AN: Not a one shot (although I intended it to be) but I have some plot bunnies working inside my head. I like Anna. I think she's a good match for Callen so I'm going to go through the door that the writers left us in 7x18.

Callen had some thoughts about Anna and the whole case with her working for Hetty. He didn't vocalize them to anyone, but he had some thoughts about it. He went back and forth between thinking Anna Kolchek could be a valuable asset to their Special Ops team or if she was just a first class pain in the ass and flightrisk.

He also had some thoughts about his conversation with Owen Granger about Anna. Granger had been at the Agency when Callen was also with them and he had witnessed Callen's more infamous Lone Wolf moment, which happened in Russia. Granger didn't say the words of Operation Blue but Callen knew he was thinking about it. He owed his ass to Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs on that op. From what Callen had seen of Anna, he was surprised the CIA hadn't scooped her up. But, then again, she was probably a little too hot to get on their payroll, being the daughter of an ex KGB officer.

Callen had actually been sleeping when he felt his phone vibrate and then ring. He expected it to be an alert from Ops, Eric or Hetty. Anna Kolcheck was neither of them. She was calling from a burn phone but Callen knew how many people had his number and it wasn't many. "I'm still debating whether you are worth answering this phone call for."

Anna almost sounded desperate. "I'm in trouble."

"You're always in trouble," he retorted.

She sighed softly. "Not like that. I'm sick, Callen. And it's not good."

Callen decided that for her to be calling him at that hour, it was probably serious. If it wasn't, he might just kill her and have Sam help hiim. "Where are you?"

"Hotel off of Pico in Santa Monica. Room 204." She hung up the phone.

Callen mulled over whether he should go or not. Anna was a pain in the ass but she had skills. She just used those skills to drive Callen nuts. Still debating, he pulled on jeans and a tshirt and grabbed his wallet. Standing by the front door, he shook his head but walked to his car.

By the time, Callen had gotten to the hotel door, Anna had progressively gotten worse. She could barely stand to open the door. "I'm glad you came."

"Okay, let's sit down for a minute," Callen said, guiding her to the bed. "Anna, you need to go to the emergency."

She shook her head. "No hospital. No."

He rose his eyebrows. "Right now, I don't think you have a choice. You probably have a staph infection from your bullet wound."

Anna tried rolling her eyes, but her head slumped against Callen's chest. "No hospital."

Deciding that Anna really did need to go to the hospital, he practically carried her into the car and to the nearest hospital. By the time he got her into the ER, she was fading in and out of consciousness. The ER nurses took her back quickly and he followed.

The doctor was there in an instant, barking out orders to the nurses. "Are you her boyfriend?" He asked Callen.

Callen decided to go along with it. "Yeah, I guess. She was shot today but it was stitched up by a paramedic."

"Is she a police officer?" the doctor asked.

Another lie. "Yes."

"Sir, your girlfriend is sick. Really sick. Is there any other medical history I should know about? Other bullet wounds?"

That was when Callen realized he didn't know all that much about Arkady's daughter. "She had a head wound from today. She was beaten. Other than that, I don't know."

The emergency room doctor looked at him, disapprovingly. "I thought you said you were her boyfriend?"

"We just started dating. But she had been previously stabbed in her lower abdomen. She almost died," Callen made up that last statement but he had seen the scar from when she had changed shirts in front of him.

"Well you got here just in time," the doctor turned to a nurse and started giving more orders.

Callen stood at the end of the room and noticed how weak and pale Anna looked on the bed. She wasn't lying when she said she was sick and Callen felt bad for doubting her. He debated who he was going to call next- Arkady or Hetty. He ultimately decided, nobody. No one would know of how sick she was. She wanted to be a Lone Wolf so Callen decided to respect her wishes.

Meanwhile, the doctor stood at the desk in the center of the emergency room, looking at her file. It was thin. But how was this girl alive right now? He raised his head to look at the girl's boyfriend. The girl was a lot more sick than anyone had realized.