A/N I want to thank you all for the reviews to insanity. and YES I meant peanut BUTTER!

OK so here is the last in the small Easter egg hunt/trilogy. Those who follow me on twitter will know my goal is to have this up and finished by 1700 my time today. so as this is a multi chapter Fic, there will be a few posts from me.

Disclaimer, still looking but that darned rabbit ran off with the rights...and he ran off with my plot bunnies too!

Salvation

Chapter 1

Nell sat tied to a chair, it had been three days since she had been taken and her whole body keenly felt the loss of her children.

Marco Michelli had been in a few times to see her. He had taunted her about how he was going to kill Callen and she had managed to resist the urge to cry, although with the hormones that were raging inside her right now that was getting more and more difficult. She did, in her head, as she did every morning prayed for Callens safety. Only since she had been taken she prayed for the safety of her children too. She was not and nor had she ever been overly religious, but she figured with their safety it was not going to do any harm…..right?

Her face hurt from the bruise that had started to form when she was taken and one of Marco's goons had hit her around the head with the butt of his gun.

She leant back trying to ease the pressure off her breasts which were sore since being parted from her children had meant she couldn't breast feed them, Her only consolation was that they had not been with her when she was taken and that they had been far away safe with Abby and Tim.

Her only hope was Gibbs, as Godfather to her children and now a good friend she hoped he would be able to find her and if not, maybe he could get in touch with Callen and he could come and raise his children. Although she didn't know how likely that would be seeing as the few times she'd hacked into OSP she had seen the Bolo's out for him. She had read the reports of the vigilante called Feral and her heart had ached, she had known from the start it was him.

She had hoped he'd cooled down and had gone back after the US Marshals had taken her and whisked her across the country, but it looked more likely that he had gone rogue trying to deal with the situation himself.

She moaned as another wave of pain shot through her and she thought again of her babies that she should have been feeding, this time she imagined their sweet faces and their fathers blue eyes looking at her with the small amount of red hair that they had and she cried.

Callen woke from a nightmare, "Nell!" he said he sat up and realized he was in a bed… Disorientated he got up grabbed his clothes and bag and headed for the door.

"Going somewhere?" Gibbs said holding out a coffee.

"Gibbs?" Callen turned sighed and dropped his bag, "I wondered where I was…So it's true they have got her." He had hoped it was a bad dream.

"Food?" He set the plate down on the table with bacon, sausage, hash browns and pancakes.

Callen couldn't help it his stomach growled. He sat gratefully moving his chair so his back was safely to the wall and eating carefully making sure he didn't let his guard down at any time.

Gibbs looked at his friend sadly; he hadn't seen Callen this distrustful since he had met him in Russia during a DEA case.

"When was the last time you ate a decent meal?" Gibbs asked

Callen shrugged, "About a year ago." He admitted closing his eyes at the smell and taste of warm food.

"G?" Sam said as he walked in.

Callen jumped and his hand went for his gun.

"It's ok G; we're on your side, remember?" Sam said carefully accepting the coffee that Gibbs held out for him.

"I don't have a side. Just gonna save Nell and go." Callen said making his position clear.

"Ok, so no promises, I can live with that." Sam said taking a seat near Callen and drinking his coffee.

Gibbs sat down as well and helped himself to some breakfast.

"Do you wanna see your kids before you go?" Gibbs asked Callen.

"NO." Callen snapped. "When will we get the info you're waiting for."

"Fornell is dropping it off later." Gibbs said.

"You really should take the time and go and see them," He pushed.

"Why?" Callen asked.

"You're their father, they need you every kid needs their parents." Gibbs said, he knew if it had been his kids he'd have wanted to see them.

"They're not going to know me. Why give them that memory," Callen concentrated on his coffee willing away the memory of his mothers murder, the only memory he had of her which was not one he wanted for his children.

"Here." Gibbs said standing up he tapped Sam's shoulder and turned to walk out, dropping a photograph of Nell with two tiny red headed babies. "The left one is your son and the right one is your daughter." Gibbs said and left.

Alone in the kitchen, Callen reached out with a shaking hand and turned the picture face down.

"I…I can't…" He said aloud to himself.

Try as he might he couldn't help it and he reached over again and looked at the photograph.

Nell looked as beautiful to him as she had the day he'd left. Even more so he thought. Finally, his eyes left her face and they travelled down to the picture of his children.

His children.

There was no mistaking that he was their father; he could see himself in his children's faces.

His fingers traced the outlines of their faces taking in every detail.

From the doorway unnoticed, Sam turned to Gibbs and they walked out onto the porch.

"Gibbs, do you think this will work?"

"I hope so, if he finds her alive, then there is hope Sam, maybe you can bring them all home."

Sam hoped so, more than anything he wanted to be Callen's salvation.

A car pulled up and Tobias Fornell got out. Walking up to Gibbs he handed over an envelope, "That's all the information we have. Grab your team and go get the son of a bitch!" he said, "Oh and if anyone asks I'm not here and you owe me, one tea party with Emily."

Sam looked at Gibbs and raised an eyebrow, "Emily?"

"Fornell's eight year old daughter, we share an ex-wife…long story." Gibbs grumbled nodding to Fornell.

"I'll call the team, they should be here soon, they booked into a motel down the road," he said.

Gibbs leant against the porch railing as Sam made his call, he hoped that this would work and everyone would come out of this safe.