Sam slammed his hand against the wooden table in the boat shed where they held their two suspects. "They are not giving an inch. Maybe I should shoot them," he said in frustration.

Deeks and Kensi seemed to be contemplating the validity of Sam's idea when the voice of reason entered the space. "Dead men tell no tales, Mr. Hanna."

"Yeah, but at least I'd get some satisfaction Hetty," he angrily retorted

"Be that as it may, it won't help us find Mr. Callen," she countered logically.

"Eric have any luck with kaleidoscope on the SUV?" Kensi asked.

"Not yet. Mr. Hanna, a word with you?" Hetty requested as she headed for the lounge area.

"We'll go back and try again," Kensi said grabbing her partner and dragging him towards the interrogation room.

"But we can't hear from there," Deeks whined.

"That's the idea," his partner replied.

When they were alone Hetty said, "I am puzzled by Mr. Callen's behavior."

Sam had been so busy since they got back to the boat shed he had not thought much about his encounter with Callen yet. "How so?" Sam inquired.

"Take the first appearance, at the beach. I reviewed the tape and I am sure he deliberately exposed himself to that camera."

Sam thought back on his partner's actions. "You're right. G knows where every camera in Venice is, especially the beach area. Up to this point he has been avoiding them like the plague."

"Exactly. I believe he was trying to get our attention. After deliberately revealing himself, he went back into hiding…"

"But not totally," Sam picked up. "He stayed in a position where he knew we could monitor him."

"And waited," Hetty added.

"For us to show up before making his move." Sam concluded. "He used us Hetty. To bring down those men."

"But why?" she asked, peering up at her gentle giant thru her glasses.

Sam pondered the question for a few minutes while he re-ran his encounter with G thru his mind. "G knows Venice like the back of his hand. He knew when I was chasing him, that the alley he turned into was a dead-end. It was deliberate."

"As if he wanted you to capture him, or at least make it look like you did," Hetty supposed.

Sam snorted. "He's not that fast Hetty. I would have caught him."

"Oh I have no doubt. However, Callen wanted to be caught on his terms."

"Typical G."

"Humph," Hetty replied noncommittally. "Did he say anything to you during the 'capture'?"

Getting very serious, Sam pieced together the encounter for his Boss. "He told me not to move, repetitively."

"Perhaps he was trying to warn you not to fight back so he could put on a good show but not really hurt you," Hetty analyzed.

Sam rubbed his jaw and grinned wryly. "He didn't pull his punches too much, that's for sure." Thinking some more he added, "But why did he pat me down? He knows exactly where I keep my weapons."

"For show purposes," she theorized. "Whoever was in that SUV may have been monitoring everything or at least Mr. Callen was afraid they were."

"True but…" Sam reached into his right front jean pocket. "…why stick his hand in my pocket unless," Sam said pulling out a blue thumb drive.

"The drive," Hetty said.

"Callen must have had a second drive. Gave me the one from the suspects and he kept the other one. We have to get this to Eric."

"In a moment," Hetty indicated laying a slight restraining hand on her agents arm. "Is there anything else Mr. Callen said or did that might aid us in finding out what is going on?"

Sam resettled on the couch for a moment. "G was edgy Hetty. And I think he was afraid," Sam said seriously.

"Of what?"

"G gets edgy when someone else is in trouble; when he feels he is not in control," Sam replied, his stomach growing nauseous with worry. "He kept implying I would never see my family again if I did not do exactly as he said. The last thing he whispered was 'sorry' and 'Best Uncle Ever.'

"That's a strange thing to say," Hetty pondered.

"That's what my daughter says to him..."

"Perhaps this has something to do with your family?" Hetty surmised.

"Michelle is out of town for a few days on assignment."

"But he didn't say 'Best Wife Ever.'

"And my daughter has been at her Grandmother's and now she is at a two week sleep-away camp."

"You have confirmation of that?" Hetty asked.

"Well if she wasn't there Michelle's mother would have called. You don't suppose…" Sam reached for his phone then cursed. "Callen took my phone," he said springing out of his seat and heading for a unit on a nearby desk. He swiftly dialed his mother-in-law's number and thankfully she answered.

"Hello?"

"Jessica, Sam. Where is Jasmine?" Sam asked with panic in his voice.

"She is off at camp dear. Remember? I put her in the van myself," his mother-in-law replied with puzzlement. "Is something wrong?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot," Sam lied not wanting to cause unnecessary panic for the older woman. "Do you have the contact number for the camp? I lost my phone and I wanted to see how she was doing."

"Of course. One second. Let me get it," she replied. She quickly returned and gave Sam the number who wrote it down and repeated it back to ensure he got it correctly.

"Tell her I love her and miss her and that I hope she is having a good time."

"I will Jessica. Thanks," Sam said disconnecting the one call and rapidly dialing the next.

"Sunshine Camp. How may I help you?" the perky voice asked.

"My name is Sam Hanna and my daughter Jasmine is attending your camp. I need to speak to her, now."

Use to panic calls from parents, the woman calmly responded, "I am sure she is having a wonderful time Mr. Hanna. It may not be possible for her to come to the phone right now depending on what activity she is doing."

"I need to speak to her NOW," Sam reiterated, growling into the phone.

"I understand your concern but…"

"Ma'am," Sam said trying to keep his cool, "This is truly an urgent family matter and I need to talk to her now," Sam repeated for the third time.

"As I was explaining, if she is out on the lake or horseback riding I might not be able to have her on the phone right this second but I could have her call you back if you'd care to leave a number."

"Who's your Boss?"

"Why that would be Mr. Fisher, our Camp Director."

"And is he available?"

"Yes, I believe he is but I am sure I can…"

"Transfer me to him."

"But…"

"Look lady, this maybe a matter of life and death… transfer…me…to…him...now!" Sam said losing his patience.

"One moment please," the less than now perky voice requested.

Within a few seconds a male voice came on the line saying "Mr. Fisher, Camp Director."

"My name is Sam Hanna. I need…" but the Director cut him off before he finished.

"Nice to talk to you again Mr. Hanna. I hope your daughter is feeling better. Chicken pox. Even with the vaccine kids still get them."

Sam was taken back having no clue what this gentleman was talking about. "You have spoken to me?"

"Yes," the Camp Director replied clearly puzzled. "You called me last week to say your daughter Jasmine would not be attending camp because she had the chicken pox."

"So you're telling me my daughter isn't at your Camp?"

"No. You called and explained…"

"But she was picked up by the camp van. My mother-in-law said so."

It took another 15 minutes before they got it all straighten out with the bottom line being whomever picked Jasmine up at her Grandmother's was not a representative of Camp Sunshine. Sam slammed the phone down in aggravation and looked frantically at Hetty. "Jasmine's been kidnapped."

"And it would appear our Mr. Callen is somehow tied to this conflict," Hetty added, her own feeling of horror reflected in her face.