I'm coming out.

Chapter 7

Callen looked at the man on the screen, he was not sure if he was lying but he did look like an older grayer version of him.

"My…My Father?" Callen asked.

Nikita nodded, "I am already on a plane and we will meet soon I promise, I should be touching down nearby in a few hours, Arkady…your uncle, has been given orders to look after you. There is so much I want to say to you, so much I want to know and I'm sure you have the same request of me…I will let you get some more rest and food, I know you have been asleep for a week. I look forward to seeing you soon my son."

Callen stared at the screen as the connection ended and he looked up at a beaming Arkady.

"My uncle?" Callen asked.

Arkady's smile threatened to split his face in two, "Yes, you are moy plemyannik; you are my nephew…your father is my brother, Of course I have a different surname, it is dangerous to have Reznikov as a surname in the US or back home in the motherland."

Charlie walked in and handed him a drink, the same scotch, as he had ordered the night before…no not the night before a week before he thought and he took it with a shaky hand.

"Thank you." He said to her.

Charlie kissed his cheek and Callen nodded he didn't want to disappoint her but he didn't feel anything towards her at all.

Callen got up and walked to the window, the view of the green rolling hills was calming, but the two men outside with a machine gun gave him the impression that he was a prisoner. He thought about asking to use the phone, but calling Hetty was really low on the questions that were rolling around in his head right now.

He took a sip of the drink and turned to the grey haired man behind him.

"Tell me?" Callen asked, all thoughts of his mission flying out the window, "Tell me who I am. Tell me about my family."

Arkady motioned for Callen to sit on the couch and turned to Charlie, "May we have the room my dear, also could you tell my wife to cancel tonight's meeting, this is more important." He said.

Charlie nodded and shut the door behind her.

"How do I know all this is true, I mean…he looks like me, says he knows my name, but I don't know my name so I can't even tell if he's right or not…Now you say you're my uncle and you know I'm an Agent, so am I a prisoner?" he asked.

"No…although we are not sure if you are really straight and this is a coincidence or if you are gay and this is a trap…after you have met your father, you may make your choice. Stay or leave, if you leave we will knock you out and you will wake up unharmed in your own home. If you choose to stay…well we will see." Arkady replied sitting on the couch across from him.

Arkady looked at the emotions swirling in Callen's eyes, eyes that were so much like his own and his brothers.

"What do you want to know?" Arkady asked him.

"What were my parents like?" Callen asked.

Arkady looked at him, "You were five when the containment teams incarcerated your father and killed your mother. What do you remember of them?" he asked.

Callen shook his head. "Nothing, I have no memory of my parents, my first memory was…" he stopped and took a large gulp of his drink.

"I was about five or six, I was in a house…I didn't know where I was and I woke up in a bed…My head was bruised and my arm was broken. There was a man…he spoke funny, and he smelled funny, he said I was a throw away kid, that my mothers or fathers probably didn't want me, I must have been defective as the new birth center hadn't even given me a real name….just….just G."