A/N: So, here is a new story. I know it's been a looong time since I posted anything on my favourite show, but moving towns, and states has not helped. It takes me a long time to settle, and its hard to know what the show is doing when I don't have access to a TV. So I've had to wait until the DVDs come out. To that end, I've seen nothing of the current season. This story I guess takes place between season 7 and 8.
I think this is the longest A/N I've written, so I'll end it and let you enjoy my story.
Deeks watched as Callen spoke to a woman wearing something more suited to a beach then a city street, but then again, it was LA. The bright pink bikini was partially hidden beneath the older man's jacket, having given it to her to help with the slight early morning chill that was blowing in off the ocean. Or the fact that she was still recovering from an allergic reaction.
The case had started a week earlier when a Marine in the intelligence sector had woken up at the hospital and the last thing he remembered was having fun at the stripper bar. Blood tests showed he had been drugged with some kind of new drug.
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The odd sound bounced around the building as Eric came to the top of the stairs, a didgeridoo held in his hands. "Case up guys, and ladies." He added at seeing Nell and Kensi talking. He headed back into the ops room as the other agents made their way inside.
"I'm telling you Callen, you really need to join us one morning, you'd enjoy it." Kensi said as they entered. She had been trying to convince Callen to join her, Deeks, Nell and Eric for a morning run and breakfast after, all morning. Sam had declined as he had his own schedule and it included his kids.
"Kens, I appreciate the offer, but I'm good. I spend most of my time with you guys at work, and not saying that I don't mind but why would I give up my alone time to spend more of it with you?"
"Because you could use the exercise if nothing else, partner." Sam spoke up as he looked back over his shoulder at his team mates. Callen as always allowing Kensi to proceed him while he brought up the rear. He wondered when the others would notice that he would either head in first or be the last of their little group when they headed up, always watching their six, or taking point to watch for trouble.
The others chuckled at that as they settled into their customary spots around the light table, staring at the screen as Eric and Nell started the briefing.
Nell started. "NCIS got a call this morning from Captain Stanford at Pendleton's Intelligence centre. One of his men was dumped outside a hospital two nights ago suffering from anaphylactic shock. It was only this morning that he was awake enough to inform doctors who he was. Blood tests show he was dosed with a new drug called Stalemate on the streets."
Eric continued, reading from his tablet as he talked. "Gives you one hell of a buzz; only thing is, not only do you not remember anything, but there are reports of people telling all and sundry anything they're asked while under its influence. Kind of a mix between Ecstasy, Ketamine and Scopolamine and a couple of other nasty ones."
"Director Vance wants to find out who is behind this and what if anything was divulged." Hetty suddenly spoke up, startling the younger field team. "We need to put a lid on this, and fast. The marine in question is still in the hospital. We need to know what he was involved in. I want a handle on this before it gets plastered all over the internet. Hop to it people."
With that, she headed off, back to her office to call Vance and tell him what she knew.
Callen watched her a moment before turning back to his team. "Kensi, Deeks, find out from his friends what they were doing and how they got separated. Also talk to Captain Stanford. Find out what he was involved in."
The younger pair nodded and headed out, bantering about the music they wanted to listen to. After a few minutes more getting information from Nell and Eric about the marine, Callen and Sam left for the hospital.
They entered the hospital room housing Staff Sargent Robin Tash. The man looked pale, just as the doctor warned them. Apparently he had a bad reaction to one of the drugs they injected into him, which lead him to being dropped off at the hospital, after someone had hit him with an epipen. Who it was and why they had let him live, they had no idea, the cameras not picking up anything, other than it was a woman. Hopefully the SSgt would be able to fill in the blanks.
"SSgt Tash? Agents Callen and Hannah, NCIS." Callen said as he and Sam entered the room. The SSgt looked at the two men and nodded as they came in.
"Don't know what I can tell you, I don't remember anything." He said as he settled into a sitting position. The man's Hispanic coloured skin was paler than the photos they had of the man, showing how bad he had been.
"You might remember more than you think. Start with the last thing you remember." Sam said as he stood next to the bed. His military aura flowed around him, and the SSgt could sense it; sitting up a little more and answering in a manner similar to a report to a superior.
"A couple of buddies had found a, … an exotic bar, a few weeks before and were pestering me to come with them on Saturday night." He reddened slightly and Sam threw a small smile to the man and to Callen in the corner facing the door.
The man continued his tale, telling them that after a couple of hours, one of the girls had attempted to get him to leave the bar, however he couldn't remember which one. He said that she didn't want him to leave with her, just to 'get out' were her exact words. A few hours after that, he felt groggy, despite only having three drinks and couldn't remember anything from then on. He got the feeling of being in a cold place, surrounded by concrete walls but that was all until he woke up in the hospital.
Callen and Sam asked further questions but were unable to get anything more. They thanked the SSgt and left the hospital. It was once they were back in Callen's Mercedes that they spoke.
"So they had him from Saturday night until early Monday morning. That's a lot of time, G." Sam started.
Callen nodded, "This stripper," he continued as he took a right towards the SSgt's home. While Tash had a bunk at the base, he spent most of his weekends at his home in Los Angeles.
"We need to find her. She knew what was going to happen to him, or at the very least overheard something." Sam finished.
"The other thing is what made them chose him. Several of his colleges work in the same area." Callen continued as Sam sent Kensi a text about the woman the Sargent mentioned to see if his co-workers remember her and what set them apart.
A/N2:This chapter is short, but there are some longer ones coming. This story is finished, so I'll try and post a chapter a week.
Also, if there are any sciencey folks reading this, or you know one, I would love some help on another story. It involves holograms. And the Washington NCIS crew, before DiNozzo leaves. (Haven't seen any of season 13 or 14 of that show.) Please PM me if you can help.