She Needed His Help

Disclaimer: NCISLA characters belong to Shane Brennan. All original characters and this story are mine.

Chapter 1

Callen left the mission a little earlier than his team, after a quiet day in the office. He had caught up with all his paperwork and asked Hetty if he could leave early.

Hetty had agreed, as she had been worried about her favourite agent's long hours he continued to put into each case. They had been bombarded with so many of late, he had looked tired. Although she knew he didn't sleep through the night, he always looked refreshed and alert. But over this past week, he had looked wearied, and it had concerned her.

Callen decided to head to the beach for a swim. He needed to wake himself up, as he was getting less sleep than usual, thanks to a new dream, or nightmare, that was keeping him awake. He knew it was from his past, but it didn't make sense. Two new people entered his dream, which puzzled him even more. He remembered the day on the beach in Romania, when his mother was killed, and his sister, Amy, pushing him in a red cart. But that had been all he had ever remembered. That was, until recently. He had tried to draw the images he saw, to see if any of them looked familiar. The man, looked tall and handsome with blonde hair and blue eyes. His blue eyes, he realised, and Amy's. But their mother had hazel eyes, so he wondered if this man was his father. He looked fit and healthy in his dreams and kind. But why would a man who was kind desert his own children? Then there was the other new person he saw in his dreams. A little girl, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. A mini version of his mother, he realised. He didn't remember having a sister, until he met Hannah Lawson. Maybe, just maybe, he had another sister. He had pondered whether or not to ask Hetty, if he might have had another sister. But, he remembered back to Hetty telling him that his mother was desperate to get out with her two children. His dream didn't make any sense to what Hetty had told him. Was he going mad? Was it from working too hard? Maybe he needed a holiday to clear his head from it all.

Callen changed into his wetsuit and placed his towel and keys on the sand by his feet. It felt so good to feel the sand between his toes. Although he teased Deeks and Eric many times for being beach bums, he loved the beach. It cleared his mind, and soothed his soul. He walked into the water and felt the coolness around his feet. Gotta just brave it, he thought to himself. He was no wimp after all. Callen dived into the cool water and let it refresh and soothe his body and soul. He turned and caught some waves, body surfing into shore. After half an hour, he left the water and dried himself off. Picking up his keys, he unzipped his wetsuit and walked over to his car to change. I should do this more often, he thought. I feel so alive after a good swim.

Callen hopped back into his car, ready to drive to a diner he favoured, about fifteen minutes away. Suddenly, he heard a woman's screams. He quickly grabbed his service weapon and jumped out of his car. He turned to where he could hear the screaming, and saw a brunette woman, trying to fight off two men, who were twice her size. He ran over to the woman to help her.

"Freeze. Federal Agent. Let go of the woman."

The two men did as they were told and placed their hands in the air. They had not counted on a Federal Agent coming to the woman's rescue. Callen cuffed the men's wrists with zippy ties and phoned into ops, requiring assistance. Kensi and Deeks arrived in five minutes and took the men to the boat shed. Meanwhile, Callen called for an ambulance, as he assessed the woman for injuries. She had been knocked out unconscious, and would have been taken by the men, had he not been there to help her. Even off the clock, Callen took his role as a Federal Agent seriously. He followed the ambulance to the hospital and waited for news of her condition from the doctor.

He had called Eric for information, to find out who this woman was. While Eric and Nell searched for the woman in the various databases that they had access too, Sam joined him in the waiting room.

"What happened, G?" The former Navy SEAL asked his partner.

Callen turned and looked at Sam. "I had just got changed after a swim, when I heard a woman screaming. I ran over with my gun drawn, the two guys attacking her, obeyed and I was able to cuff them. She had given them quite a fight, but they were twice her size and knocked her unconscious. It looked like they were trying to kidnap her."

The doors opened to the waiting room, and a doctor came over to Callen. "The woman you helped Agent Callen is fine. She's woken from her concussion and is a little sore from the bruises she received in the fight."

Callen nodded. "Thanks Doctor. Is it alright if I go in and see her? I have a few questions I need to ask her, about what happened."

"Sure. But don't pressure her too much, she received a fair knock to her head when she fell. She's a lucky woman to have had you around to rescue her, Agent Callen."

Callen nodded. "Thanks, Doctor. I will take it easy on her."

He and Sam walked into the room where the mysterious woman was lying. She looked small and helpless in the bed compared to back on the boardwalk. A large patch was positioned on her right temple, and Callen could see bruising had risen to the surface. Her right eye was still a bit puffy, and her arms looked rather blue.

"Hi." Callen said as he entered. Sam stood behind his partner, as it had been Callen who had found her.

The woman looked up at the two Federal Agents as they entered her room. She tried to smile, but she found her head hurt when she did. "Hi."

"I'm Agent G. Callen, and this is my partner, Agent Sam Hanna. I was the one who rescued you from the two men who attacked you."

The woman looked quickly at Sam and then back to Callen. "Thank you," she replied. "I don't remember much." She locked eyes with Callen, and Callen felt her hazel eyes boring into him. He got a weird feeling he couldn't shake. She noticed his confusion and quickly looked down at her hands.

Callen pulled himself together and sat in the chair by the bed. "Do you remember your name?" He watched her closely, as she kept her eyes lowered. She shook her head and remained silent.

"What do you remember?" He was being very patient and kind. She looked back up at him, nervously. She went to open her mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Callen gently placed his hand on her hand to reassure her. She pulled her hand away from him.

"You put a good fight against your attackers. You know some martial arts for defence from what I saw today." He thought if he said something to her about what he saw, she might remember something.

"I'm sorry, Agent Callen. I don't remember." With that, she turned her head away from him and closed her eyes.

Callen looked over at Sam, who shrugged his shoulders. Neither of them could understand why she was shutting down on them. Callen stood up and walked over to Sam and quietly spoke to him. "Can you ring Kensi and Deeks to see if they've had more luck with the two men who attacked her?"

Sam nodded and left the room. As he was walking out, he bumped onto their Operation Manager, Henrietta Lange. "Hetty. What are you doing here?" Sam was confused to her presence.

"I've come to see if I can be of any assistance to the woman Callen rescued." Sam accepted her reason and left to call Kensi and Deeks.

Hetty knocked on the door before she entered. She saw Callen and the woman were on opposites sides of the room, not talking. She wondered what had happened for this to have occurred.

"Hello Michaela." She said to the woman in the bed.

Callen's head snapped around as Hetty said her name.

"I am Agent Callen's boss, Henrietta Lange. How are you feeling, my dear?"

"You've found out who she is?" Callen quickly added.

Hetty nodded, but she had her eyes on the woman in the bed. "It's been a few years since you've gone by that name, is it not, Michaela?"

"Please don't say that name," she breathed. "It's not safe to use that name." She quickly looked from Hetty to Callen.

Callen's curiosity got to the better of him. "You know who you are?" Callen asked her.

She nodded. "I'm sorry I lied to you. My life is in danger, I cannot afford to be found."

She quickly turned to Hetty. "Are my children safe?"

Hetty nodded. "They are still at their friends' houses, and I have spoken to their parents' and they will be happy to have them stay with them, till you are ready to collect them."

She heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

"You are safe here with Agent Callen. You can tell him about why those men attacked you today," Hetty told her.

She looked at the tiny woman. "You are much smaller than I remember. You leave a big impression on people, Hetty."

Callen shot a look from Hetty to Michaela. "Is someone going to tell me what is going on here?" He was annoyed for being kept in the dark.

Hetty looked at Michaela and saw the young woman nod her head to her. She turned to her favourite agent. "Mr Callen. Please meet Mrs Michaela Daniels. The wife of Major Scott Daniels, and the daughter of Admiral Michael Courtney."

Callen was shocked to hear she was married to a Major and was the daughter of an Admiral.

"Michaela has been in hiding for the past two years from her husband, who had been violent for the last five years of their marriage, and the last time, ended up in hospital in a coma."

Callen remained speechless.

"We think the two men you apprehended, were hired by Major Daniels, to take her back to him. Mr Callen, you saved her life today. But we must be vigilant. He might send more men to kidnap her." Hetty turned to Michaela. "I will see if I can get the doctor to release you immediately, before you are found in here. Mr Callen will take you to a safe house."

She nodded. "Thank you, Hetty."

"You've met before?" He just realised what Michaela had said earlier to Hetty.

"Yes we have, Mr Callen." Hetty gave Callen the keys to the safe house. "Can you go and find the doctor for her release, please Mr Callen." It was an order, more than a question.

When Callen left the room, Hetty moved in closer to Michaela. "It is lucky he found you today, Michaela."

"Yes it is. But he still doesn't know who I am, Hetty. He needs to know the truth. All of it. He still looks lost after all these years. And now I need him more than ever, too. I can't risk being near our father, Scott will know if I make contact with him. That's why he asked for your help, Hetty." Tears welled up in her eyes. "I don't have Amy to help me anymore." Emotion shook Michaela, as she spoke of her older sister. "Dad would want him to know."

Hetty thought on Michaela's words for a moment. She knew she was right.

"You cannot protect him forever, Hetty. I know my father asked you to protect him, to be his Guardian Angel. But he's a grown man now. He needs me as much as I need him. After what happened to Amy..." She couldn't continue.

Hetty placed her hand on Michaela's arm. "He doesn't know it was her. It will break him, knowing it was her, he saw..."

"Saw who?" Callen had quietly crept back into the room without Michaela or Hetty realising.

Hetty and Michaela both looked at Callen with guilty looks on their faces. Busted.

"No one is going anywhere until you tell me everything."

Hetty looked at Michaela, and realised it was time to tell him. So while they waited for the doctor to come and release Michaela, she let the young woman tell Callen who she really was.

Michaela looked at Callen. She knew what she had to tell him, but now she found herself face to face with him, she found it more difficult than she realised. She went to open her mouth, but she quickly closed it when the doctor arrived.

The doctor looked at the two visitors of his patient, and thought more was going on in here than there should be, seeing he still didn't know who she was, and the Federal Agent who had rescued her had never met her before today. "If I could spend a few minutes with my patient before releasing her, please?"

Callen and Hetty nodded and left the room. Callen paced up and down the corridor. He knew Hetty knew everything, about a lot of things. But what was she hiding now with regards to this woman, "Who is she Hetty? "

Callen's piercing blue eyes made Hetty shudder. "She's your sister."

Callen looked at her in shock. "But... she's younger than me." He was confused. "Amy is dead. I don't know any Michaela."

"I was born with the name Michaela Callen." Callen turned and saw Michaela standing in the doorway to her room. "I was named after our grandmother, Michaela Comescue."

"What did you say?" Callen's body temperature rose till nearly boiling point. "Comescue?" He turned to Hetty. " I don't understand. You mean to tell me, my grandfather, George Callen, married a Comescue, after killing one of them? But they killed him. What the hell is going on, Hetty? How can I be one of them? They hate me." He looked at Michaela. He didn't like hearing what she was telling him.

"You were named George after our grandfather," Michalea continued. "Amy was named after our great grandmother, Amy Callen. We bore our mother's family name, because no one was to know who our father was. He was married, but he had no children with his wife."

"Who is our father? How come you know everything and I don't know a thing?" He was angry.

"Please, George. Not here." She was only too aware of the danger she was in, being in a public place.

"She is right, Mr Callen." Hetty added. "You can continue this at the safe house."

Callen's eyes deepened from anger. His fists clenched firmly at his sides. He knew Hetty and Michaela were right. He gave into their requests and took his sister's hand and led her out the back way of the hospital to his car.