A/N would have posted this last night but blew a fuse at our house, was convinced it was a power cut! Anyway, thanks for all your reviews I love em all.

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Chapter 3

They all watched as a van pulled up beside Eric's trailer and an older blond haired man got out with a red headed boy and pulled Myra from the van. She fell to the ground torn between running to the trailer and trying to protect the boy.

The older man, still with his back to the camera pointed the gun at Myra and held a hand on the boy's shoulder.

Myra looked at the security camera her eyes boring into Eric's soul as he watched her reach for the boy tears falling down her face and he fired.

The boy turned his head into the man's shoulder. He was roughly pulled past Myra as he tried to reach down to her and he was thrown into the back of the van. Just as he was about to leave the man turned to look at her and check he wasn't being watched, then he looked up at the camera and wave.

"Son of a bitch!" Eric yelled pushing his chair away from the monitor.

"Miss. Jones; run a facial recognition scan." Hetty said.

"There's no need." Eric said. "His name is Niklas Beale. He's my brother."

"You don't have a brother." Nell stated.

"Nell after the last few hours can you, any of you honestly say you know me!" Eric snapped.

Nell shook her head she honestly couldn't and that hurt her, she had thought they were friends.

Eric sighed as he pulled up the info they had on his brother.

Niklas Beale. D.O.B… 17th February 1957

Eldest of three children to Christian and Karolin Beale.

Runs BA Industries after the founder, Christian Beale retired.

Mother Karolin Beale died as a result of childbirth in 1977.

Eric paused as a look of sorrow crossed his face.

Has a son, Todd Beale, 15 born in 1997 mother's unknown.

The others sat quietly digesting this information, Hetty turned to Eric, "Your father owned Beale Aeronautic Industries, They are a multimillion dollar corporation and they have some high profile contracts with the navy. This makes it our case now."

"So you can get us in to see your father and Niklas?" Callen said.

"I doubt I'll get you in, but, if you bring him to the boat-shed I'll get him to talk." Eric said sadly.

"You need to come to my office first," Hetty told him.

"Yes and I need to check on Summer, she's probably online by now."

"We have secure servers." Nell said.

Eric just rolled his eyes and smiled, "My daughter." He reminded her.

As they walked down the stairs, Eric sat Summer sat on the couch with her knees drawn up with someone's laptop.

"Hey that's mine!" Sam said disgruntled.

"Don't worry grandpa, I only hacked your password all your little sordid secrets are safe, I have a term paper due." She said, Sam was instantly interested, "You're at college?" He asked.

"UCLA studying computer science and Atmospheric and Oceanic sciences." She told him.

"Wow," Sam was impressed.

Callen walked past and sniggered at him, "Hey Grandpa."

Sam glared and followed him out to the challenger.

Hetty motioned for Eric to sit down.

"Mr. Beale when were you going to tell me you had a daughter and that you were related to one of the richest businessmen in the US and more importantly when were you going to tell me you were running a private search on our equipment?" She asked him.

Eric sat back in his chair, took his glasses of and tiredly rubbed his eyes, "Honestly Hetty…..Never." he admitted.

"Why Mr. Beale, did you think being wealthy would mean that I would not have hired you?" she asked.

"I'm not." Eric said simply, "If I was wealthy I would not be living in a trailer. But that's not why I didn't tell you, I didn't tell you because I needed to protect Summer, her mother was missing and I knew you would need my program for finding criminals and I needed the resources that NCIS could provide." He sat and looked at her.

"I am disappointed in you Mr. Beale, but I understand the need for you to protect your child." Hetty told him. She herself was pleased that he had stood up to her. She knew all about Sam's family and how they would be able to cope if anything happened to him, with his wife being ex-CIA that wasn't a problem. However, she was glad that when defending his daughter, Eric could hold his own, however the fact that he had managed to keep his life hidden from her was unsettling….yes that was the word, she wasn't angry, just unsettled. If he could hide this and his connection to one of the wealthiest families in the US what else could he hide?

"She is very beautiful, you must be very proud of her," She told her technical analyst.

Eric face split into a huge smile, "I am, she's a freshman at UCLA and She surf's like a pro."

Hetty nodded, making a note to check on the young woman's academic success later. She had noticed that she had cracked the encryption on Sam's laptop in a matter of seconds and had not even attempted to access his private files so she had integrity, which was something Hetty prized in people.

"I need for you to go to the boat-shed, Mr. Callen and Mr. Hanna will be bringing in your brother and father, I would like you on hand to maybe smooth the way with them," she suggested.

"Summer?" Eric said, "I can't take her to the boat-shed."

"Actually, it would be a good idea if she went, she would be safer there, there is a room upstairs she can use, it will keep her out of the way and I here she has a term paper to complete. This may help as well." Hetty opened a cupboard and pulled out a red laptop. "It is empty, consider it a gift, it has the latest software on it and she should be able to use it quite easily being your daughter."

Eric was stoked, although he worked with the latest computers at work the laptop they owned at home was an old one that they had had since Summer was born. All his money had gone on raising his daughter and beefing up the security around his trailer to protect her. He talked a good game in ops, but to be honest the only time he played on computer games where the two times that Hetty had caught him. He had small parts to his laptop and to be honest if the team had gone into his trailer they would have seen that his room looked like a computer parts junkyard as he kept buying parts to keep his laptop running. When she had managed to get the scholarship to UCLA, he had wanted to get her a new laptop but he just hadn't had enough money, what with keeping her bike and his car running as well. She had declared to her friends that she was going old school and used notepads and pens. Not once had she ever complained about the things she had to go without just so they could pay a bill.

"Thank you Hetty," He said.

Hetty turned to Summer, "Miss Beale, could you come here for a moment."

"Yes Ma'am!" Summer jumped up and walked to Hetty's office.

Callen and Sam pulled up outside Eric's father's home.

"Wow!" Callen said, even Sam was impressed by the size of the house as they walked up the steps to the front door.

They rang the bell and waited as a Hispanic woman opened the door.

"Yes?" she said.

They showed her their badges, "Agents Hanna and Callen, NCIS we would like to talk Mr. Beale."

"Come in." The woman said and motioned them to wait as she walked off.

An older version of Eric walked down the stairs. "NCIS?" He asked.

Sam nodded and held out his hand, "Agents Hanna and Callen."

"Christian Beale, What can I do for you?" he asked.

Not wanting to give too much away they said, "It's about one of your van's being used in a murder, we need you to come and identify some photos for us."

"Certainly, the government has given us a lot of contracts I would like to help."

Christian followed the two men to the car, leaving word as to where he was going.

Eric and Summer arrived at the boat-shed first.

He gave her a can of soda and sent her upstairs with her laptop so she could work on her term paper. The he set to work getting interrogation ready.

He was so engrossed in his work he didn't hear the challenger pull up and was talking to Nell about boosting the internet signal in the boat-shed for Summer.

Callen walked in with Christian behind him. Who came to a grinding halt as he saw his youngest son for the first time since he was 17.

"Eric?" Christian said.

Nell watched as a look of anger, hatred and then fear crossed Eric's face before he turned to face his father.

"Mr. Beale." Eric said flatly and turned back to his work.