Turn of Events

The Boat Shed

Elise carried the box as she followed Callen into the boat shed. She placed it on the table and looked over to him. "Is there somewhere where we can talk?"

Callen led her into one of their interrogation rooms and closed the door behind him. He watched her scan the room and look up at the camera. She carried a chair over to the camera, standing upon it to disconnect the feed to Ops. She worked her hand under the desk till she found the mic and switched it off. "You finished?" Callen raised his eyes in wonder as Agent Stevens returned before him.

"I haven't even started yet." She pressed in the code on the lock that was strapped over the box and lifted the lid. "You better sit." She pointed to the chair on the opposite side to where he normally sat and was thrown by it. He hesitated and she noticed. "Don't tell me you're afraid to sit on the suspect's side of the table? Not the infamous G. Callen." A smile edge her lips as he sat down, satisfied that he had capitulated. She was in control now, not him. She pulled a rather large and bulky yellow envelope out of the box, which she then placed on the floor. She opened the envelope and pulled out a much smaller white one, sealed. "This is for you." She handed it to him and sat down quietly, observing him.

Callen looked at the writing on the envelope. A person's handwriting with the words, G. Callen. He furrowed his brow, curious as to why Elise had an envelope addressed to him in her possession. He slit it open with his pointer finger and pulled the letter out. He opened it and started reading the letter.

"My dear son,

If you are reading this letter, then Elise has finally found you. I have updated this over the years on her request, in hope that she will one day find you and tell you about your daughter, Emily. I know you have many questions for her and for me, but you must first promise me not to be angry with either of us. So much has happened that has kept me from you when you needed me. I am sorry for all that you've suffered. Being separated from family, when you were so young. But now you are a man, and I know you have become a good man, one that I am proud of. Let me start at the beginning.

My real name is John Summers. I am a British citizen and was employed by MI6 out of London, on many undercover assignments in mainland Europe in the late fifties and early sixties. I was assigned to the CIA into Russia as a KGB Major, Nikita Alexander Reznikov, due to my flawless Russian. It was then I met your mother, Clara, we worked together in bringing down crime families in Eastern Europe, for peace across the continent. Between Russian, Ukraine, Romania, Czechoslovakia, France and Eastern Germany, we roamed to infiltrate these crime families and end them for good. We succeeded for a few years and we worked well together, your mother and I. She was brilliant and I fell in love with her. I knew she was Romanian by birth, but we didn't know about the family blood feud with the Comescus until it was too late. When word came to me about the death threat on your mother, I sent someone to fetch the three of you. He was a few hours late, finding you and Amy hiding amongst some disused warehouses a few blocks away from the beach.

Amy was a good sister to you, always looking out for her baby brother. This man who found you, was a Russian, who I could trust. He helped me get people out of Eastern Germany across to America. But he could not stay and left you with your grandmother, Elena Callen. I had expected you both to remain with her until I could come for you and bring you home to England, but I had troubles of my own. I was arrested and sent to prison in Siberia. The years I spent there were harsh, but the hope in seeing my two children, kept me going. When I escaped, thanks to help from my government, they demanded that I remain on home soil until all enemies from my last operation were gone. I tried to get to America, but my passport was taken from me and all hope of finding you and your sister seemed to fall from my grasp.