Chapter Two: Hell to Pay

"Neal?" Peter looked for Neal for answers.

"You look well, papa." She said in an Italian accent. "I missed you. I missed New York. Made me homesick...is that the right word?"

"I missed you, too." He put his daughter into a hug. "I never thought I would see you again. I'm so happy, you're alive." He squeezed her and then let go of her.

"Did you look for me?" She said.

"I did." He answered. He was surprised that he didn't believe her.

"Agent Burke, your work phone is ringing."

Peter picked up his phone and a man right away all ready started talking. "Hi, I'm Marshall Marshall Mann with the US Marshalls. Yes, that's my real name. Do you have a teenage girl with you?"

"Yes."

"Ah! Thank god. She didn't check in when she arrived in New York." The man laughed. "I'm guessing you are wondering who she is?"

"Yes."

"Agent Burke, meet Callen Caffery. Neal Caffery's daughter. A sixteen year mastermind." Marshall replied. "And I mean it. Callen is wonderful bright girl but when it comes to what she wants, she will do anything to get it."

"She's sixteen..."

"I am telling you now, Agent Burke. She is smart, brilliant; her IQ is higher than Neal's." Marshall sighed. "Just be careful."

"How careful do I have to be around a sixteen year old?" Peter asked. He heard Marshall laughing in the background when he heard a glass smashing in the other room. "I have too go."

"Tell Callen we said hi and to stay out of trouble. Just remember, Agent Burke, if you need anything, I am just a phone call away." Peter hung up.

He walked out of his office and into the conference when he saw Jones and Neal laughing at Callen. "I told you I could do it." She said smiling. "Hi, Agent Burke. How is Marshall?"

"He's good. He said you forgot to call him when you came from New York." Peter said. "So, where are you staying at Callen?"

"With me." Neal said.

-

"Mozzie!" Callen screamed. "I missed you!"

"I know you did." Mozzie smiled and hugged the teenager. "What are you doing here in New York?" He asked.

"It's a long story, Mozzie." She laughed. "How are you?"

"I'm fine. Better now that you are here. Maybe your father will feel better."

"What's wrong with him?" She asked.

"It's a long story, Callen."

-

Neal and Mozzie sat at the kitchen table as Callen slept on Neal's soft king size bed. "You have a smile on your face, Neal. I'm glad you finally have one." Mozzie said as he drank his glass of red wine.

"I have a reason to have on my face, Moz. She is finally back in New York. She is finally home...or June's. I'm happy." Neal said.

"Do you know what happened to her? Wasn't she suppose to be with the Marshalls?"

"I don't know what happened yet. But I will find out." Neal said.

-

"You have a daughter, Neal." June said the next moring. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"I couldn't. It was to make sure she was safe." Neal said. He poured himself a cup of coffee and showed June a huge smile. "I'm glad you get to meet her though."

Callen come out of Neal's so called apartment and laughed, "Good morning, papa. June." She said. She was dressed in white flip-flops, black sweatpants and a white tank top with a Giants sweatshirt in her hand.

"I still can't believe you like football." Neal said.

"I like the movement. What can I say?" Callen laughed. "It's your fault anyways, dad." Neal smiled when she called him dad. "That was the only TV I ever watched beside Disney channel."

June laughed a tiny bit. "You guys are father and daughter for sure."