Turn of Events

Somewhere

Nell's head pounded when she came to. As she opened her eyes, she found herself in a dimly lit room, attached to a heart monitor and a drip. She tried to look around to see where she was, only to work out that she was in a hospital somewhere. Where am I? She looked at the bracelet on her wrist with her name and date of birth written on it and looked at it puzzled. The name, Stacy Wells did not register with her at all. The fog in her brain refused to allow her to think as fear in the pit of her stomach grew within her.

A nurse entered and she tried to sit up but couldn't move. She looked at the nurse with fear, but was greeted with a warm smile from the blonde woman. "Please don't move, Miss Wells, you've been in a car accident. You're body's endured a lot of battering, we don't want you to wear yourself out. You will need all of your energy to recover from your injuries."

Nell watched her check her vitals and tried to speak, but her voice refused to work. Frustration overtook her as she grabbed the woman's arms, pleading.

The nurse gently unclasped Nell's fingers from her arms and laid them back down on her bed, as if nothing was wrong. But Nell knew something was wrong. She had no memory of the name on her bracelet and the fact that her voice didn't work, worried her even more. She tried to get the nurse's attention again, but her eyelids became heavy again and drifted off into nothingness.

UCLA Sunset Canyon Recreation Center

Callen's cell rang as he talked with Warren over taking Emily home with him and Sally. The Father-daughter event had been cancelled for the rest of the day, after such a shocking situation for the students to deal with. Especially for Emily and Sally, who had looked on in horror at her older sister.

"Hello, Agent G. Callen." The colour from Callen's face left him as a haunt from his not so long past spoke his name on the other end of the call. "I told you that I will one day escape and exact my revenge on you. I still have to kill all that you hold dear and it seems that there are so many more that you love than I realised. It is a shame I couldn't rely on a Comescu to do my work for me. You have trained your daughter well. She looks so much like your sister, don't you think? How is Amy and her family?" He gave a wicked laugh as Callen remained speechless on the phone, scanning the area for his nemesis.

"Did you not think that I would not make the connection to the Senator's wife after another of your father's enemies tried to kill her?" Callen grabbed onto Emily as she was about to leave with Warren and Sally and shook his head. He signalled to Sam to take Emily, concern for him grew from the former SEAL over the look he had, as he listened on the phone. Callen asked with his free hand for Sam's cell and began typing away on it who was on the phone and that he had been watching them. Sam nodded and sent a message to Eric to trace the call to Callen's cell. He also scanned the area, but there was no sign of the French Arms Dealer.

"You cannot protect all that you love at once, G. Callen. You will have no choice but to sacrifice yourself for one of them. I will call you back in an hour, when you realise that you have lost someone." He disconnected the call and rubbed the scar along the side of his mouth with his right hand. He was still adjusting to the artificial left hand and lower forearm he'd been given by a doctor who was on his books. The same doctor was attending to his latest prisoner. It was a relief to be the captor and not the prisoner, after fifteen months in the South Carolina jail. He had employed a nurse to watch over the petite red head analyst, one he'd yet had the pleasure of meeting in person. He'd employed some rogue former military personal to assist in crashing into the woman's mini cooper and to take her hostage. The plan had gone without a hitch once they had located her. He'd remained in his position hidden in a vehicle parked near the park as he watched Octavian Comescu fail in his attempt to capture the girl. Once he knew the plan there had failed, he'd driven off to the location for plan B. The woman whom he'd heard the agent had a soft spot for.