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The New Kid In Town

Chapter 3: Blood That I Can't Call My Own

Callen's POV

Sam and I moved pretty quick but she was definitely faster. Soon though the sound of gunfire filled the warehouse and Sam and I were working with the mystery girl to stay alive. There weren't many gunmen left when she disappeared. Suddenly we heard a single shot and a scream. Having already subdued the last three we both ran towards the noise. A sickening snap filled the air as Sam and I ran up the steps. I felt fear. Fear that I would never even know her name.

But I had nothing to worry about. She was still alive and kicking. Jane Doe had gone after the last shooter and cornered him. He had gotten in a lucky shot but had still ended up with his neck snapped. Seeing us she tried to bolt through the open window. But as I said she was shot so in this instance we were faster. We only barely got her though. She yelled something at us in what I take was German.

"Lass mich gehen! Let me go!" She tried to rip her arms out of our grip and nearly succeeded but Sam was stronger. Soon she stopped struggling. Speaking again but in English this time with an American accent she pleaded with us " Please I have done you no harm. Let me go. No one has to know of this."

"I'm sorry but we can't. You're a suspect in a murder investigation." Sam said to her. That's when she looked at me and spoke again in German. "Bitte erlose mich." Her pleading voice and her eyes made me speechless. I wanted to let her go so badly. But I knew enough that I would get to know her and more about her if she stayed. So she would stay.

"Nein. Ich kann nicht." I said in what was apparently her birth tongue. She seemed to resign herself and left with Sam and I. "Sam, we have to get her medical attention."

"We will when we get to the boathouse G." Sam said. "But we have to interrogate her. You know that right?"

"I am fine. Do not call an ambulance. I do not wish to be sent to a hospital. I also know you need to interrogate me. Do so, but realize what peril that puts you and I in." She said to both of us. Her voice again floating along me causing shivers to run up my spine.

"Do you promise not to attack us?" Sam asked. I figured he would put her in the back of the challenger.

"I just helped you escape and my hands are cuffed. I won't harm you and I won't escape. I realize what you need to do. Na, I will do nothing to impede it." Her logic was pretty sound and I couldn't hear a tremble in her voice even though I knew she was in pain. Trust me, I've been shot before. It's not the most pleasant experience. She was different. If she was an agent, which I assumed, she was damned good. It led me to wonder what caused her to want to lead this life.

So many thoughts were running through my head as we went to the boat house. All of them about her. So when Sam said "We're here." I wasn't really ready. I was still out of the car with Sam and pulling open the door hoping she wouldn't try anything stupid. Because if she was as trained as I thought she was then it would be part of her job to try to escape with whatever she could depending on what agency she worked for or if she was a contract assassin/spy/whatever.

Leading her in by her arms I could feel the hesitation in her step. Only slight but just enough that being trained myself, I noticed it. Leading her to the interrogation room I sat her down removed her handcuffs and walked out saying that I'd be back with medical equipment. I walked out to find Sam scrutinizing her every move on the screen. But she seemed to know we were there watching because she turned her back to us. That's when we again both moved in.

Bursting in on her didn't elicit a response and that made me afraid again. To be so close and yet lose her would be terrible. Sam touched her however and she automatically jerked away. Almost like she was expecting to be hit which didn't make any sense considering what I'd seen earlier.

"We need to take care of that bullet wound even if it is only a flesh wound. Can't have it getting infected on us can we? After all it seems to me that doing so would be bad manners. And we don't even know your name." I said cheerily trying to get information while I worked.

"I can do it myself." She said. Making no move to let us help her.

"You realize that by law we can't let a suspect handle her own medical care right?" Sam said. "They're afraid of what you may try to do to yourself."

"So Miss?" I left the spot open hoping she would fill it but she didn't take the bait. "Fine Miss Doe. Why don't you let us take care of that for you." I said reaching out expecting her to give in but she still held firm.

"Why should I trust you?" She asked. "What gives you the right not to trust me with my own health but make me trust you with mine?" Sam and I stared at each other. "That's what I thought. Now you can either let me bleed to death or let me handle my own wound. But I will compromise. You can stay here and watch me so that I don't try anything."

"Fine." Sam said. I could hear Nate talking in my earpiece. Something about keeping her calm but I didn't think he was talking to me so I tuned it out. We both watched her like hawks. Sam watched what she was doing while I took in everything about her that I could. Her brown sun bleached hair that reached a little past her shoulders and was wavy. Her tan skin that seemed to be endless and looked soft to the touch. Her choice of attire was moderate even through the tight leather. Her eyes, a stormy bluish grey that seemed to sparkle with life and determination. I could have sat there staring for hours but she was finished with the wrap and Sam looked like he wanted to talk to me.

As we exited the interrogation room and entered the main boathouse Nate seemed to pounce on us. Well, more like me actually.