Chapter 4

Callen woke as Yuri took his blood pressure.

"I'm fine." He said, indeed he did look a lot better and more coherent.

"You are a lot better Mr. Callen and your friends have brought some food, I suggest you try eating something." Yuri said.

Callen gave a short nod, and slowly tried to stand, Sam moved over to give him his arm and help him to the table.

Callen looked at the food they had to eat. "You shopped Sam?" he asked. "How you don't even speak Russian?"

"I shopped Callen." Kort said coming around the corner.

"Kort! What are you doing here?" Callen asked as Sam helped him sit down.

"I saw you get taken, I was in the café, rang Hetty and let her know." Kort said, "I've been helping Sam ever since, remember I still owed you one Callen, this is it." Kort said as he poured Callen some tea and handed him the mug.

Callen sniffed and then sipped on the beverage, "Thank you."

Kort kept staring at him, but was trying hard not to be noticed.

"What?" Callen asked as he put his cup down.

Kort shook his head, "I just don't understand it, surely during your time with the CIA you heard about the rumors…and yet you tracked him down?"

Callen looked at him a little lost, his gut beginning to churn. "What rumors?" he asked.

"About the CIA Agent who fell in love with a KGB Major and disappeared for 6 years, she was found dead on a beach in Romania and he went missing, for years we thought she had been turned, maybe a double agent, the Russian's thought he'd been turned and sent him to a labor camp in Siberia, they were the 'you don't fall for your mark' warning. Don't you remember?"

Callen grasped the table with his knuckles, yes he remembered, but until now he didn't realize that it was his parents they had been talking about. But he didn't want to let Kort know that.

"So what happened to him?" Callen asked casually.

"He escaped the labor camp, discovered his wife and children were dead and went on a campaign to take down the KGB, made very powerful enemies."

"Dead?...His children were dead?!" Callen said worry and disbelief in his voice.

Kort nodded, "He has a price on his head, you kept mentioning his name, I think it was him who took you." Kort said.

"KORT!" Sam snapped he hadn't wanted Callen to know that.

"No!" Callen shook his head, "There is no way…he's not like that. He couldn't do….that…I…No?" Callen stood up grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders and walked to the window.

"Mr. Callen, you need to stay calm, you are not well enough yet…" Yuri came over and put a hand on his arm.

Callen grabbed the small man and whirled, throwing him up against the wall, "WHO ARE YOU?" he yelled.

"I told you Mr. Callen, I am Yuri Datsishin, a doctor."

Callen looked at the shaking man and lessened his hold a bit, "Kort is an adequate field medic as is Sam, and neither of them would have called you in why are you here?"

"I am repaying a debt, I was ordered to come and help you, I was ordered to not let you die."

"Ordered by whom?" Callen asked.

"Reznikov, he ordered me to keep you alive." Yuri said.

At the name Callen staggered back, "I thought I was taken by Toli Gorev…a man called Sergei, he was the one…he…not…not Him!" he slumped back on the bed and Sam was with him in an instant.

"G, you don't know it was him…you said that Sergei was the man who tortured you,"

"There was another man, I never saw him, but he was insistent I was a liar, that I wasn't who I said I was…" Callen turned white and vomited into a trash can next to the bed. He wiped his mouth and lay back on the cot, turning away from the others hugging himself around the middle, Sam knew Callen needed his space; he picked up the trash can and motioned the others out of the room.

"He needs time." Sam said to the others.

"I do not understand?" Yuri said, "He cannot get worked up over this, he needs to heal, if he gets too stressed now it could undo all my work."

"I'll watch him doc." Sam said.

"He has vital information Hanna," Kort said, "We need to know where Reznikov is, the CIA want him."

"He doesn't even know where he is?" Sam argued as he closed the door.

Callen closed his eyes, his heart hurt. He had been here…his father had been here and he had tortured him. He had been so close and surely his father must have known it was him…of course he knew it was him, he sent a doctor, he wouldn't have done that to a random stranger…and he had left.

He couldn't stop the tears that fell, he had found his father and he had left him.

The foster carers had been right, it wasn't his parent's fault it was him!

He had hoped after Hetty had told him about his mother, after he had remembered how she had died, that there was no fault. He had felt better knowing it had been a feud, something out of his hands as a child that he could now control, by killing every Comescu that he could.

But his father?

He had longed to meet him, to hold him and to find out his name, instead he had been hung up by the wrists, injected with truth serum, frozen and electrocuted, he had told his father who he was, instead of the reunion he had hoped for, his father had finally believed him and left him. He didn't want him.

He felt himself break, he wanted to howl aloud, he wanted to curl into a ball and disappear.

However he wasn't going to do that…not yet. There were too many people here.

But something he had learned years ago, something he was good at, crying without making a sound. That he could do and he did, while no one could see him he let as much of the pain and anguish out that he could.

An hour later he heard the door open a bit.

"You ok G?" Sam asked as he walked in.

Callen nodded not trusting his voice yet.

Sam handed him another drink, "The doc says you need fluids." He said his face full of concern.

"I'm fine Sam." Callen sat up and opened his bag, pulling a clean long sleeved t-shirt out of his bag he quickly slipped it on.

Sam could see his friend was holding back, but he knew better than to push, "We need to be heading back to LA." Sam said, "Kort can arrange a flight out."

"When?" Callen asked.

"Tonight." Sam replied.

Callen shook his head, "I can't make it. You go." He told Sam, he knew that with Kensi in Afghanistan, Deeks was the only one manning the office, "If you don't get back soon Deeks will have swapped all the office chairs for walking stations."

Sam looked at him, this was normal Callen, but not…Something was wrong.

"G…you need to come back with me," Sam said his voice low and even.

"I can't…not yet." Callen couldn't look Sam in the eye, "I need to try, just once more. I need to see that file that Toli Gorev had."

"Hetty wants you back." Sam said, hoping that would change his mind.

Callen sat down, "Maybe you're right," he said sounding defeated.

"Good, I'll go tell Kort." Sam said and left to arrange transport.

Callen looked out of the window and saw Yuri leaving with his bag; he grabbed his own bag, pulled on his jacket and followed the man he slowed as he heard the voices of Kort and Sam in one room, ducked under the window and carried on down the corridor.

Just as Yuri got to a train station Callen managed to catch up with him.

He stayed out of sight as the train travelled through the center of Moscow to the outer lying district.

Yuri got off the train and walked off the platform towards another small café. Yuri walked in and slipped into a booth.

Callen sat at a darkened booth in the back where he could see, yet not be seen.

Nikita walked in for his daily briefing with the doctor.

"Yuri, my old friend." Nikita said hugging the small man. "How is he?" he asked.

Yuri smiled, "He is nearly healed. Asking questions, he is a lot like his sister was when she was small. He has grown much since I delivered him as a baby." The old man said with a smile.

Nikita nodded, "Does he know…about me?"

Yuri's face turned sad. "He does, it was let slip that it was you who…"

"I didn't know it was him, really him. I thought he was dead! but you saw to it that he is safe and out of danger now?" Nikita searched his friend's face; he would know if Grisha was dead, Yuri had never been that good of a liar.

"I was sent out, I do not know how he reacted to knowing it was you, but physically he is healing, and is out of danger."

"You need to go back, to find out how he feels about me."Nikita implored his friend.

"How about you ask me yourself." Callen said his voice flat and even.

Yuri looked up surprised and Nikita went for his gun.

"Don't." Callen said, "If you wanna shoot me you can later, I want 5 minutes, you owe me that, then you can have your wish and never see me again." He told his father slipping into the booth facing him.

Yuri excused himself and ducked out.

"It is not my wish." Nikita said.

"I don't care if you don't want to talk to me, you owe me!" Callen rasped, keeping his voice down.

"No…you do not understand, it is not my wish to never see you again, it is not my wish to let you go now." Nikita said.

"You…you nearly killed me and now you want me to believe you want me?" Callen looked at his father, he could see his features in his father, the eyes, the nose, the way his father held his head as he was thinking.

"I was sure you were and agent, undercover come to trick me and hand me over to my enemies." Nikita said.

"I am an agent, like my mother." Callen said

Nikita nodded, "I saw your files, Sergei is very good at getting into people's files." He told his son.

Nikita stared at Callen; he had Clara's eye shape, his coloring. Her mouth which he was sure if his son wasn't scowling would have been a devastating smile. He had his hair, dirty blond, and short and his bearing. This was how they should have met in the first place, he flinched as he thought about how much pain he'd put his son through.

"That wasn't just checking me out, you tortured me father." Callen said.

Nikita looked down, "It has become necessary, I was told you and your sister died, so when you said you were my son but you couldn't tell me your name…"

"I don't know my name." Callen snapped, "I don't know why, but I don't know what the G in my name stands for."

"I did tell you I left your name in your pocket." Nikita said ordering 2 coffee from the man behind the counter, who instantly relaxed and went to get them.

"You're not going to drug me this time?" Callen asked.

"No." Nikita said.

Callen gave a short nod and reached into his pocket.

He pulled out a scrap of paper with the word, 'Гриша' written on it.

Callen stared at it. "That's my name?" he asked trying it over and over in his head. "Grisha."

Nikita nodded "You are named after my little brother; he left Russia for America just after you were born, after the KGB found out about your mother. I believe he has a new name for himself now and he is a successful businessman."

Callen hadn't taken his eyes off the slip of paper, "Come back with me?" he asked.

Nikita shook his head, "I cannot, if I travel I will be picked up at the airport and thrown into jail, I do not have the papers."

"I can get you out!" Callen looked at his father hopefully. "I have friends…"

"Grisha, it is not safe, people are still looking for me, what I did, going against the government in my country, smuggling out people who didn't believe in the communist way of life, I have many enemies from it. If I go to America they will find me and you and you will not be safe."

"But…father, I'm an NCIS agent, I can protect us." Callen argued.

"I am proud of you," Nikita stopped as the server brought them coffee, Nikita sipped his and watched as Callen did the same.

"I love you my son, never forget that."

"I won't but if you come with me…." Callen stopped as the room began to sway, "No…Father please…don't leave me."

His head fell forward and Nikita caught it.

He gently placed Callen's head on the table as the patron walked over, "Nikita, do you want me to dispose of this one too?" he asked.

Nikita shook his head, "No…I will take him myself help me out to the van with him, may I borrow Toli?" he asked the patron.

The man nodded, "My son will be pleased to assist you." He smiled. "TOLI!" he called in a deep baritone voice.

Toli came running through the beads from the back room, "Papa?" he called.

"We need to take Grisha back to his people, be gentle with him," Nikita said.

"Sure thing." Toli carefully carried Callen to the van.

Nikita got in the back with his son, "Take us to the second base." He said.

Toli nodded and started driving as Nikita held his son's head carefully.

"G's gone!" Sam complained as he walked back into the room he'd left his partner in.

"Well, he'd better be back soon; we have a plane to catch at midnight." Kort moaned "It took me ages to arrange this flight back for you and I'd rather not be on the receiving end of Henrietta's ire if you both don't come back."

Sam couldn't help but grin, "Yeah that wouldn't be pretty, Dammit Kort how in the hell are we going to find him?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, I'll call people, but without being able to give…" Kort stopped as a van pulled up outside.

Sam and Kort ran downstairs guns at the ready.

The door opened and Toli got out.

"Hey tough guy," Toli said with a smile.

"What are you doing here?" Sam snarled.

"I brought you something you've lost." The boy grinned.

Sam raised his gun, "I ain't in the mood boy…" he warned him.

Toli opened the door and they saw Callen being held gently in a man's arms, the man has tears in his eyes but rapidly blinked them back as the door opened.

"You are his partner or friend?" Nikita asked.

Sam nodded, "Both, let him go." He said raising his gun.

"He is unharmed it is just a sedative, he is as strong willed as his dear mother was take him, he should be asleep till morning, take him and go back to America." Nikita said.

Sam looked at him, "Are you his father?" he asked.

Nikita nodded, "Tell him…tell him one day I will find him, when it is safe for both of us, tell him I love him."

"Did you tell him?" Sam asked

Nikita nodded, "I did, Grisha is so lost, be his friend he will need you make sure he knows he is loved and wanted." He pressed.

Sam nodded and he and Kort took Callen from the van.

Callen awoke to a strange rumbling sound; it throbbed through his being like a humming.

"Papa?" Callen asked, he couldn't understand he was finally talking to his father and he fell asleep.

"G?" Sam's voice cut through the ache in his head.

"Sam?" he asked, "Where are we?"

"We're safe pal, on a plane heading for home." Sam said his voice calm.

Callen shot up in his seat trying to shake the cobwebs from his head. "Where is he? Is he here?" he asked looking around the plane, but it was empty, apart from Sam and Callen, the plane was empty.

"Sam! No!" Callen looked distraught, "Why did you take me? Why didn't you make him come?"

"He loves you G…he wants you to know that, but right now you need to be away from him and safe in America. He will come for you and he will find you again,"

Callen slumped into the plush interior of the Lear jet, "I can't lose him again…" he sighed.

"You need to come home G, you need to be able to fight another day, I gave your father our numbers, I told him if he ever needs us to contact us and we will come and get him and bring him home to you."

"We?" Callen said with a small smirk.

Sam smiled, "You're my brother, and I'll always have your back. Somebody has to save your sorry butt."

Callen smiled. "He does love me…I have a father Sam." This knowledge that he had a father, who was alive and loved him, filled him with peace.

"That's good G." Sam replied, knowing Callen would be hurting for a while, but ultimately he would be ok.

Callen looked out of the window at the clouds rushing by below them, "Grisha, Sam…My name is Grisha."

Sam smiled, "Yeah…but I'm still calling you G." he grinned. "Rest, we have time, let's go home G."

Callen laid his head back and smiled, "Grisha," he whispered, finally having a name at last.