Turn of Events

Callen struggled to keep himself focused on the case, as he and his team digressed the intel Eric and Nell had procured, alongside the information inside the yellow envelope that John had given Elise. They had safely placed them in a house by the beach to stay at for a few days. He hoped that was all the time that they needed to dissolve the threat. Callen was sure is was another of Hetty's houses that he'd yet to discover, but all the old spy would say was that it was a vacant house of a friend's.

All staff at Mitchell Pharmaceuticals were staying put in the secured premises until Deeks and Kensi told them otherwise. They were their point of contact, with no other agents allowed to deal with them, due to the highly sensitive nature of the company. Their faces were known to the head of security and therefore they were trusted. It was possible for someone to fake credentials and get inside the security to kill them and steal the viruses and chemicals.

"Found them." Eric's voice echoed through the bull pen, where everyone sat going through the details. He pulled the information up onto the screen behind Deeks' desk. "This man, Bojan Kostic is a hired hitman for the Zivkovich family." The dark haired man's image looked hard and mean. "He arrived into the country under a false passport, Bogdan Lukac, a Polish businessman. It wasn't until I placed I searched for known associations with the Zivkovich into LAX searches, did I find the anomaly. He had a travel companion." Eric pulled his details up onto the screen besides Kostic's. Short blond hair, a number one at the barbers, just before he left. "Javor Zivkovich, the elder son of Borislav Zikovich. He arrived into LAX also on a false passport using the guise of Miroslav Rosich, a Finish importer from Helsinki."

"These men are professionals. Everything about this organisation speaks well organised and dangerous. The fact that they've managed to get two men in through LAX undetected with all of our latest facial imagery, it makes me wonder who else has come in undetected." Anger raged through Callen's body as he clenched his fists by his side. "We need all names related to this organisation and every facial from the photos my father has provided us with. Anything that comes close in the past six months, I want to know about it." Callen memorised the images up on the screen and the ones his father had gathered. He closed his eyes trying to see if he'd seen any of them following him in recent times. He shook his head when he came up blank. When he opened his eyes, Sam looked over to him with great concern. "You okay, G?"

"Just trying to see if any of these men have been tailing me, other than from the Mitchell house. I don't remember seeing either of these men or any others from these photos. I think it's safe to say, I haven't been burned." He was trying to reason his purpose for leading his team into battle, that he wouldn't put any of them at risk by being there.

"That may be, Mr Summers," Hetty walked into the bull pen, now she had finished updating Director Vance on the situation. She was relieved that Owen had seen the sense in forcing Vance's hand in allowing her early return to the helm of the ship, "however, you look too much like your Father. If any of them recognise you, they won't hesitate to kill you." Concern for him hung like a dark cloud in a storm, ready to battle in the sky with lightening and thunder.

"You can't take me off this case, Hetty. You know this is personal. Just like the Comescus. It's not from any cause of my own that this situation has fallen into our laps. We will deal with it as a team or you know I will carry on with or without a team." Callen glared at her with his steely blue eyes.

"That's what I'm afraid of, Mr Summers. Which is why I have just spent the last half hour on the phone convincing Director Vance that you are to be the one to lead this team into battle." Hetty huffed, with as much strength and determination as Callen had in his protest.

Callen stood down. "Thanks, Hetty. I appreciate it."

"Now please update me on what you have found." Eric and Nell nodded and they went through the details from John's intel and what they had discovered. Her eyes never wavered nor showed any hint of the fear that developed for the Summers family in the pit of her stomach. She was renowned for her stoic behaviour in public -- she would uphold that trait, even if it meant that later, she would fester her concerns in private.