Never Tell!

Chapter 27

Callen was furious. Janvier, his father, had lied to him.

Hetty, the tiny woman staring at him with a small light of hope in her eyes, had lied to him.

Kensi. She had not lied to him, he did not think, but then he was not sure about her. He felt something every time he looked into those eyes, those mismatched eyes, the eyes from his dreams. "You?" he asked turning to Kensi, the confusion on his face giving way to the realization that she was indeed the woman in his dreams.

"Callen?" Kensi asked looking at him.

"I know you." He shook his head as if trying to clear the fog that was swimming around inside his brain.

"You..." he stopped and looked into her eyes and put his hands on her shoulders, "I love you. I trust you," he said with a sincerity that brought tears to her eyes.

"I love you too G." Her eyes roamed his face looking for the least bit of deception and not seeing any; she closed her eyes and sighed in relief. Seconds later, his mouth closed on hers.

Her heart leapt. It was not a fake kiss, like the ones they had done undercover. It was the real deal and for a moment, the two of them forgot where they were and who was watching.

Hetty gave a slight cough not wanting to interrupt the pair and Callen sprang back as if burned.

"Kensi?" he asked again, "What's going on?"

He looked at the worry on Hetty's face and on the faces of the others in the room. "Kens? Lena?" he asked and then suddenly it all came flooding back to him. "Janvier," he growled. He took a step back holding the gun he had just pulled from Kensi's waistband, "I'm going to get our little girl," he vowed.

"Mr. Callen do you have all of your memories back?" Hetty asked.

Callen shook his head, "No, but I have enough to know that Kensi is the woman I love with all my heart and soul and Lena is my daughter. I may not know everything but I know I am sick of trusting people and being lied to. I know you lied to me old woman and that Janvier lied to me. But right now my little girl needs me, and she's coming home if it's the last thing I do."

"I'm not sure if it is safe for you to go out with holes in your memory like this," she stated.

Callen looked at her incredulously, "Listen lady, I don't know who you think you are but that's my two year old..."

Kensi interrupted him, "Five–year-old honey."

"...Five-year-old daughter out there with an evil son of a bitch that drugged me and got me to believe I was his son. If you think I'm going to sit here and let you tell me I can't go and bring her home, you have another thing coming!" He strode towards the door but stopped on Hetty's reply.

"I love that child as if she was my own Mr. Callen and I will do everything in my power to make sure she is safe and living with both her parents. All I ask is that you both wait for Mr. Hanna and Mr. Deeks to arrive here and then you go with back up," she said softly.

Callen felt a wave of shame pass through his body. He had no idea where it was coming from, but then soft, quiet moments spent with this older woman, her comforting him over something that had troubled him, a hazy remembrance of her placing a blanket on him as he slept, assailed him.

He looked at her again, the anger he instinctively felt was ebbing, "I will wait one hour for this back up you say is coming. In the meantime I ask that you answer me one question."

Hetty smiled and sank gratefully into a chair, "Of course Mr. Callen, please ask away."

He pulled out a chair and sat facing her, "You will not lie to me?" he asked.

Hetty shook her head, and Callen nodded, "Very well. Who are you? Specifically, who are you to me?"

Lena wiped her eyes as the strange man put the phone down. "I want my mommy and daddy," she said as bravely as she could.

"I want to see your mommy and daddy as well," Janvier sneered, "So you had better behave so that you are alive to see them."

"My daddy will put you in jail," she snapped back.

Janvier laughed, "Your daddy will do exactly as I tell him to do. You and your daddy will be given to the Comescu's. I am not saying they will end your life little one, but as the last Callen I know the rest of your life will not be as pleasant as it has been so far."

Lena looked at him confused, "I want my daddy."

Janvier rolled his eyes, "Shut up!" he snapped. Picking her up by the hair until she screamed. Then he threw her roughly onto the bed in the other room. "I hear another sound out of you and I will kill your mommy and daddy! Do you understand that?"

Lena's eyes went wide with fear and she nodded before tears fell down her cheeks.

Janvier turned and walked out of the room, locking the door behind him. Lena looked around the small room. The bed was smaller than her big girl bed at home and there were no sheets, pillows or toys. She curled up into a ball and wrapped her small, red cardigan around her for warmth and did something she had not done in months, she cried silently and sucked her thumb.

Janvier smirked as he heard the lock click. The child had been bugging him ever since he had taken delivery of her. She was stubborn and strong willed much, he conceded, like her parents. But his plan could still work; he had called Della Comescu, who was thrilled to hear that he had the last Callen and offered him a great deal of money for her. Janvier could live with that and now that they knew he had their daughter, the Callen's would give him what he wanted, the nuclear material in exchange for the child. Moreover, little did they know that there would not be any Callen walking away free.

Hetty looked at the man she loved like a son, "That is a very hard question to answer. You mean more to me than my own life, and on occasion I have proved that to you, specifically when I offered my own life to the Comescu's in exchange for yours."

Callen looked surprised at that revelation, "Why would you do that for me?"

Hetty sighed; "A long time ago I knew your mother..." she started.

He looked defensive, "You're going to tell me you are my mother?"

Hetty shook her head, "No Mr. Callen, Janvier was telling the truth. Your mother was indeed Clara Callen, a good friend of mine. I couldn't save her from the Comescu's and I couldn't save you or your sister and for that I will always be sorry."

"I don't have a sister," Callen said, the words sounding familiar in his head.

"You had a sister, Amy Callen. She died when she was eleven years old by accidental drowning. I am sorry," Hetty said with sincerity.

Callen looked over at Kensi, feeling the need to know she was safe. She walked over and sat next to him holding his hand in hers, offering support as he yet again dealt with the loss of a sister he had scant memories of.

"I have looked out for you since you were five years old and found out you were in the U.S.," Hetty admitted.

Callen was about to open his mouth and ask another question when Sam and Deeks walked into the room.

"You ready? Eric just got a fix on where Janvier was calling from," Sam said as they entered.

"I know where my...Janvier was calling from, and he won't be leaving," Callen snarled as he stood up quickly assessing the two men who had entered.

"G, are you sure you are alright to do this?" Sam asked.

Callen looked at him annoyed this stranger was even asking him that question. "I am getting my daughter back. I only waited because she said so," he replied pointing to Hetty. "Now Mister, you can either come with me or shoot me, because I am getting my daughter back." Callen moved his hand slightly to show this man that if he even attempted to shoot him he would fail.

"We are getting our daughter back G," Kensi said handing Callen his own gun and taking hers back.

Callen smiled at the familiar weight in his hand and kissed her, "Okay. Cue Ball and Shaggy, let's go," he said.

Deeks and Sam stood there for a second speechless and then they followed Callen and Kensi out of the door.

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