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G.-You wish you did.

Me-Shut up.

The New Kid In Town

Chapter 4: Names Of Sound Logic

Callen's POV

Pounced and then hounded is exactly what Nate did to me. Even Sam wouldn't have stopped him. Question after question was snapped off. I was expected to answer. Finally I got rid of him by telling him that if I didn't get my work done I'd tell Hetty that he didn't have enough paperwork to do.

"He has a point, G. I mean you haven't exactly been forthcoming in the past about your relationships. If it messes with this Hetty will kill you." Sam said. It made sense in my head but boy if there was anything I could do about it.

"We need more information about her Sam. We can't just go into interrogation without even a name." I said to Sam pretending I hadn't heard what he had said.

"G." Sam put his hand on my shoulder and spoke softly. "We need more information, or you need more. You have to face that she may be the bad guy here. And if you get too close to her then you'll be in the thick of things."

"Sam, I'm sure we need more information. She's too good for us to just go in there and bull crap our way into getting information." I said needing a foothold in this argument.

"Yes we can G. We'll pull good cop bad cop. You play good cop. I'll play bad cop. It's as simple as that. We'll have Nate feed us information." Sam said striding towards interrogation before I could stop him. He flung the door open saying "My partner says you don't know anything but I say you know everything. So talk. Prove to my partner how very wrong you are."

"Relax. As long as you tell us the truth and don't leave out anything important we'll be in your corner." I said a smile gracing my face. Sam pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down. I sat on the corner of the table. At first she just stared at us. Finally her eyebrow raised giving her the appearance of mocking us.

"I believe the expression is you two fight like an old married couple." She finally said. Her voice filling the room.

"She needs to be in control. If you can put her off balance you can get into her head." Nate said.

"I don't care a whit what you think of us or anything else. You just need to tell me what happened and why you were fleeing the scene of a crime." Sam said.

"Unless you want to tell us about yourself. Either option is fine but I'd rather hear about you." I offered hopefully.

"Flirting with me will get you nowhere Agent Callen. And trying to verbally abuse me, Agent Hanna, is not a good interrogation tactic." She said. I was stunned. "Yes, Agent Callen I know plenty about you. Not just about you prowess in the field. Your past is a mysterious place. Not somewhere a person should tread lightly." She said again with a smile. I could feel myself coming unhinged.

"Keep it together G. she's just trying to get to you. She probably doesn't know anything. Ask her if she has a name." Nate said in my ear.

"Well that's great but I know my past. You don't happen to have a name to go with that pretty face do you?" I asked leaning towards her hoping to unhinge her just as badly. I partially succeeded because I saw her shift in her seat away from me rather than confronting me.

"If you're asking what you may call me then yes, I have a name. If you're asking if I have a name of birth, then the answer is no." I couldn't spot a speck of emotion in her grey blue eyes.

"Then what do I have the pleasure of calling you?" I asked again obviously because I unsettled her.

"That's it Callen. She seemed unnerved that you were hitting on her." Nate, in my ear again.

"You can call me Caleb. Just don't wear it out Callen." She smiled. It seemed fitting two "C" names.

"So did you kill them or not Caleb?" Sam growled out. I had almost completely forgotten he was there.

"Now why on earth would I do something like that Sam?" She said smirking. That practically brought Sam out of his chair. But I warned him off.

"So you're not the slightest bit curious?" I asked. Hoping that she wouldn't implicate herself.

"Well there's thousands of deaths each day. And people have a one in one chance of dying. It's just a matter of if they reach old age or if their life is cut tragically short. So tell me why is NCIS investigating this particular death?" She leaned forward and put her head on her arm. That almost drove Sam into hitting her.

"Maybe because you're the prime suspect and you're going to have a hard time finding a job if you're suspected in a murder investigation. That tends to put prospective buyers off." I said sweetly trying to get in her head like she was in ours.

"Well, we certainly wouldn't want that. So, let's get this straightened out. I have a meeting that I have to attend." She said looking out the window. Suddenly Sam stormed out of the room. Being me and with the suspect I didn't chase after him.

"Are you originally from Germany?" I asked thinking back to when she had spoken German.

"No. How exactly does that pertain to this case?" She asked me back.

"If you don't mind I'll be asking the questions. What were you doing driving away from a body dumping ground yesterday?" I asked getting back to the case.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Yesterday I went on a picnic with one of my friends who lives not far away from there. I had parked my car then when she didn't show I left. I see nothing wrong with that." She said.

"That would be a great story but you're not from around here. You have no driver's license, no green card, no passport, no photo ID and you're not a citizen. And you use a burn phone. So how can your supposed friends contact you? Facebook? You don't have that either." I said smugly knowing her story wouldn't hold up.

"Maybe we use smoke signals. Or maybe you're missing something. Eric needs to look harder. Course who can blame him when he's got Nell working with him. If I was some, I believe you said assassin, why wouldn't I have just killed you where you stand. Because the way you say it makes me sound like I have superpowers." She said grinning from ear to ear. I was beyond belief. She had used logic and made it seem completely plausible that she wasn't the killer.

"Well played." I said. I walked over to where she was seated and whispered in her ear, "but I'll get you yet Caleb." Standing back up I asked the next question. "How do you know about Eric and Nell?"

"Good Agent Callen." She said chuckling. "You caught the inconsistency. There is hope for you yet. I suppose I should dispense with the pleasantries."

"You call these Pleasantries?" I said amazed. She got up and made to shake my hand while a smile graced her face.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you G. Callen. You can call me Caleb."