A/N: I'm going to delve a little bit into Cameron's mind and find out why she hates her sister so much. There is no way that she would be feeling so murderous over a boyfriend. Thanks to LostForeverInHisEyes for the help on this. Its going to be pretty disturbing for the hinted at themes so I apologise. Again thanks for all of the reviews. Please keep them coming!

Nate quickly found Hetty,

"Where's Callen?" he asked her.

"He's dropping Miss Mitchell's sister off at the airport. Why?" he took a deep breath,

"She needs to talk to someone. Anyone. Soon. She clearly has issues that she's not addressing."

"What would you suggest I do Mr Getz?" Nate sighed,

"I don't know. But she is definitely harbouring some intense feelings."

"Clearly. I will speak to Mr Callen and see what he thinks." Nate nodded and he left her little "office". Hetty leaned back in her chair and started to think. She knew that her people had issues but for most part she knew their little secrets and if it ever became detrimental to a case she would pull them off it. No questions asked. However with this young lady she was out of her depth and she didn't like it. She often thought of Callen like a son and she had hired Miss Mitchell on the off chance that they would dig through his past together since she was from his past. That had been going well until Miss Mitchell's sister had arrived and they hadn't been communicating as well as they should have been. She hadn't expected that at all. When she had found Cameron she had done a full background check and yet there was no mention of a sister. Hetty frowned, she never doubts herself and yet here she was sitting in her chair doing exactly that. She needed a pick me up. She smiled,

"Mr Hanna!" she called. Sam approached her desk wearily.

"Yes Hetty?"

"Meet me in the gym in half an hour. We're going up the wall." Sam nodded but looked slightly frightened. He had been there when she had beaten Callen…twice.

Cameron's apartment:

Work had finished a couple of hours ago and Cameron was sitting on her couch with a very large gin in her hand. She didn't usually drink especially two days in a row but here she was drinking again. She had needed the release, the escape that drinking brought to her. She wasn't an alcoholic like her sister she knew when she'd had enough. What she couldn't get out of her head was the look that Callen had given her when she had stood at the entrance of the gym after she'd had her shower. It was like he didn't know her, but he doesn't! Her rational side screamed at her. He hadn't known her that long at all.

Maybe that's what needs to change; maybe you need to trust people more.

But how do I do that? Her little devil countered.

Confide in one of them. They won't turn away from you or shun you. They won't use it against you. Cameron sat on her couch staring at blank TV.

Which one do I turn to?

Whichever one comes to the door first. Cameron frowned. She was snapped out of her daydream when she heard knocking on her door. Getting up she put her glass down and answered it.

"What are you doing here?" she asked her visitor. Stepping back she motioned for them to come into her apartment.

"Hetty sent me." Cameron walked into the living room and picked up her glass and took a big drink out of it.

"So you want to know what was wrong with me?"

"Yes." Cameron took a deep breath and said,

"Ok. But I haven't spoken about this in years." Her visitor didn't say anything. She took another deep breath,

"When Sandy and I were kids we actually lived with our parents until we were 8. I have very happy memories of that home until I turned five…

Flashback:

"Do I have to go to bed now?" Cameron moaned.

"Yes you do darling. Only the grown ups stay up past seven thirty." Her mother replied with a smile. She looked like her mother but she had her fathers' eyes. Her twin sister Cassandra looked exactly like their mother. As Cameron looked at her mother she frowned,

"Are you going out Mommy?"

"Yes sweetheart but Daddy will still be here in case you need him. But I trust the both of you to behave and go straight to sleep?" she asked looking across the room to where Cassandra was lying. Cassandra nodded.

"But its our birthday!" Cameron moaned.

"I know sweetheart but I have to go. I am sorry." She kissed Cameron on the forehead and then walked over to Cassandra and repeated the action before leaving the room and closing the door. As soon as the light went out and the door closed Cassandra was sound asleep. Cameron woke up a couple of hours later with someone lying on top of her. Still groggy with sleep she tried to focus on the figure.

"Daddy?" she asked unsure of what was going on.

"Shh. You don't want to wake up Cassie do you?" he whispered into her ear.

"No Daddy. What's going on?"

"Do you love Daddy?" Cameron nodded. She suddenly felt very scared.

"You know Daddy loves you. You've got to promise me that you won't tell anyone about me coming up here. I'm going to show you how much I love you." As he had said this he had started to touch her all over. He was moaning and his touches became more frantic until he couldn't control himself and he shoved himself into her.

"Ouch! Daddy! You're hurting me!" Cameron said on the brink of tears. Instead of comforting her he carried on until she actually cried. It didn't last long and when he pulled out he looked at her and sneered.

"Stop crying you little bitch. Go to sleep." He walked out of the room leaving a very scared Cameron in his wake.

End of flashback:

"He came back every night until I was 8. I still didn't understand what he was doing to me. But all I could think of was 'why me? Why not Sandy?' I felt so awful and that I deserved what he was doing to me that I pulled myself back in on myself. I was a loner. Hardly spoke." Cameron was so lost in her story that she wasn't watching her visitor. Then she sneered,

"Ironically we got taken away because Mother had been selling herself and she had gotten herself into drugs. Our Father was a drunk by this point. When he was drunk it was worse somehow. At least it always felt worse when he was drunk. I've tried to block out the memories but sometimes they come back in floods. When I got older and we started Health Ed in school I finally understood what he had been doing to me all those years. I felt sick. I used to wonder if he ever would have stopped when I got older. I highly doubt it. In a way Mother getting arrested was the best thing that ever happened to me. We were bounced from foster to foster home, not as many as Greg but still, when we were 14 we were split up as Sandy had started to act out for no good reason. Stealing and the like. I hated her for that. Her life wasn't damaged beyond repair; her childhood was innocent unlike mine, which had been tainted. She freely gave it up to some jock behind the bleachers. I never had that option. After that I emotionally closed myself off my family was gone. Completely broken up like my childhood innocence had been. That's when I met Greg and I started to smile again. Then he left and I retreated back behind my protective walls. I had boyfriends but I never let anyone get close. I always broke it off before it got too hot and heavy. In New York I had finally met a guy who I could trust. Then Sandy came in and destroyed it. She used sex as a weapon I ran away from it." She finally looked at her visitors face and sighed,

"So that's it. My whole life story. I know I probably don't need to say this but I'm going to anyway. Please don't tell anyone unless I'm at deaths door or you feel you need to. I don't want people knowing, but at least you can go back to Hetty and tell her that I've unburdened my soul or something and I'll tell the Doc that I've spoken out my issues." She tried to smile but it was lost on her face.

"No matter what you believe you didn't deserve that. No child does. You have my word I won't breathe a word of this to anyone." Cameron nodded and the visitor stood up and walked towards her front door.

"You know you have a lovely home. And you can talk to me about anything if you want to." Cameron smiled a real smile this time.

"Thanks Sam. I appreciate that." She stepped onto her tiptoes and gave him a hug. He nodded and hugged her back. He left her apartment and Cameron walked into her kitchen and tipped the rest of the alcohol down the kitchen sink, she felt better than she had in years.

A/N 2: Well she confided in someone. Thought I would change it to who people might have thought she would have confided to. Callen will find out eventually but she's going to have to restart her relationship with him I think.