Takes place before Season 9.
'Another bloody cold night. God I hate this country! Remember that night all those years ago when we had to huddle together to keep warm and everyone thought we had sex? Good times, good times.'
'Still looking for this White Ghost. And trying not to freeze my butt off. You know what I really don't miss about army life? Having to take a shower before everyone else before all the hot water is used up! Remember those days? I remember you having a fit when you got blasted with cold water when I used up all the hot water!'
'Old love letters?' Callen asked.
'Ha! I wish. They are letters from Owen when he and Miss Blye were after the White Ghost. I found them in an old shoe box when I was cleaning his place.' Hetty replied.
'You've been a little more down in the dumps these last few days. May I ask if everything is okay?'
Sigh. 'I've been thinking about him a lot. I thought going through his things might help. Instead I just feel more miserable then usual. And I'll admit, I've been having a couple more drinks then usual. No, before you ask. I haven't gotten behind the wheel!'
Sitting next to her. 'I miss him too. But this is concerning. You sure you don't need to see Nate or anything?' Callen asked, concerned about his closest mother figure.
'I'm just a little lonely, Mr. Callen. When you've lived as long as I have, you get used to everyone you know dying. I'll be fine, you don't need to worry about me.' Hetty replied.
'Do we know that he's dead?'
'I don't know. But with how long he's been gone with no communication, and his condition. I wouldn't be too surprised if he's already gone.' Then she took another swing of her Scotch.
After Callen insisted on driving her home, Hetty dug through more of her old partner's messages to her.
'Sigh. Where are you, Owen? Are you really still alive? If so, then why haven't you called me?' She wondered.