Summary: Takes place right after the "to be continued..." They've been compromised, their lives hang in the balance, and only their team can save them. Team fic with heavy Densi focus. 4x24
"Michelle!" Kensi yelled again, frantically scanning the building for any sign of Sam's wife. She heard the scream, faint and muffled by the wind. Kensi took in the broken boards by the window and her stomach dropped. Michelle yelled again and Kensi raced to the window. Bullets pinged off the metal and she felt the hot burn as it grazed the side of her head. Kensi dove behind a pallet of boxes and prayed Michelle would have the strength to hold on. She held her breath to listen for the sound of footsteps but the wind was snapping the plastic draping and muffling any sound. She stood and fired off three rounds, hitting one of the girls in the arm. There was a scream of pain and Kensi rolled out from behind her cover and ran towards the two. Michelle didn't have the luxury of time, she needed to take the girls out now. Bullets flew and she darted behind a wall.
She didn't wait for them to empty their rounds this time and rolled out, taking out a girl from her prone position on the floor. Blood and sweat ran into her eyes but she pumped her legs up and raced to the spot where the other girl lay. She tackled her to the ground and knocked the butt of her gun against her temple. The blonde went limp and she zip tied her hands and feet together before kicking both guns across the room and racing back to Michelle. There was another scream and Kensi reached the window just as Michelle's grip on the plastic sheeting slipped. For one heart-stopping moment she thought she was going to watch Sam's wife plummet to her death.
"Kensi, I can't hold it much longer." Michelle said, her eyes full of fear. Kensi grabbed the sheeting Michelle held onto and pulled. It took great strength to pull someone up from below you, but she managed to lift Michelle a few inches by bracing her legs against the window beams. Kensi grunted with the effort as sweat ran down her face. Michelle was inches from the ledge when the beam Kensi was pushing against snapped, sending them both sliding to the edge. Michelle's lost her grip and she grappled desperately for purchase but her hands were damp from sweat and she was slipping slowly to the end of the plastic. Kensi prayed the beam would hold and lunged forward, grabbing Michelle's hand. They were stuck, as strong as she was there was no way Kensi had the strength in one arm to pull a full grown woman up to the ledge.
"Kensi, swing me over to the wall! There's a lip I think I can get it!" Michelle yelled over the blowing wind.
Kensi looked at the wall and prayed that Michelle was right. She strained but managed to scoot closer to the wall. Michelle kicked her legs out to move herself into a slight swing and Kensi tried not to scream at the pain in her shoulder joint. There was an immediate release of weight and Kensi let out a relieved breath as Michelle's feet were planted firmly on the ledge. Michelle wiped one damp palm against her thigh and grabbed onto the edge of the window. Kensi adjusted her grip to grab Michelle's forearm and with the combined effort of Kensi pulling and Michelle pushing up against the ledge they were able to lift her up and into the building. Michelle lay on her back, breathing heavily.
"Thank you." She said between breaths. Kensi nodded but her brow was creased. If they made Michelle, then they most definitely made Sam, and Deeks had his back, which meant more than likely he could be in danger too.
"Hetty, they made Michelle, it's more than likely they made Sam too."
There was silence and Kensi met Michelle's eyes as fear began to take root.
"Hetty?"
"We have lost contact with Mr. Hanna and Mr. Deeks. Regroup as soon as possible."
She felt ice cold with fear but she scrambled up and turned to Michelle.
"Help me grab the Russian girl, she may be our only chance."
They ran across the floor and hefted up the still unconscious girl and headed for the elevator.
"I've got a body and one of the Russian girls alive. You're gonna need to send out a car for the other one, we're bringing the girl to the boatshed."
The elevator seemed to go impossibly slow. Fear clogged her thoughts and she knew if she let it consume her she would lose it. All she could think of was an unexpected kiss, and how she might never get the chance to let him know she felt the same. After what felt like an eternity the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. They rushed to Michelle's car and shoved the girl into the backseat. Michelle gunned the engine and the tires squealed as she raced off. They were running against time.
He was burning from the inside out. Each breath seared his lungs. The points were his skin connected with the chair were white hot with pain, the skin already blistering. His breath wheezed loudly as he heard the scream from the next room. He had a clear view into the next room, the glass door didn't do much to muffle the sound. There was the high whine of a drill and more screaming. These men were professionals. They hadn't been able to crack him, so they went for the next one, the weaker one, as they said. It was one thing to torture a man, it was a whole other thing to torture someone in front of him. Especially if the man they were torturing had just tried to save his life.
They assumed they were partner's that they shared the deep bond that two people who faced danger on a daily basis together formed. Sam trembled as Deeks screamed again. The man in that room had risked his life for him without a second thought, despite the fact that he'd treated him like shit only hours before. Sam closed his eyes as guilt stung his throat. He thought of Michelle, their children, and the man who endured what no man should to protect all of that. The whining of the drill stopped and Sam realized there was no screaming. Dread filled his heart as the doors opened again and the men walked back in.
Sidorov shook his head and chuckled.
"Your partner is weak." He turned and gestured to Deeks who lay slumped to the side. Blood dripped from his mouth.
It was imperative not to show any weakness or feeling towards Deeks. Doing so would only result in worse pain for him.
"He's alive, maybe you tell us if Quinn is an agent now. Or we wake up your friend for an encore performance."
Sam said nothing, only stared past him.
"Or we kill him now, save ourselves the trouble."
Sam flinched slightly, but it was enough to make Sidorov take notice.
"You speak now and maybe I let him live."
Sam shrugged "He doesn't matter to me."
Sidorov chuckled and strolled to the machine, fingering the switches, another tactic.
"See, I think you're lying. What man would be foolish enough to risk his life for another if they didn't matter?"
Sam said nothing, only stared ahead stone faced at Deeks unmoving form.
"You are sweating, going into shock." He paused, laughed. "Shock, get it?"
He shook his head when Sam didn't reply.
"You don't get my joke? It's okay, I will explain it to you." Sidorov flicked a switch and sent another jolt of electricity into him. His body bowed up and every vein burned white hot.
Sam felt his head loll to the side and he struggled to keep it upright.
"It's always bad when they start to sweat." Sidorov said to his partner. "Water is such a good conductor."
His vision was blurring and Sam blinked rapidly to clear it. Sidirov's face suddenly loomed in front of him.
"You have one hour to decide whether your partner lives or dies. Then I'm coming back for you." The men left, leaving the door open between Sam and Deeks.
"Sidorov is going to kill your beloved partner."
Fury turned his vision red and Callen slammed Janvier against the post again. He punched him hard and Janvier crumpled to the floor. Callen heaved him up again.
"Tell me where he is or I kill you and I arrest your daughter!"
Janvier laughed as blood dribbled from his mouth.
"That is your mistake Agent Callen, I don't have a daughter." Janvier laughed again, buckling over as Callen delivered a hard blow to his gut.
"You can't save him Agent Callen," Janvier wheezed.
Grief tore through him and turned his vision red. He squeezed his fingers around Janvier's throat and watched as he gasped for breath. The first licks of fear entered his eyes and he struggled but Callen squeezed harder. Janvier gasped and gagged but he didn't let go..
Someone screamed his name and through the haze he felt himself being shoved away.
"We need him alive!" Michelle yelled. "Sidorov has Sam!"
Janvier was panting on the floor and now he looked up at Callen. He shook his head with a knowing smile and pushed himself up.
"I have nothing to lose Agent Callen, nothing you can take from me. But you have everything to lose. I am going to watch you lose them all, one by one, and I'm going to lau-"
Michelle delivered a hard blow to Janvier's head that had him slumping back down to the floor.
"I was getting real tired of the bad guy monologue." She said simply and she grabbed one of Janvier's arms to heft him up.
"Help me with him," she grunted and Callen gripped his other arm. They dragged Janvier into the interrogation room and dropped him so that he tumbled to the floor.
"Michelle," Callen waited until she looked up at him "We're going to get Sam back, I promise you."
Michelle nodded and lay a hand on his arm. Years of CIA training was all that kept her composure and he could see the fear and worry that swam into her eyes.
"I know," she said. "Kensi's in the car with one of Sidorov's girls, we think they have Deeks too."
"What?" his blood ran cold.
"We lost electronic communications with both of them, they had Sam in a pool, Deeks dived in after him to save him. That's the last they heard of them."
There was a click in Callen's ear as the com was activated.
"We've exhausted all avenues of tracking Agents Hanna and Deeks, Mr. Callen." Hetty's voice was grave. "It is imperative that we locate those weapons and get our agents home safely." There was a slight tremor in Hetty's voice on the last word and that alone scared Callen more than anything else could.
If Sidorov got away he and the nukes would be in the wind, and Sam and Deeks would be dead. Callen followed Michelle out to the car where Kensi stood with her gun pointed at one of the Russian girls. The girl's breath was harsh with pain and blood coated her shoulder where she must have been shot. Callen said nothing as he and Michelle hefted the girl out of the car and carried her bodily into the boatshed. She spit out a stream of vile Russian profanities and Callen shook his head.
"She's got a bit of a mouth on her," he said casually to Michelle as the carried the wiggling shouting woman "they always do in the beginning." He grinned, and Michelle laughed.
"I like her, she's got spunk. This is going to be fun."
The act was meant to intimidate, get the girl into the mindset that she wasn't dealing with normal agents.
"You know, it's been years since I had to dig a bullet out of anyone's arm, and it's too bad we're all out of pain meds. But you don't mind do you princess? I heard they breed them tough out in Russia." The girl was silent but she continued to thrash.
They wrestled her into an empty broom closet and Callen took a moment to smash the lightbulb so that when they closed the door she was plunged into darkness. It was another tactic. Intimidate, leave her by herself, cloak her in darkness in a small empty space. The less options for escape you left them, the more desperate they got. The girl was well trained, Sidorov wouldn't keep a girl around who would crack under pressure. It was more than possible that a few rules would have to be broken to get her to talk, Callen was ready to do just that.
Kensi was standing in the middle of the boatshed talking to Hetty on her com and when she turned around her face was ashen.
Callen clenched his jaw.
"What?"
"They don't know where they are." Was all she said, and her voice shook slightly. He was well aware of the simmering tension between her and Deeks and the deep bond they shared. It was built on trust, friendship, and he was sure, of love. The protectiveness he felt for Kensi was like that of older brother to younger sister, and he was certain he would never forgive himself if anything happened to Deeks. It would rip her apart, he'd lived a lifetime of loss, he would do anything to prevent Kensi from facing the same fate.
"Kensi," he laid a hand on her arm and she shook him off.
"Don't, don't look at me like that, like he's already dead. We're going to find him." Her eyes were moist but her expression was fierce.
"He's not dying, I won't let him."
"Good," he said "because we're about to cross a whole lot of lines to get Sam and Deeks back."
A/N: This will be a multi-chapter fic. That is if I don't die while re-watching the finale again.