Callen all but bolted down the gangplank and off of the ship as Hetty stood quietly waiting outside her car.
She saw the distress in her eyes and her heart hurt for him.
"Mr. Callen!" she called.
Callen pulled to a stop, looked at the woman whom he had come to think of as a mother and shook his head, he couldn't talk to her now.
"Callen!" she called again the worry apparent in her tone.
Callen climbed into his car and drove away.
Hetty wanted to follow but she turned as back to the ship as Arkady and the team walked down the gangplank.
"Mr Kolcheck?" She asked at the look on his face.
He shook his head.
"Oh Bugger." She sighed.
Sam walked up to Hetty, "Did you see G?" he asked.
She nodded, "He left, I assume he told you what was bothering him?"
Sam nodded glaring at Arkady, "He told me enough." he snapped, then he shook his head, "I'm sorry Hetty, it's just not fair on him."
Hetty nodded absently.
"Mr. Hanna will you take Mr. Kolcheck to the boatshed, I will be along presently to talk to him." She turned to the older man. "If you wish to be able to salvage anything from this, you will not give Mr. Hanna any trouble and you will wait for us."
Arkady smirked, "Henrietta, when have I not be compliant?" He asked spreading his palms wide and looking innocent.
Hetty sighed and smiled, "You are both so much alike." She waited as Kensi and Deeks came down the gangplank and stepped onto dry land.
"Miss Blye, Mr. Deeks I need you to go to pick up a young lady and bring her to the boatshed."
"No!" Arkady shook his head, "I will not allow it, it is too dangerous."
"Arkady," Hetty said placing a hand on his arm gently, "They are going to meet, is it not better we let them do it in a safe place rather than out in the open?"
Arkady sighed, "You are always right." He took a piece of paper and a pen out of his pocket, "She is here." he said writing down the address for them.
"Who are we picking up?" Deeks asked.
"Her name is Anna Rusakova, show her your badges and tell her that Arkady and Hetty both want her to come with you." Arkady said.
Kensi and Deeks nodded and headed off, as did Sam and Arkady for the boathouse.
Hetty climbed into her car and turned it in the direction she knew Callen would be in.
"One day, Mr. Callen, you won't give me all these sleepless nights and grey hairs." she said to herself as she adjusted her rearview mirror to reverse her car off the dock and in search of her wayward agent.
Callen drove around for an hour, until he was nearly hit as he missed a stop sign.
Thanking anyone who was listening that no one was hurt and that there hadn't been a cop around he decided he really wasn't that safe to drive so he headed home.
He pulled lopsided into his driveway and walked into his house, not even thinking he headed directly into the kitchen, pulled a beer out of the refrigerator and walking into his bare living room pulled the ever present tea box from his mantel piece. Taking another swig from the bottle he put that in place of the tea box, moved to the floor and opened the box.
He had the small piece of paper that he had taken from Arkady along with the key to his first apartment.
Finally opening what he could now see as a newspaper cutting he took the time to look at it properly.
Elizabeth Rusakova. Born May 17th 1974 - Died January 13th 1996.
It is with sadness that the family of Elizabeth Rusakova announce her passing. Her funeral will be private at Chapel of the Pines Rest home. She is survived by her mother Christina Rusakova and her daughter Anna.
He looked at the second piece of paper, 'Kidnapped woman slain, body found in LA River.'
He read the article, it wasn't very descriptive, mostly that missing Elizabeth Rusakova had been found by a transient early the morning before, that she had been missing for a week and there were no leads.
One word was written in the bottom of the article in pen, in the right hand corner, 'Comescu'.
He folded that over and placed it in his box, and instead looked at the picture of the young woman with the long blonde hair that had captured his heart when he was younger.
Rubbing the key absently in his hand he replayed scenes from their youth in his head, notably his last night with her, the way she had laughed and cried as she had said goodbye to him. Him promising to be back from Fletc as soon as he could. Not realizing that that night when he made love to her he had left her with more than just his heart.
"He cares about you, He only did what he thought was right, for your safety and theirs." Hetty said standing in the doorway watching his back as it rose and fell in shuddering breaths.
"He knew, he's been in my life for about as long as you have, but not once did he tell me and he's known about my search for my father. Why didn't he tell me when Reinhardt was shot?"
"I don't know." She replied softly, she had asked herself that question when he had just walked out of the room that day leaving Callen with the name of his father, but not the answers that his son so desperately wanted and he had.
"You need to come with me." she said quietly.
Callen shook his head, "I need to work through this, I need to get it straight in my head. I want to know why he pretended to be my friend, why he didn't just tell me the truth?"
Callen put the clipping and the key in the box and shut the lid.
"If he didn't want to be my father, why didn't he just tell me to go away, why allow me the run of his home? Why didn't he tell me about Anna?"
"So many 'Why's' Mr. Callen, but you won't find the answers in that box. Many many things have happened to you in your life, some good...some not so good, but those who have watched over you have always endeavored to do the right thing." Hetty said walking to his side and holding her hand out.
Callen held her hand for a moment and then stood up, picking the box up and turning to the door.
"Did you ever regret it?" he asked.
She stopped shocked; what was he alluding too? Did he know?
It took all the strength she had to ask her next question, "Did I ever regret what Mr. Callen?"
"Taking me out of the system, letting me come and live with you...saving me?" he asked.
She felt some of the tension leave her shoulders. She smiled and patted his arm. "Not for a moment Mr. Callen...not even when you took all my kitchen appliances apart."
Callen smiled for a moment.
"I need to go Hetty, I need to find my daughter."
"I need you to come with me first...please." Hetty said.
Something in her tone threw him off and he nodded, "Of course, but I really need to do this today."
She smiled and hit the button on the central locking for her car, "Come along Mr. Callen, I'll drive."
Arriving at the boatshed Callen looked at Hetty inquisitively. "Why are we here?"
"To get the answers to your why's Mr. Callen." Hetty said enigmatically.
They walked in and Callen tensed up as Arkady looked up from the couch.
"I don't want to talk to him." Callen snapped turning to Hetty.
"Mr. Callen...please, listen to him." Hetty said pulling out a chair for him.
Callen sat sullenly and glared at Arkady.
"Pozhaluysta, pozvol'te mne ob"yasnit'." Arkady said quietly.
Arkady took the coffee that Sam placed on the table for both men and a already brewed tea for Hetty and sat next to Callen with a nod of support.
"Allow me to explain my actions Callen, I hope you can understand and forgive me."
"Forgive you?" Callen replied.
Arkady nodded, "Everything I have ever done was to keep your mother, you, your sister, Elizabeth and Anna safe." he stated.
"Well you didn't do very well at that." Callen snapped, instantly feeling guilty at the pain on his father's face.
Arkady nodded, he took the blame for their deaths as he had all those years ago when they had died, but for now Callen was listening and Arkady was going to tell his story.