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Story [NCIS:LA] Something Special -- NCIS:LA alternate origin story, Sam/Callen/Hetty friendship

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    karebear214 Jedi Grand Master star 4

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    Sep 7, 2002
    Title: Something Special
    Author: karebear
    Rating: PG
    Timeframe/Spoilers: NCIS:LA general knowledge through S1, ep 7
    Standard Disclaimer: Not my world, not for profit...
    Story Summary/Notes: In one possible world, Hetty Lange has always been Callen's guardian angel. Inspired by the quote (admittedly taken out of context) below.


    "He changed foster homes every few weeks and sometimes every few days. The longest he ever stayed was... three months. Three months must have been something special, don't you think?"
    - Hetty Lange, Episode 1.7 "Pushback"


    Most of those who made it to the elite status of NCIS Special Agent had stories like Sam Hanna's. There had never been any question that Sam would join the Navy. His father had been career Navy, as had his grandfather, and he had grown up on naval bases in several states and countries around the world, before returning, after four years in Annapolis and a handful of tours of his own, to the native California listed on his birth certificate. His father and mother both had pushed him to success in high school, accepting no excuses when his grades threatened to drift below the high standards required of the Naval Academy. As a result he'd studied hard, surpassing the expectations of his teachers and guidance counselors and finally graduating with academic high honors as well as a football scholarship, an impressive feat even if he hadn't attended three high schools in four years (in two different countries) as a result of his father's ever-changing assignments.

    G. Callen was different, a special case. He came to his career path the same way he'd come to most of the other major and minor decisions in his life - he'd drifted into it more or less by accident for lack of better alternatives. Like Sam, he'd changed schools more than once, though in his case no one had pushed him to excel, and it was considered something of a miracle that he'd graduated at all. Over the course of a five year high school career, he'd bounced between fourteen foster placements and five group homes in seven school districts. His saving grace was Hetty Lange , a tiny woman with large glasses and a larger attitude, who had taken him into her home three months before he hit his eighteenth birthday and was booted unceremoniously from the foster care system.

    She was the first person he could remember who had taken a genuine interest in his future - unlike the social workers who were so overloaded with cases that they recognized his name only because it had been on their rolls for nearly two decades, and the foster mothers preoccupied by houses full of children far younger and more needy than him. When she believed that he could make something of himself, he wanted to prove her right.

    Those who had seen Hetty's meticulously kept office would never believe their eyes if they set foot into her house, a tiny place with closets full of mismatched clothes and half-assembled computers strewn about. Callen slept on a camp bed in the home's single bedroom - one about the size of a closet. Hetty slept on a poofy couch in the living room. She disappeared for hours, sometimes days, to her job in a nondescript office building, doing something she never explained properly for the Navy. To Callen's surprise, even when she wasn't around, she made sure he was taken care of, teaching him how to create the deliciously filling recipes from the piles of cookbooks thrown haphazardly into her kitchen cabinets so that he could eat something nutritious instead of the microwave dinners and fast food he was used to. When he didn't feel like cooking, she took him out to fancy restaurants with candles on the tables and two or three forks.

    Hetty never did anything halfway. The things that were important to her she collected in abundance. In addition to recipes and cookbooks, clothes and clothing designs for herself and other people, one thing she had in spades were friends and contacts in the Navy, people who trusted her judgment and owed her favors and were willing to give a teenage
     
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