AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Title: Rogue Agents
Rating: M
Story Premise: After a harrowing car chase, G Callen's work at the DEA comes back to haunt him. As G remembers what happened years ago on a top secret joint CIA and DEA operation, Sam provides a safe haven for his partner. Guest appearance by Jethro.
Category: A romance/hurt/comfort slash story.
WARNINGS:
Slash: G/Sam
Darkfic: Story includes coarse language, rape, non-consensual sex, angst, torture, violence, betrayal, hurt/comfort, mental, emotional, and physical trauma. Mind control. Programming. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) with flashbacks, nightmares, reliving the trauma, night terrors, anxiety and panic attacks, etc.
Whump: A major G Callen whump ahead.
DISCLAIMER: NCIS: Los Angeles and its characters are owned by CBS and the producers of it. I do not own anything, but if I did I would torture G Callen more and make him cry and suffer and have plenty of angst. I am grateful to CBS and the producers of NCIS: LA for their contribution to the world of entertainment.
My stories are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. This is a work intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by CBS and the producers of NCIS:LA. I gain no profit from the creation and publication of this story. I love to play in the sandbox with the characters and their lives. I especially love to torture G Callen. It is fun!
Reviews appreciated and welcomed.
Ghost Chaser
Prologue
G. Callen chased their ghost through the rain slicked streets of Woodland Hills in his Mercedes C63 AMG.
It was the first time the suspect left the last location since NCIS's elite team started their surveillance of his house three months ago. The team had tracked the suspect for over a year, and in that time the man had made two moves. First, their ghost moved from a house in Santa Monica to Studio City and second from Studio City to Woodland Hills. G suspected this was the suspect's third move, and yet he did not see any suitcases.
G chose not to wait for his partner, Sam, to show up before he took off after the suspect on his own. With this case in particular, he obsessed about tracking the unsub. Sam informed him that he was less than five miles out. Too long. Yeah, he was obsessed and could not lose their ghost in traffic or one of the many subsidiary streets in the Woodland Hills suburban neighborhood.
In a way, G was pleased with the current situation in their partnership. He pressed for surveillance without Sam and his partner readily agreed. That was odd for Sam. The more time they tracked this unsub together, the more antsy G became about their partnership. It was the unsaid thoughts and feelings between them which drove him to the brink of asking Sam what he was thinking. Yet, he held back even though he knew there was something different between them.
His partner's wife had left several years ago citing irreconcilable differences due to Sam's job and his time away from her. Ever since then, G noticed a change in their partnership. Sam was on edge for the last couple of months, which was unusual for him, and glanced his way more often during an ops, in the OPS Center, and in the bullpen. With the mien on his partner's face, G decided to take more assignments apart from him. A great avoider, G took the easy way out and negotiated with Sam for more days on his own.
Damn, now he wished he had asked him instead of avoiding him. The tension between them was higher than ever before, to the point that Kens had asked G what was happening between his partner and him. Hetty was soon to be nosing around in their partnership. He loathed her questions on top of his own unanswered questions. Maybe it was time to talk to Sam and end this false sense of calm and the pseudo partnership they now had.
G raced down a side street keeping close on the unsub's trail as he sped through a residential area. After turning a corner at over 25 miles per hour, he started to lose control of his Mercedes. With the skills he learned through a defensive driving and high-speed chase course—he finally passed the course after going through it twice—G regained control of his vehicle and sped down another street paralleling the 101.
His methods for high-speed chases failed to meet with those of NCIS's standards, thus the necessity to attend the course twice. Sam rattled his case about his failure to pass the course the first time. It was a joke, but G was not always laughing at his partner's needling on this. He preferred his own methods to those of NCIS's.
And Sam chastised him for calling it the 101. 'It's the Ventura Freeway, G.' The man memorized the official name of every freeway in Los Angeles County. Too bad they failed to teach that in the defensive driving and high-speed chase course. Although, G determined long ago that calling the freeways by their numbers fit his way of thinking better and he stuck to his way on this one.
Not wanting to lose his ghost on the freeway and have his efforts wasted, G pressed the gas peddle closer to the floorboard. The Mercedes careened around the next corner at a high-speed. He took the last corner at over 25 miles per hour and that was risky. Over 35 miles per hour was dangerous on flooded streets. When the rear end of his car fishtailed at the turn's highest arc, he knew his speed was excessive for a high-speed chase which involved a tight turn on a rain soaked street in Los Angeles. Earlier G had watched several downpours cause massive runoffs from the bone dry ground as the water did not soak into the soil. The Mercedes's rear wheels slid sideways on the wet pavement loosing their grip on the slick, oily asphalt.
For the next 120-seconds, everything around him played out in slow motion and G believed he was going die this time. No seatbelt. In his mind, he imagined hearing Hetty say her famous line, 'going rip you a new one.' Maybe this time, the Man Upstairs planned to rip him a new one too.