D Callen.
I have to keep moving. Otherwise they'll get to me. Come on D! You can do it. Just keep it up a little longer. Only 10 meters and you'll be safe. "Let me in! Please don't lock it up yet. Let me in! Please!"
"What is it ma'am?"
"Please just let me in. They're after me."
"Alright then. Come on in." Bang! Bang! Bang! I instantly feel the pain. They shot me. My back hurts as hell. The last thing I see is a man with a phone with a lot of panic and another man who walks away calm and laughing. Then it's black.
Hospital Los Angeles. Present time.
Slowly I open my eyes but shut them almost immediately because of the bright light. For a moment I don't remember what happened, but then I get my memory back. I got shot in the back when I was almost safe.
"You're awake."
A little confused about when she entered and me not noticed she goes on.
"Sorry to disturb you. How are you feeling?"
"Sore. Headache and thirsty. But beside that I think I'm fine." I managed to say with a hoarse voice.
"So because of your shot wounds there is a LAPD detective waiting to talk to you. Is that going to be a problem or not?"
I think about my options. I know I have to talk to him eventually and that I will be most likely end up arrested. If I refuse I'll have more time to think of what I am going to say but on the other hand. They need to know the truth. It has become out of hand and they need all the information they can get. And for that matter I need to get to Him.
"Yeah, I suppose I am ready for him. Let him come in."
I manage to say without letting her know how terrified I am. A little while later she comes back in. This time with a man.
"Alright I'll leave you to it then. If you need anything you can push this button, Miss …"
"Callen. The name is Callen."
The shocked look on the Detectives face doesn't slip me but I choose to let it go. I am in no position to tell him anything. Reassured that everything will be alright she walks out of the room leaving me with my nerves for the Detective. Funny. When I have a gun pointed at someone and I am alone I am less terrified than I am now. Which terrifies me at the same time. Gosh, all this thinking gives me a headache.
"My name is Detective Marty Deeks. I'll have to ask you some questions about the shooting. You OK with that?"
"Y-yeah. Of course."
Slowly I try to sit up. With a lot of pain I manage.
"So Miss Callen. Do you have a First name?"
"D, Sir." He looks at me with surprise written on his face.
"Really. Are you messing with me or.."
"I assure you Detective. I am not messing with you. I don't know my name. No-one ever told me."
"OK. Let's go back to business. Why were they chasing you and why'd they shot you?"
Weighing my options once last time. Deciding it's best to just tell him the truth. With a bit of hesitation I start my story.
"I used to belong in that group. Never really belonged there but that isn't the point. At First I didn't know what they were doing, but after I joined in I figured it out quiet soon. But when you're in a gang.."
"You'll most of the time never get out. I know the drill." A short silence. "So you ran away."
I wasn't a question it was a statement.
"I did."
"So what did they do. 'Cause I get the feeling that for some reason it wasn't a normal gang. Was it?"
"No, Sir. It wasn't."
"So what did they do. Why did you ran away from it? Did they shoot you to bes hut up?"
"I ran away because it's terrible what they do. I didn't want it but had no choice. And yes, they shot me to shut me up."
I answered carefully avoiding the first question. Unfortunately he heard it.
"Why aren't you telling me everything? What are you hiding?"
A deep sigh came out of my mouth.
"You know, you better tell me. You're already going to be arrested because you joint a gang and worked with them. It's not like it can get any worse."
"It can always get worse Detective. And I'm sorry, but I simply can't tell you it."
"If you want a lawyer fine. But it's just going to make it all worse."
"Alright. But I want protection. I need protection."
He nodded slowly.
"So I met this group and I didn't know what they were doing. They asked me to join them. They said they helped them catching the bad guys. I was pretty young and so also naïve. They trained me to a killing machine. When I found out what they did I wanted to back out. But they wouldn't let me."
I swallowed.
"So what exactly are they doing? What are they called?"
"The Black Eagels."
He gasps.
"I assume you know the name giving your reaction."
"Yeah. I know them. You are definitely arrested. And I'm going to make some phone calls."
He cuffs me to my hospital bed and walks out of the room.
A little while later he walks back.
"Alright, so you're arrested so that means the cuffs stay on and when you get better and can get out of here I'll come and get you for your trail and to bring you to prison."
I nod in understanding.
"Of course Detective. If you'll excuse me I would like to get some sleep now."
I yawn fake but he seems to believe it.
"Sure. I'll see you soon."
And with that he walks out of the room. Now that I have space to think I recall that I have to get to the NCIS Headquarters.
Slowly I try to turn and pull my wrist out of the cuffs. I learnt that in my training. I almost got it. YES. Carefully I glance at my door but it's closed and the Detective probably told them I wanted to sleep so I think they aren't getting inside soon. I close the curtains and change fast of clothes. Unfortunately my shirt is still bloody but it'll have to do. At least it isn't still wet. I put on my shoes and walk quietly to the I see no-one I open the door slowly and sneak out. I walk as fast as I can out of the hospital.
