The last one.
A/N: So, I've just read a story where the author said that once Dracul Comescu was dead the threat from the Comescu's was over. And I have noticed it in a couple of other stories and it's hinted at on the show. Granted the other characters wouldn't know, but did fans of the show not pick up on the fact that Alexia Comescu told Hunter to send Vasille to the garage to get Dracul back? And when Eric gets information about the holding company and reads out the names of the people that are on the board or whatever, Vasille Comescu is one of them. This story is about the last of the Comescu's
A/N: This not a death fic! Sorry about not putting this in the first time I put this up! stick with this and I promise there are no deaths of major charaters.
Callen watched as his best friend, his brother fell with two bullets to the chest. He heard him cry out his name. "SAM!" He turned in a heartbeat to face the woman who had shot him to shot her only to have his gun grabbed and the wrist holding it punched hard enough to make him let go. The woman stepped back, holding both his and her own weapon.
"Move." She motioned with the gun to the back door of the house he and Sam had been lured to. Her British accent dripping with venom. He looked down at Sam one last time before heading out. He could hear the rest of the team over the earwig, crying out in disbelief. He went out the door into an alley behind the house. She made him keep walking until he was next to a van that was parked on the far side. "Stop." She said as the door opened and a man stepped out.
"Well done, cousin. Took you long enough." The man said as he gave the woman a one armed hug around the waist.
"He doesn't trust easily."
"No he does not. Time to finish him."
"Wait, who are you? I have a right to know who is killing me." Callen tried to buy just a little more time for the rest of his team. He was pretty sure it was pointless but he had to try.
"I am Vasille Comescu, and this is my cousin, Yana Comescu, we are the last of the Comescu's." The man raised a weapon to Callen's head but was stopped by the woman.
"Please let me. I'm the one who has to put up with him for the past six months." At Vasille's nod, Yana raised her gun. "The last of the Callen's. Do you have any idea how hard it's been not to shot you over the past few months."
"Why now?" Callen had trusted this women, they all had and look where it had gotten them.
"The timing was never right. Vasille was never in the country at the right moment, and there have been plenty of them over the last few weeks. But enough talk. Goodbye, G. Callen."
The team in ops watched from a traffic cam in horror as the woman they had trusted pulled the trigger. They watched as Callen fell backwards with a bullet to the head.
A/N: I know really short, sharp and to the point. The next chapter will take place six months before this, just so you don't get confused. I will get back to my other stories, this just popped into my head and really won't leave me alone because it is bugging me that Vasille is still out there. Sorry if I've offended anyone with my comments at the start.