Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: Los Angeles or G. Callen or Sam Hanna or any of the wonderful characters in this series. I did however create Caleb.

Me-You're welcome G.

Sam-Ha ha ha! G. Callen has fallen in love! With someone he has to arrest no less!

Me-I never said I was going to make him arrest her.

G.-So there Sam oh partner of mine!

Me-You won't be saying that for long if you keep this up.

G.-…crap.

The New Kid In Town

Chapter 5: Questioning A Perfect Creation

Callen's POV

"Didn't we do this already?" I asked not taking her hand. But she wasn't fazed at all, she even laughed.

"No, not at all! I believe you were trying to coerce me into giving you the name I prefer to go by. This is me introducing myself to you and volunteering my name." She said. I could almost feel the headache building behind my forehead. In some ways this was worse than talking to Nate.

"Hi, I'm G. Callen. Nice to meet you Caleb." I said shaking her hand. I could have lost myself in its silky texture even though she had calluses from handling weapons. What surprised me even more was that it almost fit perfectly into my hand. Just as quickly as I felt her touch it was gone and she was all business again.

"Now, we have to talk. You ask me questions and I'll ask you questions. But I have to say I don't particularly like being recorded. I don't like to act." She said nodding towards the camera in the corner of the room and tapping the table. "I realize you have to check with Hetty before you can talk to me off the record. But I know you can come to an agreement."

"I'll see what I can do. In the meantime we can still talk." I said hopefully. She just smiled looked at the camera again and tapped the table again sending me a clear message.

"I don't do performances. I get stage fright." Caleb told me. Again telling me that she wouldn't talk without her conditions being met.

"Hetty says it's a go Callen." Nate said into my ear. I couldn't believe Hetty had signed off on that so fast.

"We're clear." I said to her. Then I took out my earwig and stepped on it. I then gestured for her to grab the camera and mike. She did and she snapped them both. I could almost see Erics' face as his electronics screamed about being broken in his ear.

"Sorry but I need to pat you down." She said. The emotionless façade had dropped back down and I wondered if I had ever even seen real emotion from her at all. I nodded my go ahead though and put my arms out. I had to focus to keep calm as tingles ran across my skin where her hands had been. It was the fastest time I had ever been patted down in.

"Done. You're clean." She said. I was surprised and disappointed. Then she started walking around the room.

"Wait you're done? And what exactly are you doing?" I asked curious and still struggling.

"Looking for the candy apples." She deadpanned. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm checking the room for bugs. And yes you're clean. Does that surprise you?" She looked at me again mild irritation graced her face. I realized what I'd said and how it sounded.

"N-n-o-o! It's just that that was the fastest pat down I've ever had or seen." What was wrong with me? This stuttering, not sure of himself guy was not the specially trained agent that was supposed to be in place all the time.

"I'm good at what I do." She deadpanned while she continued to check the room.

"What is it that you do exactly Caleb?" I asked genuinely curious. She rolled her eyes before answering me.

"That is not something I'm willing to divulge. But as I can see I'm not going to get any farther until you ask your questions we may as well get it out of the way. Na, ask what you want to know and I will answer as best I am able or am willing to." She said with a sigh.

"I'm not sure what to ask first." I said. She had completely blown me away with her go ahead to ask questions about her. In our line of work, or so I assumed it was hers as well, you simply didn't do that. "I know you're an agent of some kind. The way you handled yourself and your weapon, how you handle being interrogated and I'm pretty sure you can switch identities at a moment's notice."

"There were no questions in there for me to answer but I have been trained with multiple weapons. Go on with what you see Callen. You may find your questions." She said as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"You conceal your emotions better than any civilian and I'm not sure if you can just call up emotions when you need them or not! What agency trained you?" I asked realizing I had found my first question.

"I was trained. But no agency that would be familiar to you trained me." She said again in deadpan.

"Where were you trained then? In your home country? Where you were born?" I asked hoping to get more information on where she was from and where she had lived.

"I have no home." She said bitterly. This may be the first true emotion I had seen. "I don't know where I was born exactly. I was trained all over the world in the most extreme unforgiving climates." She spoke with less emotion than a machine.

"Do you know who your parents are? Who were you trained by?" Asking two questions again because I had finally figured out what I wanted to know.

"I have no birth parents nor people I viewed as parents. I was trained by many people. Most of them are dead now and I wasn't with them long enough to form any attachments. The only thing that was constant in my early years was that I continuously trained and never stayed in one place more than 6 months." Again her voice was devoid of emotion.

"How early did you start training?" I asked because honestly I can't imagine that she hadn't had a home.

"As soon as I stayed awake for more than ten minutes awake as an infant and toddler they started teaching me. Then they pushed me to walk but it wasn't good enough so I was running and jumping by 18 months. I was never good enough. They were always pushing me to be better than perfect. When I turned 3 I started on the ropes courses. But my real training started when I was 7 years old. By that time my schooling was mostly complete and I had the fitness level of a 19 year old. That when they started training me to use weapons. That's when the real world touring started. Different countries, different weapons and different fighting techniques that I would learn." She took a breath and I thought she would continue but she stopped.

"What changed all that? They didn't send you out into the field at 7 did they?" I asked because at that time I was still in the foster system if my estimate of her age was correct.

"They told me how I was conceived." She said venomously.

"I thought you said you didn't know your parents?" I asked completely confused that she would leave such an obvious inconsistency in her story. Plus here I had thought she was telling me the truth.

"I told you the truth when I said I had no mother or father. They created me. All I am is just a mix of pieces of DNA that they accidentally made female. I was supposed to be a male but I was too expensive to kill so they let me be in the womb." She said not smiling at all. But she still wasn't showing any emotion.

"Wait I'm confused. You have no birth mother but you were in a womb and you were a mistake?" I asked because what she was telling me just didn't make sense. I must be missing a piece but I can't figure out what.

"You want answers so I'm giving them to you. I was created in a lab. I was conceived by a cow. I was created to be a killer." She said to me. She looked completely calm on the outside. "I am supposed to be genetically perfect. I was created to be a killer."