Moving on
Chapter 1
Whether or not Mosley delivered a hit list with details of the team members on it, it was the final reason which caused Callen to move. After all, his place had been compromised too many times already.
Author's note: We all heard the talk of town: Callen moved from his place and Deeks offered him to use the place above his bar. So I wondered what would happen with his former place. Nothing is shown about it, however. This story is just a shorty...
Disclaimer: Of course, any resemblance with actual persons, places, buildings, and addresses are purely coincidental. This means that names or incidents which come by in this story are simple fictitious. All, except for the ones who were made up by CBS, Shane Brennan and R. Scott Gemmill. I don't own or claim to own the characters who belong to the original tv show, but love to use them for this writing nevertheless.
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For a while it was as if he had a pounding headache. When Callen finally opened his eyes he realized that the bouncing sound wasn't really inside his head.
It came from one floor down, where somebody felt like bouncing on the door was the best way to gain entrance to a bar.
He groaned and glanced at his cell phone. Three twenty on a Sunday night. Living in this apartment above this place sure had its disadvantages as well. For half a minute he hoped that whoever was down there would stop and leave. But they didn't.
And so he pulled on his jeans, tucked his gun behind the waistband and grabbed his shirt from the chair next to his bed. After he quickly pulled it over his head before he headed downstairs.
Once again, the bouncing on the door. Right now, he heard male voices talking to each other in a quick way. As if they were discussing a matter before another action was to be taken.
Bouncing again.
Then "Deeks! You there?"
Callen sighed deeply. He should've known. "Bar's closed," he replied loudly.
"Deeks?"
Callen wondered who was looking so desperately for Deeks. "He's not around. Why you need him?"
"LAPD. We're looking for him, this is his place, isn't it?"
He paused a moment but decided it was safe enough to open the door. Indeed, there were two armed LAPD officers standing there. "You got an ID?"
Both officers took what he asked for. Anderson and Olivier - regular ID and nothing which was suspicious at all.
"And you know about this place how?" Callen wanted to know.
The officer called Olivier smiled. "I was in here with the opening. Invited by Deeks, himself."
He nodded. "It's Deeks' bar, that's right. But this is not where he lives. Again, why do you need him?"
He glanced at the men and motioned to come in. After all, he sure didn't want to draw too much attention to this place. Then Callen said "Listen, I could give him a call. Though I'm pretty sure he's asleep at the moment and that goes for the daily manager of the bar too. So, how can I help?"
"Might want to call him and ask for a coworker of his, guy named Callen. We need to contact him."
He grew suspicious now. "Why?"
Anderson, a lanky but rather plain looking man, let his gaze go over the man in front of them. "Why what?"
"Why do you need Callen?"
Sure, it was a Sunday night but it didn't have to do anything with the time of the day, or rather the night. Callen simply didn't like a conversation like this since it apparently never ended if they'd continue the 'why's'.
"Listen," he added with a sigh and he let his hand go to the back pocket of this jeans. He took his ID while he said "You come in here, looking for Deeks but actually looking for Callen. Looks like you found him."
A smirk appeared on his face when he noticed the surprise in the other man's face.
"Right," Olivier now said. "In that case I suggest you will join us immediately, since we need you to have a serious talk at a different location. Immediately, agent Callen."
The first officer nodded his head and added "Please take a jacket. It's cold outside at this time of a day."
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Los Angeles || 631, Veteran Avenue
The three of them were on the road and Callen let his head lean back in the plain passenger seat. He stared straight ahead, a blur of red and bright lights in front of them. Despite the time of the night, there was plenty of traffic on the Los Angeles freeways and streets. Neither Olivier or Anderson spoke and Callen didn't really feel like asking questions. Somehow, those LAPD officers knew of Deeks' connections with NCIS. Why would they need him?
He slowly inhaled. "Why… How did you know you needed me?"
Olivier, who was driving the car, shook his head. "Too much to explain. You'll be shown."
It took him only a few minutes more before he knew where they were heading to and he couldn't hide a sharp inhale of breath. How on earth hadn't he thought of this before?
"Who…" It was useless to discuss the matter in this driving car. It seemed as if Olivier was slowing down whereas Callen wanted to get to the place as soon as he could. He was out of the car before it really came to a halt.
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