Disclaimer: Nope, don't own.
A/N- I fnally wrote for this pairing! Yay!
Years of searching, of not knowing who he is, have finally paid off. Except nothing is turning out the way it's supposed to.
They have the guy, the guy with all the information that he's looking for, but he's about to get away.
Sam's on the ground, hands pressing down on his stomach as he tries to stop the blood from flowing from the bullet wound. Callen is three feet away, half around the corner.
He could do it; he could chase the guy, catch him and find out who he is in the process. He could find out what the G stands for.
But back up is five minutes out.
"What are you waiting for G?" Sam grunts from the floor, straining his head up to give Callen one of his looks. "He's gonna get away- go after him!"
Sam's head falls back against the floor, no longer having enough energy to watch Callen.
He hesitates. If he doesn't go now, they'll probably never find the guy again. Callen may never know who he is. He may never know about his past.
He still hesitates.
Footsteps pound down the corridor away from them.
Sam's ridiculous pink button up shirt is slowly turning red.
"I'm fine." Sam grits out, but he sounds anything but fine. "If you don't go after this guy, I'm gonna kick your ass."
There's a hint of a smile on his partners face before it morphs into a grimace.
He makes a decision.
It's his past for a reason.
Callen slides to his knees next to Sam, bunches up his sweater and places it where the other man's hands have been trying to stop the bleeding.
"G." Sam's eyes slide to his own, catching his gaze and holding it. He'd like to say that he'd do this for anyone but he's not sure. He just knows that this is Sam and if there were ever anyone he'd give up everything for, it would be him.
"It's just a name." He applies more pressure and counts down the time until their backup and ambulance arrives. "Besides," he offers a grin and tries not to think about how much he's revealing. "I always liked it when you called me G."
Sam gives him a long look which Callen tries to avoid. It feels like everything is on the surface for anyone to see.
A dark hand comes up to rest lightly on top of one of his, squeezing gently.
"I'd rather have you around harassing me anyways." Callen continues, trying to sound carefree and not like he's about to confess everything to his best friend. He'd never really been a fan of those last minute confessions anyways.
Sam offers a small smile. Callen can hear the sounds of sirens in the background. Finally.
Their guys long gone, there's no doubt in his mind. Sam's thumb brushes the back of his hand, rubbing softly; comforting him like Callen's the one in pain.
He knows that the chances of ever finding out about his past have just decreased, but right now- he knows he has his future to look forwards to.