But that's where I leave off and Nell begins." Eric said swiveling in his chair pointing to Nell.

"Well, from the features I've seen there isn't much. It seems to me like she was after you Callen. We pulled the traffic camera footage from your place and she did pull up to you. But I traced her movements back and found that she was visiting someone before. He lives in your neighborhood and goes by a Maxamillian Karofsky. Mr. Karofsky doesn't have anything unusual unless you count his juvenile record. But it's nothing to suggest he's violent." Nell said turning to face the agents.

"Well, we know people change over time." Kensi said. "Besides he could have just never been caught."

"Yeah, it's not illegal if you don't get caught." Deeks said pensively with his hand on his chin. The room however went completely silent when he said it and he realized we were all looking at him. "What?" he asked defensively.

"Moving past that ignorant utterance what do we have Mr. Callen?" Hetty asked appearing out of nowhere.

"An unidentified female who's not in the system and was seen fleeing from a body dumping site and who I saw at my house." I told Hetty hoping that she wouldn't see me as needing protection.

"She didn't seem hostile Hetty." Sam chimed in hoping to help me out of the sticky situation I was in. But from Hetty's gaze it didn't look like I was getting anywhere.

"What aren't you telling me Mr. Callen." Hetty warned. The agents and intelligence analysts alike knew that if someone didn't tell there would be hell to pay. Eric, being the ever courageous one, broke under Hetty's glare first. True, she did target the weakest.

"The suspect had contact with Callen this morning! She offered to give him a ride to work! Please don't hurt us." Eric added the last bit as a plea. I turned to him with my mouth agape.

"Eric!" My voice said it all. "I can't believe you just sold me out!" All Eric could do was whimper.

"Mr. Callen, do not berate him for telling me what you failed to include. Thank you Mr. Beale. Now if you'll be so kind as to continue the briefing without leaving anything out." Hetty said. I just about groaned out loud and had to resist the urge to face palm.

"Umm actually Hetty that's almost all we know." Nell piped in. "The reason we were called in to investigate is because the guy is ex marine. And it may have had to do with the dead marines. Of the bodies they have found so far six of them appear to be enlisted. But they are still digging up bodies so the count is still unsure." Nell finished with a flourish.

"Thank you Miss Jones and Mr. Beale. Mr. Deeks and Miss Blye, go to the body dump and see what you can find that the cops missed. Mr. Callen and Mr. Hanna if you would be so kind as to find Mr. Callen's neighbors and possibly what we are missing." Hetty watched them all leave then walked out leaving Eric and Nell staring at each other realizing they had narrowly escaped being gutted.

In the mean time Sam and I were in the midst of a partner spat. In other words an argument. It doesn't seem to matter to him that I don't like her. He's worried about me putting my feelings before the case.

"Sam! I don't like her! I don't even know her name!" I exclaimed trying to make my partner see reason.

"G! You weren't even hiding that you were watching her car until you couldn't see it anymore! Then you should have seen your face when she was on the screen!" Sam yelled at me.

"Sam it's her! In that car! We have to follow her! Go! We can argue this out later!" I said in response as Sam grudgingly forced the car to move even faster.

We chased her for a solid half an hour and a total of 75 miles. I never said we were moving with the traffic. We were so close, neck and neck in fact, when suddenly she smiled and stopped the vehicle. It was a very good thing we were on a stretch of road with no one. Even so it took Sam a good 5 seconds to stop. Then the back of her van opened and she ripped away on a bike. I was struggling to keep her in sight from the passenger seat and Sam was turning the car around as fast as he possibly could. So there was a lot of yelling going on. I can't honestly say I remember a lot of it either.

Soon however we were on our way. Turns out she hadn't gotten far. Weaving in and out of traffic if there was any and just making it hard for us in general was her obvious plan. That is, until she got out to the suburbs. That's when she slowed down enough to let us run side by side. Sam started to run her off the road. She saluted towards us the revved her motor and yanked on the brakes leaving us running by then by the time Sam and I had gotten turned she was gone out into another street and we couldn't locate her.

"Eric!" I yelled.

"On it Callen." Furious typing was heard in the background as Eric and Nell updated us. "She's turning now Sam. Wait Sam! She's slowing down!"

"Nell! You lost her!" We could hear Eric exclaim in the background.

"No, I didn't! She stopped and I just overshot her a bit!" Nell retorted. "Alright Callen she's headed into the warehouse on Tabby Boulevard. Look for warehouse number 37. And Callen, Sam?" Nell paused before continuing with a voice full of concern. "Be careful. It makes me nervous that we couldn't find anything on this woman you're chasing."

"Thanks Nell. We'll be careful." I said with a look at Sam then I closed the phone. I looked at Sam he nodded at me and understanding passed between us.

As Sam pulled up to the warehouse I got my sig out and checked that everything was in working order. I watched as Sam repeated the same process then when he saw me looking nod and exit the car second after me. Moving towards the warehouse we found the door and I counted down then kicked it down and ran in with Sam on my heels. I didn't expect to find what I saw next.

She was standing in the middle of the room next to her bike in her black leather form fitting gear. Her helmet still on. It was apparent to Sam and I that whoever had her with her hands up didn't hear us break down his door so Sam politely closed it and we shared a snicker.

"Who the heck are you?" Somebody holding a gun asked. The woman however only removed her helmet and dirty blonde locks escaped. She didn't answer but turned and put her helmet on her bike. Then turned around and leaned against it. The man holding the gun repeated his question louder as if it would make her answer. She smirked as he took a step closer. Sam and I currently hid behind some crates but had view over the whole room. She must have something up her sleeve. Sam was thinking the same thing and I could tell by the look on his face.

Finally after the man was about ten yards away and repeating the question a third time and even louder she answered. "It depends on a lot of things who I am to you. But I don't answer to someone like you." Her voice was melodic but had a dark timbre to it that made me shiver. Her words were tight and very carefully enunciated. However now she sounded like she was from Russia. I half expected her to start speaking Russian. She didn't, she kept with the English language thankfully.

"And why not? A pretty thing like you can't be much harm to us." He said obviously leering at her. "The boss would be mad if we didn't just kill her but what the boss don't know won't hurt him." The man said taking a step forward. Then another and another, slowly coming closer to the woman. Her demeanor stayed calm and cool, even a little haughty as he got closer.

"I suppose I should warn you that I'm the worst nightmare you've never had come to life." Her voice lilting to a lighter side as she spoke again. Then the air seemed to drop by at least ten degrees as her demeanor became darker and scarier as she continued to speak. "I am also obligated to warn you that if you continue you will be dealt with accordingly. But I haven't had a good fight in, (she looked at her watch) oh about five hours. Let's see what you goons can do." Suddenly she came to life and pulled a knife from somewhere I couldn't identify and somehow ended up stabbing him in the back. Her hair whirled around her as she spun around and threw her knife with deadly accuracy and flew forwards. She was taking down the next thug even as her knife sprouted a fountain of blood from the man's jugular. That's when Sam and I moved into action.