A/N - Okay so there is a bit in here that I wrote before I saw the episode Burned. Forgive me but I liked what I put in and after seeing the episode, couldn't bring myself to change it, it worked too well here in my mind. You'll understand with you read it. Remember Flashbacks/Memories are in italics. Let me know if this works or if it is confusing to read and I'll see what I can do to fix it if necessary. Thanks for reading.

Disclaimer in Chapter 1

Chapter 3

As they walked into the office and headed towards Hetty, they passed the stairs that led up to Eric and heard an extremely loud whistle that caused Tash's hands to automatically cover her ears.

"Jeez Eric, do you need to deafen all of us?" asked Kensi, who had done the same at Eric's unusually loud whistle.

Another memory flashed through Tash's mind.

"You know, you whistle like a girl," she said to the brightly dressed guy in front of her.

"Can you do better?" he asked, looking a little put out. The whistle wasn't really that bad, but she enjoyed teasing him.

"Of course," she replied.

"Show me then," he said. She did and he copied.

"Much better," she said and smiled as she walked away.

Tash looked up to see where the whistle had come from. When she saw the guy leaning on the railing up stairs, smiling broadly down at her, she felt dizzy. Tash reached out and grabbed someone to steady herself, as she closed her eyes and groaned.

"Tash?" Callen said, concerned and stepping closer to her after she had reached out to him.

"I taught him that didn't I?" Tash asked, as she opened her her eyes and looked at Callen. She saw him smile.

"Indeed you did, Miss Farrow," said Hetty as she approached them.

"Is it too late to say I'm sorry?" Tash asked as she looked at the small woman who had stopped in front of them.

"You already did my dear," Hetty said. "Welcome back." Tash tried to remember, but nothing, nothing except that for the first time in two years, she felt something. Maybe it was a sense of safety after today, or maybe it was a sense of belonging. She hoped it was both.

"I don't remember much," Tash said, letting go of Callen as she realised she was still holding onto him.

"Time should fix that, now that the memories have started," a male voice came from behind her. Tash spun around and looked up. He was much taller than she was and she stepped back a little. Tash saw a frown of concern cross his face and he stepped back as well.

"I'm sorry. It's not that you scared me, you're just tall," Tash said, quickly.

Nate smiled gently at her.

"I'm Nate," he said, holding out his hand, allowing Tash to step closer to him if she wanted to.

Tash took it carefully and shook it before letting go. She had a feeling he was someone else she should know but, as she looked down at her hand, she wondered why she hadn't felt the same thing as when Callen had held hers at the beach. It was almost as if she recognised Callen's touch. She blushed slightly as she remembered her only past memory of Callen. Taking a deep calming breath, Tash turned around. She looked at Hetty.

"What do I do now?" Tash asked her. "Where do I go?" She figured that her uncle wasn't really her uncle, so she didn't really have a home to go to anymore. Perhaps that is why she hadn't remembered anything, because she hadn't belonged with him after all.

"You have nothing to worry about Miss Farrow. We will take care of you until your memories return," Hetty said. Tash believed her. Somehow she had a feeling that this little woman could do anything. "Miss Blye, perhaps you could show Miss Farrow to the bathroom. There is a change of clothes there for you to wear after you have freshened up." Hetty smiled gently at Tash as she finished speaking.

"Thank you," Tash said as she followed Kensi away. She could feel someone watching her but didn't turn around to see who.

"Hetty, what's the plan?" Callen asked after Tash and Kensi had disappeared from sight.

"Nate, this is your area," Hetty said, as they all turned to Nate.

"It doesn't sound like she has remembered much, even with the amount of time she has had. Hopefully, now she is back, they will come easier. Putting her in situations or places she has been before, that might help prompt them. She does need to remember things on her own. We can prod a little, but not too much at once. We need to take this slow to start with and see how it goes. Figure out what she can handle at this point," Nate said.

"So we don't actually tell her anything, just hint?" confirmed Callen.

"Yes, just to prompt. No outright reminiscing," Nate replied.

Callen turned to Hetty.

"How did she end up with Carl? She was supposed to be with her uncle," Callen asked her.

"Eric has been looking into that for us. Shall we?" Hetty asked, as she motioned up stairs. Callen, Sam and Nate followed Hetty upstairs to Eric.

"What do you have on Miss Farrow's uncle, Eric?" Hetty asked as they walked in.

"He died six months ago," Eric said, bringing up a photo of him on screen, along with another one of Carl Trippin, that Eric had pulled off the surveillance cameras from the pier. "They look a bit alike don't they?" Eric added.

"Who took her out of the hospital?" Callen asked, not entirely sure if he wanted to know the answer to that. He could see how one could be mistaken for the other, at least by someone untrained,or without something to compare the face to.

"We're not sure. The video footage from the hospital showed us someone who could be identified as her uncle or Trippin. But since we didn't have a photo of Trippin at the time, we assumed it was her uncle," Eric said.

That had been the hardest part of the mission, not actually knowing what Carl had looked like. Tash had to go in blind and hope that she could find her way through to him and then get them a photo. Seems like she'd made it through, but she hadn't managed a photo.

"So she's been with him all this time?" Callen asked.

"Looks like that might be the case," said Eric.

"At least she's not anymore," said Sam, thinking that if he hadn't already taken care of Trippin, he'd be very tempted to hunt him down. It sent shivers up his spine to think that he'd had Tash all this time, wondering what he had been filling her head with.

"We have her back gentlemen. Let's make sure she stays," Hetty said. She didn't really need to say it. She knew the four men in the room felt the same way as she did. Even after two years of being away, Tash was still as much a part of this team as the day she was shot.

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"Hetty's sending me out to get food. Want to come?" Sam asked, looking at Callen.

"Freeway or back streets?" Callen asked.

Sam rolled his eyes and said, "Freeway," at the same time as Tash. Callen looked over at her, holding back a smile.

"Back streets are faster," Callen said to her, seeing the opportunity to prompt a memory.

"Not with your driving," Tash replied quickly. Then she frowned.

"Tash?" asked Sam, hopeful. Tash shook her head and looked up at him.

"I'm sorry. It's like something on the tip of my tongue but I just can't remember," Tash replied, as she put her hands up to her head and ran her fingers through her hair. It was something she used to do when she was frustrated or when she had hit a brick wall with some theory.

"Would you like to go?" Callen asked her. Tash looked at him and shook her head.

"I think I might find somewhere to lie down," she said. She was tired and confused. So much had changed, but so little at the same time.

"I'll come Sam," Kensi said, and followed Sam out.

"There's a couch in the break room if you want to lie down," Callen said.

"The break room would be?" Tash asked, a lost look on her face.

"This way," Callen said, as he started to walk in the right direction.

"Is this something I should know?" Tash asked, as she walked by his side.

"No. We were somewhere else when you were with us," Callen replied. He heard her sigh.

"Well that's good. One less thing to worry that I have forgotten," Tash said as they arrived at the break room.

"There's a blanket underneath the table in front if you want it," Callen said. Tash looked at him, another one of those memories right there, but she just couldn't reach it.

"Tash, they'll come. Just let them happen," Callen said, seeing the frustration on her face.

"I want to know. For so long I haven't known who I was. Now, it's so close I can almost touch it. But I just ... I want to remember," Tash said. She looked at him for a moment, before asking, "Remind me please. What is it about couches? There is something there. Does it have to do with you?"

Callen looked at her, wishing Nate was here. He wasn't quite sure what he should do.

"Please G," Tash said. Callen heard the desperation in her voice. It was also the first time she had called him by name and he didn't think she even realised that she'd remembered what it was on her own.

"We used to fight over the couch in the old office," Callen said.

"Why?" Tash asked.

"Because neither of us wanted to go home," Callen said. That wasn't quite the truth, but it was close enough. Hopefully enough that she could remember on her own.

Tash frowned at him, then turned toward the couch and started to walk over to it.

"Are you always so cryptic?" Tash asked him.

"Only with you," Callen answered, as he smiled at her familiar question. She spun around, eyes wide, after another memory flashed through her mind.

"Are you always so cryptic?" she asked him.

"Only with you," he said.

"Come on G. What is it you really want? Straight out," she asked, looking at him with her hands on her hips, frustrated with him.

"You," he said.

"What is it?" Callen asked at her reaction to his words. She shook her head.

"Nothing," Tash said. These memories of him were just so confusing. "I need to lie down," she said as she turned and continued her way to the couch.

"Do you need anything?" Callen asked her.

"My mind," she replied. "Any idea where I left it?"

"Sorry," Callen said. Tash sat down on the couch and reached for the blanket. For some reason, she buried her face in it and took a deep breath. When she looked up, she frowned at him.

"It smells familiar," Tash said.

"Probably fabric softener," Callen said, his heart starting to beat a little faster. Or it could be the fact that he had slept here last night.

"Yeah, probably," Tash said, not quite believing him. He stood up from his position of leaning against the doorway.

"I'll come find you when they get back," Callen said and turned and left.