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"They abandoned her, Mr. Callen. They just left her alone in their house, didn't call anyone or anything. If it hadn't been for Agent Blyes insistence to check up on Mr. Hannah, who knows when she would have been found. She doesn't remember the good times they had, Mr. Callen. All she knows is that they abandoned her."

Quinn didn't say anything when she found her husband standing outside. She wasn't able to. Everything in her was in tumult, she felt as though there was an ocean trying to drown her and there was nothing she could hold onto, nothing to help her, to save her.

Her life had been turned upside down 15 years ago when Callisto had forced her to run, and now everything changed again. Callisto was dead, she did not have to run anymore. She was safe. No more sleeping in shitty motels. No more buying burn phones, no more barely escaping some mafia boss G forgot he angered during his time with the CIA. No more.

But also no more singing Jessica to sleep. No more cooking in the kitchen while watching her draw pictures of their family. No more pretending not to notice when Jessica and Sam tried to sneak up on her to wake her or push her into the water when they were at the beach. All of this was gone. She would not get to do it again.

Tears filled Quinn's eyes. She noticed G standing next to Sam, but when G noticed her he left. She was grateful for it. She liked G. No, that was wrong. She loved him as a brother, as a best friend. During the last 15 years she had come to think of him, Sam and herself as a trio, always together, never apart. But this part of her life was over now, it died with Callisto, and right now she wanted time with her husband to mourn the daughter she had lost. Jessica was not dead, but she hated them. That had been clear from the conversation Quinn had heard. She hadn't meant to listen, but she had been there to get Sam and then, well, she wasn't deaf. She had gone to the next bathroom to cry after that. It had helped, clearing her head and making her realize that more than anything else she needed Sam right now, and he needed her.

So now she stood in front of him, looking into his familiar face, into those dark eyes she knew so well. She saw anger there, deep and dark and hot, but she also saw sorrow, the same sadness that threatened to drown her too. She didn't know which of them moved, but suddenly they were embracing each other, finding steadiness and security in one another. She didn't say anything, and neither did he. There was nothing to be said.

By the time the doctors allowed Marty and Kensi to go home, Julia Feldmann had already taken her grandchildren back there. She cooked dinner with the help of Lexie and Kayla while Zoe and Ben ran around fighting with the wooden swords Ray had gotten them. Julia smiled. It was good to be with her family, even though she worried about the future. Cassie had called from the hospital to tell her that Marty and Kensi were fine and that they all were safe, but she had sounded strained and angry.

Julia sighed. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Cassie had met her biological parents, and that it hadn't gone well. Julia had always known that the day would come that Cassie needed to confront her feelings about them, but Julia had not expected them to show up alive. She had been sure they were dead, had even hoped so in a dark corner of her heart, because that was pretty much the only excuse for abandoning their child that Cassie would have accepted. She reminded Julia of Kensi sometimes. A spitfire, clever, passionate. A daddy's girl. Proud. Julia still remembered the moment she had realized that Kensi was gone, that her little girl had run away. She had known, even before that day, that their relationship wasn't the best, that it had all fallen apart the day Don had died, but she would have never thought that Kensi would run away.

But that was the past. Kensi was back, they had a good relationship now, and as similar as Kensi and Cassie were, Cassie had younger siblings she would never leave as well as a living father. And now obviously a couple that wanted to be her parents.

Julia had met Sam and Quinn Hannah once, a lifetime ago. It had been a few weeks before they had disappeared. Julia had decided that she wanted to get to know the people her daughter worked with and had invited them all for a barbecue. She had thought of Sam as a good agent then, a straight laced man she could trust to look after her daughter, and of Quinn as a nice woman, a bit shady but friendly. Now all she could think of whenever someone mentioned them was that they left their daughter alone.

Julia still remembered the first time Cassie had called her 'grannie'. It had been a nice weekend, a Saturday morning spent on the beach because Marty liked to surf and he wanted to teach Cassie. Julia and Kensi had stayed behind as Marty and Cassie ran into the ocean. The little girl was to young to really surf, but Marty showed her the basics while Julia and Kensi watched. Kensi had glowed with pride and happiness, Julia remembered, and she herself had felt it too. And then Cassie had turned around to look at her and screamed: "Mommy, Grannie, did you see that wave? It was huge!" Kensi had winked and smiled, and Julia had felt a tear running down her cheek because she had almost given up hope of ever being called 'grannie' by than.

She heard a car on the outside and told the twins to lay down their swords before she went to welcome her daughter and son-in-law back home.

Lots of reflection in this chapter, as well as two unfamiliar POVs. I hope you liked it!