Chapter Three: Father\Daughter Time

Callen smiled at Neal. "What do you wanna do today?" He asked his daughter.

"I just wanna walk around New York, papa." Callen said. "I missed New York."

Neal smiled.

Callen stopped from store to store when finally Neal asked, "How do you have all this money?"

"The money you left in a bank over the years it turned into 4.5 million dollars. And then mom left me over 9 million dollars. I have a lot of money still in Italy and Finland." She answered. "I like spending money." She said through the dressing room door, she opened the door and smiled. "How does this look?"

Callen wore a black leather jacket, a white laced tank top and dark blue jeans with flip-flops. "You look good, hun." Neal said. "You style has changed a lot from the last time I saw you huh?"

"Yes." She answered. "I'm more pretty now."

"You were always pretty."

"Don't lie." She said as she closed the door again.

"Callen, you are beautiful. No lie."

She laughed coming out of the dressing room again. This time she wore a black slimming dress and matching black high heels. "What do you think?"

"You look good."

She smiled and again closed the door once more. "I left a lot of my cholthes where I was." She said. "They wouldn't let me take them."

"Who?"

"Mom. She says she brought them, so they belong to her." Callen said grabbing the handfull of cholthes. "She was a total bitch about it. But whatever." Neal smiled when he heard the brooklyn accent in whatever. "I missed you, papa. You treat me a lot better than mama."

"I missed you too sweets." Neal said softly.

Callen came out of the dressing room again. "What do you think, papa?" She asked. She wore a laced black tank top, white sweatshirt and ripped jeans.

"Good."

"Okay." She stepped back in the dressing room and changed back into her jeans and sweatshirt.

She paid for her cholthes and handed the bags to Neal. "Let me take you out to lunch."

"Sure."

That night, Callen again slept in Neal's bed and Neal took the couch. Her cellphone and she answered it. "Ciao."

"Ciao to you to Callen."

Callen sat straight up on the bed. "What in the...Matthew? Why are you calling me?"

"Is your father by you?" Natthew asked.

"Dad!" She screamed.

Neal quiclky got up from the couch. "Whats wrong?"

She handed the phone to Neal. "Hello." He picked up the phone. "Who's this?"

"Hi, Neal. It's Matthew. I have a job for you..."

"I said no!" Neal screamed. "That's it...no is no."

Callen slammed her hand on the counter, pretending she didn't hurt herself. "Why not? Why can't I do the job?"

"Let's see Callen. You will get caught. Matthew wants you to steal something from the FBI offices. It's not like you won't do it again." Neal told her. "You will be in a jail cell. Do you want that, Callen? To be in a jail cell for the rest of your life."

Callen growled. "Fine. I'll see you later!" She grabbed her cellphone and stormed out of Neal's apartment.

Mozzie frowned. "She all ready wants to get back to her old ways, huh? At least you know she is your daughter, Neal."

Neal sighed, "I know."

Callen walked around New York until she reached a small house. She knew this house well, she lived in this house when she was three with her dad. She smiled and walked on