Title: Rescue Him (1/?)
Author: Wereleopard58
Rating: M/Explicit
Show: NCISLA
Pairing: Nell/Callen
Summary: Callen has been kidnapped, and no one knows why. They have no idea where to start. Nell has realised her feelings towards her co-worker, Callen is also thinking about her. Was it too late for them? It would be if he wasn't found and soon. He had no idea how long his body would hold out for.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with NCISLA, I am not making any money, and I am just doing it for fun.
A/N This is a Christmas present for Vivian, I hope you enjoy it. I have never written in this particular fandom and no idea if I will again. I do like the pairing though. Sorry for the short chapter, but this is where it needed to stop.
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It was a plain, empty room. Pipes were going up the side of the room starting at the floor. It then went across the ceiling and went through the wall on the opposite side. The banging noises of those pipes echoed whenever they would move. There was a constant dripping sound of water falling from the antiquated plumbing. A puddle on the floor steadily growing and spreading out on the concrete ground.
The body hung suspended from the thick pipe, his arms stretched up above his head. His triceps bunched and shuddered at the effort of taking the dead weight of his muscular body. The metal cuffs dug into his wrists. The blood flowing down his arms leaving a trail of red. The deep blue shirt lay in tatters on the floor. The once unblemished torso was now covered in bruises; they were of different shapes and many different hues. The most recent fist-sized ones were still dark purple, the others slowly becoming more yellow in colour. They were from days to hours old.
On his back were painful injuries, blood and scabbing around the outside. The whip that was used was now hanging on a hook on the wall, ready to be used again at a moment's notice. The severely beaten body reflected and distorted in the metallic door, the only way into the room. The man was now only dressed in tattered trousers, his feet bare. Blood pooling on the floor beneath his feet.
The door opened, it screeched against the floor as it was pushed open. Slow, steady footsteps came into the room and towards the prisoner and then stopped. "Now." He called out.
More men walked in with buckets. They pulled their arms back and threw ice cold water over the unconscious person. Suddenly the shock woke him up; extreme pain ran through his body. He tried to catch his breath.
"Ah, Mr Callen you're awake. Good, we can start again." The man chuckled with amusement.
"What do you want from me?"
The man's smile faded as he walked over and grabbed Callen by the hair. "The only thing I want from you is to suffer. Nothing more, nothing less." He took a few steps away and stopped. "I've heard so many things about you. No man can live up to his reputation, especially not one like yours. How long before I managed to break you?"
Callen stared at him in confusion. If this stranger wanted nothing from him apart to make him suffer there was no way he could work this to his advantage. He'd always had faith in his team, in Sam to rescue him. How could they this time, they had no idea that he'd gone, or where he was. If there was no reason, then there wasn't any place to start. Why did he have to take some time off? Why did he tell everyone not to contact him?
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A room is full of photos of Callen and all the people he spent time with. They were mostly close-ups of him. On a laptop was the image of an attractive woman. Her information was next to it.
Nell Jones.
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Hetty slowly made her way through her paperwork. It seemed a little quiet without Agent Callen around. She had insisted that he had time off. The only people he interacted with were those at work. He needed more in his life than that. A smile appeared on her face as she heard the conversation in the other room.
Sam smirked as Nell walked passed and glanced over at G's desk. If the two of them didn't do something soon, he was going to have to step in. It was starting to get ridiculous. He wanted his best friend to find happiness, and this could be it. "Nell, could you do me a favour?"
She smiled at him. "Of course I can, what is it?"
"G's phone is turned off. I want him to come around for dinner. I have to go and talk to some witnesses. Could you pop over to his place and tell him to turn his phone on." He was actually worried; his partner never had his cell off.
"I'm off for lunch I can do it now for you."
Kensi just shook her head at the matchmaking that was going on.
"Thanks, I appreciate it."
Eric glanced down; he'd always had a thing for Nell. He believed that something would come of it. Things had changed, he was losing her. What could he do?
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The smile fell from Nell's face as she looked at the broken front door. She grabbed her cell and dialled. "Sam, something's wrong. You have to come to Callen's place, now."
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A man sat in a car and watched the woman arrive. He clicked his hands-free and pressed speed dial 1. "She's here, what do you want me to do?"
TBC