Ok, last chapter. Thank you to all those who have been with me

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"That's not possible." Callen heard Hetty say over the earwig that he had forgotten to remove.

"How?" He asked.

"Remember the first night we met. It was here, you said that you knew me." Granger had moved from the doorway and into the room.

The phone on the table suddenly rang, causing them all to jump. Sam being the closest hit the speaker button.

"Owen, how is that possible?" Hetty's voice came out, voicing the question that was on all their minds.

"I'm older than I look, Henrietta.

"I was stationed in Europe with the CIA. Amy was your half-sister, Callen, I don't know who her father was, but I treated her like my own. Clara fled the town where the Comscues had their beach house. But she didn't want to leave the country. I came across her when I was shopping in a town on the edge of the country. I had heard that there was someone who might be able to provide intel on them. As the months turned into years, we fell in love and you came along. Something happened a few years later and she left, taking the both of you with her. A couple of weeks later I found out that she had been killed but you had managed to survive. I found Yana's father hiding in a neighbouring country and got you into the States."

"What's my name?" Callen asked. Everything was moving so fast. He was having a hard time trying to absorb it all.

"Callen George Granger." Yana said suddenly from her spot amongst her family.

"We erased your last name to protect my sister as Griswold had fallen in love with her while he was with us in the States before moving to the UK. To protect everyone. I guess that somewhere along the line, someone thought that G. was your first name. Amy liked the name Callen and used it as her middle name." Granger continued. He was now sitting on the edge of the couch that Yana had occupied when they first entered.

"Callen George Granger." Callen repeated. "Why did you never let me know? All this time, why?" He looked at Granger, anger starting to flare in his eyes.

"Until the Comscues where finished, I couldn't. And I promised your mother on her grave that you would be the one to do it. I wasn't a Callen so it wouldn't seem right."

"That's not an answer!" He shouted as he stood. "Growing up, never feeling like I belonged anywhere, always being bullied because I didn't have a first name or remember who I was. How could let your own son grow up without knowing who he was?" His voice had gone deathly quiet and Sam recognised it as him being on the verge of shutting down and walking out.

"If I had, you'd have died as a child, by doing what I did, it allowed you to finish this." Granger's voice never rose in volume, he remained seated while Callen stood.

The silence stretched for several minutes.

"Does this mean I can't call you G. anymore?" Sam suddenly asked from the table, trying to break up the tension.

"I don't know, think you could get use to calling me Callen?" Callen smirked as both he and Sam started to laugh. Callen turned to Granger. "You really my father?" He needed to hear it from him.

"Yes. I watched you grow up, move from home to home. When you got my notebook from Keelson's place, I thought you or even Hetty would recognise the hand-writing." Granger stood in front of his son and looked into his eyes. "You really have your mothers eyes, Callen. They changed colour with her moods as yours do." He held out his hand.

Callen took the hand and the two shook. Hetty hung up the phone and they turned off the cameras in the room to allow the newly found family time alone.

Several hours later at Granger's place, the team had gathered for dinner. As they finished, Callen asked Yana "How did you get out?"

"The day Hetty came to the beach house. When Lauran Hunter arrived, she had me go out on a shopping run a few minutes before you hit the place."

"How did…" Hetty asked

"I told you, my father had me memorise every face, including Illana Vedem. The moment Hunter came into the place, I knew that she had to be an agent." Yana turned to Hetty "Why did you send her back under and back to Europe Hetty?"

"How do you mean?" Hetty asked. All conversation had stopped.

"I spotted her a few minutes before Vasille did almost ten months after the attack on the beach house, but I wasn't able to get to her in time." Yana was watching Hetty's face and saw the horror appear as she realised that she had, in part, gotten her killed. "When I found out that she had been sold to the Crimeleon I came straight here. I managed to follow him, but was too late to stop him from shooting one of your colleges and blowing up Hunter. She was nice to me, helped me to pass messages onto my family."

The room filled with silence as they realised what had happened.

"Hetty, you couldn't have known." Callen said. He wrapped an arm around her when he noticed tears running down her face.

"Lauren had assured me that everything would be fine." The shaken woman replied.

"You've been here since then? Why didn't you come to us then, why now?" Callen asked, looking up at his cousin.

"Because I needed you to trust me, and I wouldn't have been able to do that if Sam had been here. That little voice in your heart said you could trust me but your head said not too. That's because it recognised me as my father from years ago and didn't know if you should trust me. Your heart recognised me as family."

A cell phone range and Yana answered it, walking a little away from the group.

The group spent the next several minutes in silence until laughter rang out from the hall that Yana had walked down. A moment later, she returned, a large smile on her face as she looked at her phone.

Deeks, who had stood and paced to walk off some of the nervous energy, snuck up to her and asked "Who you talk…" the rest of his sentence died on his lips as he caught sight of the photo on the phone. He snatched it from Yana to look at it better.

"Deeks what's going on?" Callen had noticed the look on the detective's face as he stared at the phone.

"Deeks, give it back." Yana said, holding her hand out for it, her voice low.

"How is this possible?" He asked as he instead tossed the phone to Callen.

Callen looked at the photo and gasped. It was a photo of Yana and a man they thought was long dead and buried. "Renko?"


A/N: Surprise! I didn't like the fact that they killed Renko, I liked him. This is my way of brining him back. I was going to make this into another chapter but it would have been very short.


"What?" Was the collective cry from everyone at the table.

"Look in the background. That billboard was only put up two months ago." Deeks said as he stared at Yana.

"Yana, how is this possible?" Hetty asked.

"I didn't know how long it would take you to get Javiar, and I didn't want to risk him having another go at Michael. One of the nurses was Mika, he slipped something into his IV line to make the machines think that he had flat-lined. You nearly killed him Hetty, staying in the morgue as long as you did. Did any of you see his face after he was pronounced dead?"

They all shook their heads as Callen said "None of us could bring ourselves to."

"Where is he?" Kensi asked. She had been the one at the hospital and watched him die.

"He's been in Europe to round up the last of the body guards and hired muscle that worked for the Comscues. He got back last month."

"Michael, as in Mike, as in Renko?" Callen asked, recalling the conversation in the car after she and Kensi had been undercover in a gay club.

"Yeah." She nodded.

Sam said "He was your Plan B."

"Yeah." She nodded. "He was outside the door that night. I didn't want anyone to know he was alive until I had to."

"He was the one who got us the info on that first case after you arrived." Deeks suddenly said.

"And he sent us the link on Vasile." Yana continued.

"And you didn't tell us he was alive?"

"Hey don't yell at her Callen, I asked her not to." Mike Renko suddenly said as he walked into the room. "Besides, being dead has its advantages. The three of you haven't noticed me shadowing you on and off for the past twelve months." He was nearly bowled over as Yana flew into his arms and planted a kiss on his lips. His voice was huskier than before and the scar from the bullet was visible on his neck.

More alcohol flowed as hugs, kisses and tears flowed from everyone. Not even Granger had known what Yana had pulled off, right under the noses of the best in the business.

The sun was coming up a few hours later as Yana walked out into the yard to find Callen. The entire team had stayed up all night, getting to know Callen's cousins and aunt. "Just so you know, you're coming to England for Christmas."

"Am I just?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"You know when you do that, both lift up right?" she said.

"I don't know if I can get time off."

"Bull, Hetty has just informed me that you have several weeks' worth of holiday time accrued. And she said that you are to come for at least a week." She stared up at the sky. "Then we'll go visit Clara's grave and bring her home. She should be with her family."

"I wouldn't say no Callen." Mike Renko's voice joined them as he wrapped his arms around Yana. "She is very stubborn."

"I've noticed." He turned to look at the two of them and noticed a ring on Yana's left hand that hadn't been there before. "How'd the two of you hook up?"

"Tell you later." Yana said as she snuggled into Mike's arms.

Callen nodded and asked "You coming back to work here Mike?"

"After the wedding. Haven't had much of a chance to meet the family. Well, her side anyway."

Callen chuckled "Got a best man?"

"Was kinda hoping to ask you."

"Done. Bridesmaid?"

"Kensi and Nell. I don't know any other women." Yana said. She felt Mike hug her tighter. "Here, I found this while I was at their beach house." Yana continued as she handed Callen something.

Callen turned it over and gasped. It was a photo of him, Amy and their mother. He looked to be about three or four. He looked at Yana and saw her watching the rising sun. He place a hand on her shoulder, turned his face and copied her as they were joined by his family, the one he created at NCIS and his newly found biological one. As he heard them gather behind him, he felt that finally he was where he belonged.


And, there you have it. Thank's again to all those who have stuck with me in this journey. I have done a short piece through Renko'e eyes. If anyone wants to read it I will post it.