Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: Los Angeles or G. Callen or Sam Hanna or any of the characters in this series that I happen to be writing about. Caleb is an original character though.

Caleb-I created myself.

Me-You were easy to create.

Caleb-That's because my DNA has already written it.

G.-This just keeps getting weirder.

Sam-Says the guy with at least dozen different aliases on hand at all times!

Me-Alright guys! I realize you're excited about the next chapter but so are the readers! Let them read it!

The New Kid In Town

Chapter 5: Piecing The Final Details

Callen's POV

Written DNA, cows, and girls that were supposed to be guys was just too much for my brain. She left me in peace for a minute and this is what I managed to get.

She was genetically perfect.

She had been trained at an early age.

We were really similar in a lot of ways.

"If you tell anyone I will be forced to kill you. (Author's notes: Na is German for the equivalent of So… in the English language) Na, I would rather you didn't tell anyone." She said again. I could do nothing but nod.

"So they did actually put you out into the field at 7." I asked trying to clarify.

"No. I can't tell you however without complete immunity." She said and I could tell she was repressing all of her emotions.

"I won't say a word." I replied curious and scared about what she was going to tell me.

"When I turned 7 they brought me into a room. There was a man sitting in a chair. I could tell he was scared because of the classes on reading people they had made me take. He was my first kill. Sure, they had shown me what killing was on movies and read about decapitation and rape early on. But this was different. It was a lesson though, as all things were at that time. A lesson on how to read a person and inflict the most amount of emotional and physical pain to extract the information you desire." She said shrugging.

"Wait, he was your first kill?" I asked bewildered. "And you tortured him first?"

"I did not torture him." She said coldly. "I took notes on what they did and how they did it. That was my final lesson. I did however finish him off. Course if I hadn't he would have died in about ten minutes anyway."

"So when did they send you out into the field?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"A year later when they determined that my training was fine tuned enough. My first mission was supposed to be just surveillance but they didn't tell me exactly what I was up against." She laughed before continuing. "Of course they had an aide there to brief me on what my mission was and I could read him like a book so I knew they weren't telling me something." She chuckled again.

"Are you still working for them? You must be what twenty something?" I asked. As a person who does secret work for people I haven't exactly been known to stay with agencies very long. I wondered if she was the same way.

"It wasn't too long after that that I wanted to get free, to be out on my own but I knew that if I did that I stood a good chance of being picked up as an orphan and I didn't want that. See, they may have made me into an atrocity but I figured the least I could do was get as much information as I could and then wait to make my move." She shrugged it off as though it was no big deal that an 8 year old was making choices that a twenty year old would have difficulty with.

"So when did you actually escape?" Because I was really hoping she had escaped and wasn't here to kill me or something.

"When I turned 16 I managed to get an assignment in the US and then when I got over here I disappeared. I used their training against them and it made them so mad. I ended up traveling the world as soon as I turned 18 looking for threats to the country I had fallen in love with and thereafter eliminating them." She shrugged again. When I stayed silent she said nothing. We just sat thinking. For a second I thought about what she said.

On one hand she didn't have to deal with abusive foster parents. But she had easily lived in more than 37 places. Not only that but she had been considered a project and expected to kill. I came to conclusion that her life was easily more painful than mine. She seemed to realize when I reached that conclusion and sat up straighter.

"I don't want your pity and I don't want your help. You need mine. I see what other people don't and I'm capable of many things that I'm sure would make your head spin. Besides you need someone who is fluent in German of every dialect. And knows their way around the country." She smiled.

"And why is that exactly?" I asked.

"Because those dead marines and civilians are not going to be the only dead people if we can't figure out who killed them." She said. Now that we were back on the case she seemed to be getting her emotion back.

"Why Germany?" I asked. "What do they have to do with this?"

"That's where the hits started. I tracked down similar hits when I found the bodies in the woods a week ago. In my defense there weren't that many when I went and if the media got wind of something this big then whoever did it would most likely go underground making it harder for me to find them." She spoke again as if it should be obvious to me.

"Then why were you looking into NCIS? And what makes you think we'll help you?" I asked almost suspicious. Looking at me in annoyance she answered.

"First of all, you investigate navy deaths so I figured you'd eventually get this and from how it looks I knew it would have to be an elite team so when I hacked into your database your team seemed the best fit. Secondly, I am helping you. You are not helping me." She said her eyebrows raised. I seemed to remember her saying that second part before.

"So who is Maxamillian Karofsky? Does he have to do with the murders?" I asked again. She laughed again, but this time it was a full laugh that filled up the room and made me smile.

"That is an unfortunate story that has nothing to do with this case." Shaking her head smiling and still chuckling she continued. "Come on G. we have to go tell your team mates that I'm working with you on this one."

"I'm not entirely sure Hetty will take that well." I said to her.

"Trust me. Just let me talk to them." Her confidence and attitude amazed me. She knew so much about my team and me but she couldn't know about Hetty. This sure was going to be interesting. Absentmindedly I wondered what Hetty would think of Caleb.