Just Another Cover

A/N ok I know I have other WIP's going on and they will ALL be finished as I never like to leave a story undone. However, this one is special...this is my 100th Story. It is not slash but it is AU. a what if...if you like.

I would like to thank and shower with praise my amazing beta SnoopGirlZ who has read this multiple times as we hash it out and turn it into something I am happy to write and she is happy to read without having the need to call the cops and have Callen (Either one of us.) arrested.

Disclaimer, I own nothing of worth, anything you recognize belongs to Shane Brennan and I promise to be...ok so I'll give his characters back in one piece...eventually.

Just Another Cover

Chapter 1

September 2000, Colombia

She sat in a small café, having given her group the slip. She knew it wasn't the greatest idea, but he had sounded nice and she had been talking to him on the Internet for weeks. Her best friend had covered for her telling her teacher that she'd come down with a stomach bug, probably from drinking the water. Her teacher had checked on her and told her to stay in bed and that she'd check on her later. Nell had waited as the woman called her social worker to inform her of the illness and Nell had heard the social worker's disdain at being bothered. Miss Mitchell had sighed as she closed the phone and had promised to check on her as soon as the group got back. Nell had just looked away.

She had been in care for two years and was used to being ignored by her social workers. The lack of care from the CPS worker upset her for a moment until she damped down the feelings and looked over at the wall, unwilling to make eye contact for fear she would convey her feelings of inadequacy and worthlessness. She listened as the door locked, wiped away a stray tear that had escaped and then jumped out of bed. She grabbed her clothes, got dressed, applied some make-up, fetched her laptop and left for the nearby Internet café. She was meeting Tomas Sanchez, the fifteen-year-old boy from Cartagena, whom she had been talking too online for a few months. Oh she knew that it might be dangerous, but she had told her friend where she would be and who she was meeting. Therefore, as far as fifteen-year-old Nell Jones was concerned, she had covered herself and was safe. Enough.

So there she sat, for four hours - alone. She set up her laptop and contacted Tomas and twice he said he was on his way, so she waited. He sent her a message an hour into her wait asking her what she was wearing, so she told him and he said he would be there soon. Then the messages stopped.

Finally, she gave up waiting, packed her bag to leave, feeling hurt, and embarrassed. She grabbed her bag and walked out of the café towards her hotel.

"Nell?" A voice called from an alley that she had just walked past.

Nell turned as a large hand was wrapped around her mouth and she was pulled into a large, dirty white van. Her eyes grew wide and fearful as a well dressed man looked her up and down.

"Nell Jones…Tomas sent me…well sort of, I am…Tomas…actually, my real name is Miguel Sanchez and you have been…interesting to me." He smiled and Nell squirmed in the arms of the thug holding her.

She tried to scream as a needle pierced her neck and her world went black.

August 2005.

He moved with a stealth that belied his years, his training was coming into play. He slipped away from his team as they conducted random raids on a Colombian drug lord that they had been ordered to take out. He had another agenda, besides he had already decided that this would be his last job for the CIA, he was thinking of moving on.