After joining the CIA to save her life, and her little brothers, Alexandria Brookes, a former Arch Angel, a group of children kidnapped from a young age to be trained as an assassin, joins forces with CIA operative G Callen. Will the two find love, or will it all come crashing down around them?

A/N: I found this hiding on my computer and figured that I should post it. If you haven't read Callen's Old Flame, then you may want to start off with this one.

This is mainly about G Callen and Alexandria and how they came to meet and ultimately fall in love. The team will not be in this one, with the exception of Hetty in later chapters. This is before Callen joined NCIS, when he was still working for the CIA.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own G Callen…

The Beginning:

"Leave Alexandria, get back to the others" Andrew had ordered once telling him we had people tailing us, most likely CIA.

I opened my mouth to refuse, but when I saw the look in his eye I knew that there was no room for argument. I kissed his cheek, slipped a gun into his coat pocket, and then headed down the street.

Someone immediately followed me, while another followed Andrew, but I quickly lost them, slipping silently through the dark night in Arizona. I looked up at the buildings, and found a rooftop that would serve to my advantage. I quickly went through the backdoor, looking over my shoulder to make sure no one saw me, and headed up.

There was nothing I could do for him at the moment, but if he let himself be taken in, then maybe I would be able to get him out, along with my brothers and sisters.

I watched, crouched on a nearby rooftop, as the helicopters shined the light on the man I had known as my father for the past ten years. Sirens flashed, shouts rang out in the chilled Arizona night air, and then, there was a single shot fired, and the man known as Andrew Barclay, creator of the Arch Angels, was dead.

. . .

Andrew, the man who had taught me everything I knew to this day, was dead.

I tried to push the shock out of my mind, but it always made its way back. I mentally shook myself; I couldn't let this get to me. I was trained to keep my emotions out of everything; I was trained not to let this happen. I had to get back to my brothers and sisters, I had to protect them.

There was nothing I could do for Andrew, he was dead, but I could keep the others safe. I was the oldest, I was the most trained, it was my duty, it was my responsibility.

Goodbye Andrew, I thought as I boarded the plane that would take me back to Oregon.

. . .

It had taken me a few hours to get from Arizona back to Oregon, but I did without a single government agent or Navy SEAL on my trail. Even if they had tried to follow me, I would have taken them out, just as easily as I did everyone else that tried to get in my way.

I pushed the doors open to our newest compound and strode through the doors. The stone floors echoed along the walls as my heavy boots hit the floor. I headed towards the living room.

The only thing that was on my mind was that Andrew was dead, and I was now the leader, and I had to keep my brothers and sisters safe.

Seven pairs of wary and deadly looking eyes settled on me as I strode through the compounds living room and towards the armory. Quickly letting the security system scan my iris, the doors unlocked with a click and I threw the cold metal doors open.

I looked at the grey walls, the metal shelves, guns lined against them, ammunition in the drawers under them. Pulling open the cages that kept the guns locked up safely, I looked at them, quickly taking account of what needed to go, and what could stay.

"What's going on Alexandria?" Steven, the oldest Arch Angel beside me asked, coming up behind me, his arms folded over his muscular chest, a frown gracing his features. His dark brown eyes held a hint of worry when he didn't see Andrew come back in with me.

We had left for Arizona three days ago, to pick up a shipment of arms that he had ordered months ago, coming from Russia.

I stopped, knowing that they could either hear it from me, or hear it from the news.

"Andrew is dead, killed by the CIA and Navy SEALs" I said quietly.

I heard some of them gasp, not being able to keep their shock inside. I didn't turn to look at them. They may not think that Andrew could have gone down so easily, but I could.

Andrew didn't like to be cornered, he felt trapped, and when he felt trapped, he panicked. He never taught his own training on himself, only on us, and that's ultimately what got him killed. While we were trained to be cool and collected, he let his fear and panic get to him. We, on the other hand, didn't know what fear and panic meant, at least, not after all these years.

"What do we do know?" Rebecca asked in a small voice.

I grabbed a few duffle bags and then began to load them with guns and ammunition. I fondly picked up my sniper rifle and then disassembled it placing it into the bag. After I was done, and the armory was almost empty, everything of importance gone, I quickly distributed the bags to the older ones.

"They will be looking for us next, they want us dead. We need to split up, stay off the radar. Go, pack quickly" I ordered, and they all hurried off to their respective rooms.

I walked towards my room and grabbed the bag that I always kept packed, in case I needed a quick getaway. Steven dropped his by the door and leaned against the doorframe.

I looked around the room, cool grey walls, with no splash of color, nothing of importance on the walls, nothing I would miss. I strode over to the nightstand and quickly grabbed the guns that I kept hidden around the room. Heading over to my closet, I threw open the doors and quickly let the safe scan my iris. Opening it, I took my prized knife collection out and all my fake IDs, passports, everything I would need, throwing it all into the duffle bag with my guns and ammunition.

"This isn't going to be easy" he answered.

"I know" I said simply, turning towards him.

"They're all going to want revenge for his death" he said.

"I know, and when the time comes they will, we all will" I answered. We walked out towards the bare living room, also in grey with a touch of black on the leather couches and chairs, to find everyone waiting for us.

Everyone's eyes had a coldness to them, a coldness that could only be gained from when a person had seen too many horrors in their short lifetimes. That was all that we knew, all we saw.

There was only one set of eyes who didn't hold the coldness, and that was Dalton's.

Dalton was the newest, the only one who had barely seen anything, the only one who still felt the pain from the torture. He was the newest, and now, he would be the last. There would only be eight Arch Angels instead of the twelve Andrew had planned.

They all looked at me, waiting for my orders. "Split up, take the younger ones with you, don't go to any of the safe houses, they could very well be watched. Dalton, you're with me" I answered. Everyone nodded their heads, the orders were clear.

I quickly picked up my bag, my bag of ammunition and guns, and Dalton's before grabbing his hand and heading down the stone hallways, and out the door, heading towards the large stone grey garage.

I waited for everyone to get out of the house and watched as they loaded up into the cars that were in the garage, Steven had Rebecca with him. Dalton was already in the car, so I slung the bags into it and hit the button that was hidden on the garage remote along with my keys.

As we drove away, the compound erupted into flames. I saw a car stopped at the end of the dirt road, idling. Pulling up beside it, I watched the tinted window roll down to reveal Steven's face.

"Be careful Alexandria" he said. I nodded my head.

"Be careful guys" I said before rolling the window and heading off towards the highway.

In my rearview mirror I saw Steven head off along a series of other roads, and I watched the compound burn, smoke filling the air.

It would be a while before anyone got out here, and by then, everything would be burned beyond recognition. There would be no trace that the Arch Angels were there. That's how we wanted it, and that's how we wanted to keep it.

"Where are we going Alexandria?" Dalton asked, and I could still detect the fear in his voice, even though he tried to push it down and remain strong like the others. I had grown fond of Dalton, considered him more of a son then a brother. There was something about him that made me want to protect him, and I knew that I would do it at whatever the cost.

"France" I answered automatically as I looked at him in the rearview mirror. Emerald green connecting with dark brown.

. . .

Hours later, we were in France, and while Dalton slept soundly in bed, I splashed cold water on my face, remembering everything that had happened in the ten years I had been an Arch Angels.

Vivid memories swarmed around me, all ranging from when I was captured outside my home in London, England while playing in the street with my sister, from the training, to the torture, to the killing of my family in front of me when I had refused to kill, to the coming of each and every one of my brothers and sisters.

Splashing my face with cold water again I then stepped out of the bathroom and headed over to the balcony. Sitting on the railing, I felt the wind whip around me, comforting me slightly. I grabbed one of my many pistols and began to clean it.

I was the leader of the Arch Angels now.

I was the only one that could keep us safe.

I had to keep us all alive.

I had to get revenge for the death of Andrew.