AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS IS MY FIRST STORY EVER, SO I'M STILL TRYING TO FIGURE OUT THE SITE, AND HOW IT WORKS. THIS WILL BE MORE LIKE A FIVE OR SIX SHOT, BUT I HOPE TO GET EACH OF THE AGENT'S PHSYC EVALS, AND MAYBE EVEN A CHAPTER OR TWO OF THEM JUST TALKING. NO, I DON'T OWN NCIS: LOS ANGELES, THOUGH I WOULD HAVE A LOT OF FUN IF I DID. ON TO THE STORY...
Nate walked towards the agent's desks, looking for one in particular. Before he reached him, Nate took a deep breath. This will be fun he thought to himself sarcastically.
"G, phsyc evals. Hetty's orders." Nate declared in his best, 'I, for once, am actually in charge here' voice.
"Ugh, Nate. Really?" G complained.
"Yeah, sorry. Hetty wants you guys to talk while…" Nate trailed off. They had just gotten back after the shootout. They had come so close to rescuing Dom, and knew each one of them had taken it hard. Nate knew that Sam felt guilty; Dom died by taking a bullet meant for him. G blamed himself, because he was team leader. And Kensi was Dom's partner, so of course she must be effected. Too bad she had her walls up stronger than usual since his disappearance.
"While we're still in shock?" Sam finished, with his annoyed tone. Yep, this is gonna be real fun Nate thought.
"G, let's go and get it over with." Nate said, and G dropped his pen on his desk with an attitude. Throughout this whole conversation, Kensi hadn't looked up. Nate opened the door to his office, and motioned for G to sit down. He did.
"What are you feeling?" Nate asked. There was no sense in postponing it, and as Sam had pointedly said, while it was still fresh.
"What do you think?" G shot back.
"You're upset. You're using a false sense of anger to cover up your pain. It's okay to say you're upset, that you're hurting." Nate said in a sympathetic voice, though he knew that none of the agents would admit to their pain or fear.
"I AM angry! Those S.O.B's killed Dom, took him before that, and probably tortured hi!" G yelled, his face growing slightly red.
"I can understand that. What else?"
"And it's my fault, ok? Just…" G had punched a wall. Nate was taken a little aback by this action, as it was usually Sam who acted violently.
"I don't wanna talk about this" G mumbled as he walked out. Sam looked up at G, who was on a walking rampage through the mission.
"Kensi, you okay?" Sam asked her quietly. She still hadn't looked up. She had just kept her head down, doing her paperwork.
"Fine." She replied curtly. At least she's talking, which is always a good sign thought Sam.
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