Hi all! So as much as I told myself not to stray from my current work in progress, but the plots kept building…so I decided to type one of them up. I actually have two others…not including Without a Trace. So don't worry, I will be working on that one as well. Just needed to get this down…I haven't started writing for the other two, I want to finish something first. ^^

Anyways, things you might want to know while reading this.

A: I don't do Slash stories…so that will not be an element here. And more than likely romance won't be an element in general.

B: This story is going to get a bit strange, but awesome. ^^

C: I love reviews, they make me sooooooooo happy. So if you like my work, even if you just say one word, reviews are epic.

Oh, and D: I do not own NCIS: Los Angeles. It's sad but my therapist says I'll get over it. (Just kidding)

Chapter 1

It was the tenth time Sam had wanted to use the 'cop turned dirty' ruse. Earning the trust of the current bad guy by offering his partner, G as some sort of proof. They had a decent success rate with the act, but it never seemed to end well for Callen. So far he had only been punched and a mixture of almost stabbed and almost shot. For the most part they had gotten the information they needed, and that was what made it worth the bruises.

The case they were working was running low on leads. Although they were fairly sure a former marine had stolen a formula for a new 'super drug' the NCIS team had failed to gather any condemning proof. At least none that would hold in the court of law. So here G and Sam were, trying to work from the bottom of John Mason's chain of command up to the top.

This was a last resort move, the only one the two partners could think of in the short time they had to get an 'in' in the company.

Callen could agree that it took a special kin of twisted person to turn on their partner. Still for some reason the success rate of this ruse had never been overly high. Most of the time it ended with a shootout before he and Sam could gather any useful information. In fact last time, attempt number nine, had ended up with their two suspects dead and Callen with some seriously unnecessary bruises.

"You know I hate this plan." G sighed as they stood in a empty parking lot before heading towards the meet.

Sam stood in front of his friend, watching Callen leaning against his car in a guarded way. Arms crossed stubbornly over his chest. "Noted," Same shot back, "but I still think it's our best bet." A smirk played on his lips during the pause before he spoke again, "I'd suggest we change it up a bit, but I can think of multiple reasons why that wouldn't work."

Callen glared at his partner than flashed a smug grin, "I can think of one."

Sam's eyes narrowed as he eyed his friend, "Oh, and what might that be?" He asked, voice low and cautious. Sam's reasons were variations based off the fact that it was a bit unbelievable for a man Callen's size to over take a man Sam's size.

"Simple, you can't fit in the trunk." G grinned and than sobered quickly, "alright, let's get this over with. Hit me."

Sam, still glaring from his friend's humorous words cracked his knuckles loudly, "My pleasure." He growled lightly, no real hostility behind the words. It was just how they bantered, Sam never enjoyed when he had to harm his partner, even if it was to sell a cover. Bringing his fist back Sam swung at G's face, after nine tries he knew where to hit G to make it look most like they had been in a fight.

His fist struck expertly just over Callen's right eye. The force was only powerful enough to cause a bruise to form on Callen's face and scuff up Sam's knuckles noticeably. G's eyebrow split from the impact and his head jerked back from the force of the hit.

Still Callen had been hit enough that the blow barely grayed his vision. With a casual sigh G recovered looking at his friend as Sam smiled smugly. "You know, it might be more believable if I hit you too. After all who would really believe I went down without a fight?"

Sam chuckled, "Someone who doesn't know you," He pointed out, "that and I clearly took you by surprise. You didn't stand a chance."

G sighed again, "I really hate this plan." Callen offered his wrists up to Sam as he pulled out the handcuffs.

"You always do." Sam secured the metal bands around his partner's wrists, lightly so that Callen could slip out of them if necessary. And since normally it was they had learned from past mistakes. Popping open the trunk he gestured to Callen to slip inside, "Your carriage awaits." Sam spoke sarcastically.

Callen fought the urge he had to point out yet again how much he disliked this plan, instead he simply glared at Sam with his obvious annoyance as he sat on the edge of the trunk, "Try not to take forever baiting them," Callen growled, "It gets hot locked in a trunk in LA." G leaned back and maneuvered himself into a semi curled position in the trunk as he spoke.

During all this Sam was watching with a look of amusement plastered on his face, hand on the lid of the hood ready to shut it, "Does it now?" He asked with a playful voice, after receiving a look of pure distain from Callen he chuckled again and shook his head, "I'll keep that in mind." He spoke as he slammed the lid shut, letting it click into place before he headed around the car to the drivers side.

Sam pulled up to the abandoned warehouse, the meeting place they had learned about from a cell phone off a man they had shot a few hours before. It was a dangerous thing, to guess their way into a group of people without a whole lot of information. But danger was an occupational hazard for the agents.

Kensi and Deeks were following up another lead across town, Callen and Sam hadn't even bothered to call them, or Hetty. After their little brainstorming session in the parking lot they hadn't had much time to talk. Eric and Nell knew what was happening, but they weren't in on the ruse. Hetty apparently was in some sort of video conference with SecNav.

Shutting down his car Sam sat in the car momentarily before climbing out and heading towards the warehouse. He thought back to G in the trunk, unfortunately the sun was shinning over the entire parking lot. It was no doubt uncomfortable in the small enclosed space. They needed to get this over with quickly.

As he walked Sam changed his expression and the way he walked. He became the part, a cop gone bad. Away went his easy going attitude and the worry for his partner. On his face was an expression mixed of determination and power. Pushing his way into the warehouse his eyes quickly found three men waiting inside.

"Who are you?" One of the men asked angrily. Clearly not thrilled that a stranger had stumbled across their super secret meeting place.

"I heard that you might be needing some men." Sam jumped straight into the reason he had come there. No reason to beat around the bush, Callen was serious when he was complaining about how hot the trunk got. "Especially after I just killed the two you sent to George Street." He used the location where they had taken out the other men. The dealers.

Two of the men reached for their guns but the tallest one, the leader of the group held up his hand to stop them. "I don't know what you are talking about, I think you should go before something unfortunate happens."

"Something unfortunate has already happened." He glared at the men, "Listen, I'm sick of my gig, I want in on something that pays better. Let's work together."

The leader didn't look impressed as he stepped forward to eye Sam, "Check him for a weapon." He told his two lackeys stepped forward to pat Sam down as their boss addressed the stranger, "How do you expect us to trust you? You did kill my men." The leader spoke in a defensive manor.

Sam smirked a bit, "I've brought you something to make up for your loss," He smirked, "My partner."

His words surprised the men. They were cops themselves, they knew the strong bond partners had. "You must really hate your partner to turn him over to us so easily." He commented, "show him to us." The leader said, humoring Sam.

Nodding Sam lead the way. His gun was in one of the lackey's possession, but there was a second gun hidden in the trunk under Callen in case something went wrong. And normally things went to hell rather fast. Still Sam kept his façade in place as he moved to the back of his car and popped open the trunk. It had only been about thirty minutes but Callen looked pale and sweaty from his time enclosed in the trunk. "Get out," Sam barked the order, grabbing G's leg and pulling him as he struggled from the space.

"What the hell man?" Callen asked, sounding exactly like a disgruntled partner would. "Who are they?" He demanded eyeing the 'bad guys' as he managed to get unsteadily to his feet. Sam wondered briefly if it was an act.

"Shut up," He shot at Callen, "I'm so sick of your voice." Sam shook his head and looked at the leader.

The leader eyed Callen, eyes studying the blood that had dripped down his pale face from the cut on his eyebrow and the forming bruise around his right eye. "And what exactly do you expect us to do with this…gift." He questioned Sam curiously.

"Whatever you want. I killed your guys, you kill him." Sam shrugged, "I want in on whatever you're dealing."

The leader glanced at his men and nodded before pulling Sam away from the trunk of the car. This worried him for a few reasons but kept it out of his expression as he moved to speak with the man. "You have guts, I'll give you that." The leader spoke, "I could use a man like you."

"But Henry," One of the lackey's spoke up, his gun trained on Callen who was looking more like himself, "He killed Bobby, we shouldn't listen to him! We should be killing him."

The leader, apparently named Henry nodded, "I understand your loss, but we need more men."

"We don't need him. Let's kill them both…" The lackey insisted. Callen looked nervous as the gun aimed at his heart.

"Hey, I had nothing to do with this man." G tried to play it off as if he were the victim. Sam just hoped he wouldn't end up being the victim.

The leader drew Sam's attention back to him, "You see, you killed Steve's brother. He isn't to thrilled about that." Came the explanation. The leader turned to Callen and than back to Steve. "Shoot him, just don't kill him."

Before G or Sam could really react the gun went off, the bullet lodging itself in G's arm, causing his body to spin to the side and slam against the weathered blacktop. "We'll make him suffer for our loss." Henry promised Steve, watching as Callen groaned trying weakly to press his hands against the bleeding wound, not attempting to stand again.

Steve's gun was once again pointed at Callen's head, ready and willing to finish the job.

Henry shook his head, looking from Callen to Sam, "Now," he studied Sam's reaction. Though the larger man had jumped at the shot Sam had made a point not to look to concerned, although on the inside he was freaking out. Neither Sam or G were near the gun in the trunk now, which was not good. "Back to business."

"Am I in?" Sam asked in a demanding voice, trying not to sound as apprehensive as he felt. He wanted to get this handled so he could get G help for his shoulder.

The leader looked him over, "Let me call the boss, we'll give him the power to choose." Turning the dirty cop pulled out his cell phone and made the call. "Goshen," Henry spoke into the receiver, "Bobby and Tom are dead. The man that killed them wants to join the cause, he's a cop too. Or, formerly one. He brought his partner…" Henry glanced back at Sam, "yeah, no. Okay."

Sam glanced down at G, who was breathing a bit roughly due to the pain he was in and nodded. They had a name, that was all they needed. As soon as Henry snapped his phone shut the Agents sprung into action.

Callen's leg shot up, knocking the gun out of Steve's hand. It fired, the round going straight into the man standing on the other side of Callen's prone body. The man went down, bullet in his chest. Callen was up in a flash, slamming his body into the surprised Steve they both crashed to the ground. As he moved Callen twisted his hands free of the metal bands, but the movement wasn't fast enough.

Steve shifted, flipping Callen (who was still freeing his hands) onto his back.

Meanwhile Sam was locked into a hand to hand fight with Henry who had been well trained and surprisingly fast. Finally Sam managed to get a hit in only for Henry to recover pulling out a gun. The shot went off, buzzing by Sam's ear close enough to leave a ringing behind. Grabbing the gun hand Sam forced the man back, breaking his arm in the process. Once on the ground he pinned Henry, now screaming because of his arm and looked over at G.

Steve brought back his fist and struck Callen hard in the forehead, knocking G's head back onto the blacktop roughly. Callen's body went slack for a moment, G completely dazed as he blinked up at Steve.

A shot was fired and Steve fell to the side, dead from a bullet to the head. "G!" Sam's voice floated into Callen's mind as his eyesight grayed to black.

I'd love to hear what you thought of the beginning! I love you guys for reading! It means a lot. What's a writer without readers right? So thank you!

- Strawberry