Here is a little file of spare papers that have been found scattered across desks, stuffed into pockets, crumpled in trash cans ... Their points of origin are diverse, but they all help tell the story of one very special team in the NCIS Office of Special Projects hidden away in Los Angeles. Sometimes there is a little more to the story than comes across at first glance ... sometimes there is a little more to the people as well.

Case 01.01

"Identity"

G. Callen

First day back at work. We now have a new location and Hetty certainly has it buzzing like a hive of her minions. I'm one of them, I guess. No one around her can help but become one. She has her way wherever she goes.

It was good to see Sam and Kensi and Eric again. I met the new team member Dominic, who seems to be a good guy. And of course, Hetty, who somehow managed to needle me about my past. I'm sure that she had her reasons - she always does for everything that she does - but I don't really need her constant reminds to keep me aware of my past. I know almost nothing about it. Even though I am an agent who is always investigating and solving cases, I seem incapable of finding out even the basics about myself. Like G.? Hetty called me that today for the first time. I asked her about it. She said that it isn't a name and that's why she doesn't call me it. She asked what it stood for. I couldn't even answer that - the most basic of questions about who someone is.

All I've got is a G.

Like Hetty said, it's just a letter.

And I have no clue what it means.

We helped save a little girl today whose father had kidnapped her and lied to her. He had lied to everyone. So I guess that even kids with parents don't always know the truth. But at least she believed that he loved her. Despite the fact that he used her for leverage against her uncle and mother, I want to believe that he loved her too. At least she's home tonight, safe with her mother. Someday Emma will learn the truth about her father, realize what he did. Maybe that will shake her sense of identity.

I hope not.

No one deserves to feel that way.

I'm fine with it, of course. I just mean that others should not have to go through it since it can be a hard process. I'm not sure if everyone could handle it. Like the others on the team? I wouldn't want them to have to go through it. Really, I'd rather carry all the problems for all of them if I could. No sense in everyone feeling ... broken if one could take it all.

I'm getting too wrapped up in these questions. It is time to leave them behind. The only reason that I am writing out my thoughts is because I don't have a place to go too tonight. I'm between houses again (part of what made returning to work right now, a month early, rather advantageous). I'll sleep here tonight, I just have to wait for everyone to clear out. I'm writing these thoughts out while acting like I'm working on case files so that everyone will leave me alone. I know Hetty doesn't like me staying here with my "disgusting" bedroll (she says that despite the fact that I am certain she has slept in much rougher accommodations with all the traveling and adventures she has had), but I am certain that I can get away with it for a few nights. She'll never know.

Things are quiet. I'm alone.