Okay, so I apologize for the weirdness that happened with the last chapter! I really don't know what happened with that! Anyway, thank you for the positive responses! I'm so glad that you are liking this story. Would you like to know something strange? I'm watching NCIS on Netflix right now and I just realized that there have been quite a few characters from The Fosters on the show! Robert, Donald, Dana, Ana, and Adam have all starred on NCIS! I just thought that was super ironic b/c I am writing this piece!

Stef's POV

A few hours after Lena and I met Jude, he fell asleep in the chair holding his sister's hand. Lena draped a blanket over the boy and pulled me into the hallway.

"Are we crazy?" She rubbed her forehead and sank into my arms. "We have no idea what these children are capable of. What if they are a danger to the family? I mean, they were helping plan major attacks on our government!"

"Lena, love, they had no choice in the matter. They were kidnapped when they were little kids! And they are the ones who went to NCIS and helped bring the agency down." I rubbed my wife's back and kissed her cheek. "I think they have felt more hurt than any child should ever have to experience. And, yes, they are highly trained in God knows what, but they need someone to lookout for them. Why don't you go home and be with the kids tonight. I'll stay here with Callie and Jude. Hopefully we will be able to bring them home tomorrow. If not, you should bring Brandon and the twins here to meet them."

"Okay. Call me if you need anything." Lena kissed me gently on the lips. "I love you."

"I love you more." I kissed her back and watched as she walked down the hallway. I turned around and walked back into Callie's hospital room. Jude was sitting straight up in the chair, wide awake.

"Jude, why are you awake? It's late. You've had a very long day and you need your rest." I walked up to the young boy and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. He flinched immediately and I could help but wonder what these kids had been through.

"No. I can't sleep. I have to watch out for her. Someone has to protect her." He rubbed his eyes and suppressed a yawn.

"I can protect both of you. You don't have to be the strong one anymore, Jude. Lena and I can do that for you and Callie."

He looked up at me with sad eyes. "Why are you being nice to us? You don't know anything about us. You don't know what we're capable of."

I sat down in a chair next to him and leaned in close. "Well, maybe you can tell me what the two of you are like. We want to know everything: the good, bad, and ugly." I looked into Jude's eyes and saw a sad little boy behind all of the hurt and the pain.

"I think I'm just going to go to bed." He broke eye contact and laid down on the cot that was set up on Callie's other side. Within minutes I heard his breathing out and he started to snore just a little.

I moved to the chair he was in and stared at the girl laying in the bed. Something about her was familiar. But, I just couldn't place it. She groaned in pain and started to stir. She mumbled a little and then her eyes shot open.

"Where am I? What happened?" Callie's eyes searched the ceiling frantically and she tried to identify her surroundings.

"Callie, you're in the hospital. You were shot today back at New Intelligence. Do you remember that?" I stood up and moved closer to the bed.

She whipped her head to the side and locked eyes with me. "I killed Commander Doran today. And she tried to kill me." Her eyes glistened with tears but she blinked them away quickly.

"Yeah…" I struggled to find the right words to say. "Does your arm hurt?"

"Who are you?" She completely avoided my question, but I didn't need an answer. Pain covered her face.

"My name is Stef Adams-Foster. I'm one of your foster moms." I sat back down and scooted the chair close to the bed.

"Where's your wife?" She sat up a little but winced in pain.

I smiled. For once someone didn't question if I really had a wife or not. "Lena, my wife, is back at our home with our three children: Brandon, who is sixteen like you, and our twins, Jesus and Mariana, who are fifteen."

"Uh, thank you for taking Jude and me in." Callie's cheeks flushed a little. She looked back to me and studied my face curiously. "I know you. We've met before."

"You know, I thought you looked familiar too. But, I have no idea where we could have met before. I can't really imagine our paths crossing."

Suddenly, Callie's eyes widened. "You were the cop who talked to me and Jude at the police station when our foster parents dropped off! You walked away for a second to go call our social worker. That's when the NI agents came in and grabbed us."

Memories began flooding my mind.

"Officer Foster! There are two kids on the bench over there. They said their foster parents dropped them at the door and told them to go in and give this to a cop." The desk cop, Jerry, handed me a white envelope. I pulled out the note and read it carefully.

'Their names are Callie (6) and Jude (4). My husband and I just can't take care of them anymore. They're good kids, but we just don't have the money. Everything they own is in their bag. They don't talk much but they are good kids. Sorry.'

I sighed and shoved the paper into my pocket. I walked up to the kids and squatted down in front of them.

"You must be Callie." I extended my hand to the little girl and she shook it softly.

"Yeah… And this is Jude, my brother." She pointed to the little boy next to her and wiped some tears off of his face. "He's really shy."

"Well, it is very nice to meet the both of you. My name is Stef. Do you want a snack or a drink?" I looked back and forth between the children.

"No thank you." Callie dropped her head and gripped Jude's hand tightly. "Billy gave us this in case we ever need him." She pulled a crumpled business card out of her dirty jacket and gently placed it in my hand.

I took the card and opened it. There was a number for their social worker on it. "I'm going to go call Bill. You two stay here."

"Okay." Callie said quietly.

I walked back over to my desk and dialed Bill.

"Hello, Bill Harrington speaking." A gruff voice answered.

"Hi Bill, this is Officer Stefanie Foster, D.C. Police. I have two of your kids here, Callie and Jude Jacob. Their foster parents just dropped them off and left a note saying that they can't care for them anymore."

"Ah geez. Okay, thanks Officer. I'll be down to the station within the hour. Bye now."

I grabbed two suckers out of my desk for the kids. But, I started running when I heard Callie scream.

I rounded the corner and saw the bench empty and their bag gone.

"Callie?! Jude?!" I ran down the hall to the doors that led outside. I pushed them open and saw the kids tossed into a van. "Police, freeze!" I pulled out my gun and aimed it at the tires. The van tore out of the parking lot and I lost my shot. "Dammit!"

"Stef? You okay?" I was pulled out of my memory by Callie tapping my hand.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I was just remembering that day." I reassured her.

"I never forgot it…" She dropped her head and again blinked away tears. "Stef? Do you remember our last name? They never referred to us with our full names. I just… I haven't known my last name in ten years."

I smiled sadly at her. "It's Jacob. Callie Jacob."

Her eyes lit up. "Jacob! That's it!" She smiled widely. "Thanks. Wow, these pain killers are strong." Her eyes were getting heavy but she tried to force them open.

"Go to sleep. You're both safe. I'll be right here if you need anything." Before I was even finished talking she was asleep.

I smiled at the sight of the two children sleeping in front of me. Even though I barely knew them, I felt a very strong connection to them I wanted nothing more than to protect them like my other children.

Sorry for the short chapter, but I hope you liked it anyway! What would you like to see happen? Should I bring in Connor? I was also thinking about bringing in Wyatt. Let me know what you think! I love incorporating my reader's ideas!