Author's Notes: G. Callen goes alias which results in an imbroglio. Some swearing. No pairings. Short story.
NCIS: Los Angeles and its characters are owned by CBS and the producers of it. I do not own anything, but if I did I would torture G Callen more. I am grateful to CBS and the producers of NCIS: LA for their contribution to the world of entertainment.
My stories are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This is a work intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by CBS and the producers of NCIS:LA. I gain no profit from the creation and publication of this story. I love to play in the sandbox with the characters and their lives. I especially love to torture G Callen. It is fun!
Chapter 1
Off the Reservation
Scene 1
Going off the reservation was one step too far, but going alias suited him fine. Callen slid into an alias as if it were one of his favorite, blue, long sleeve, T-shirts. He dressed in the outfit Hetty had set out for him. Not his style of clothing, but aliases were his favorite part of the job as an undercover ops agent. He enjoyed putting on a new persona and he was good at it.
"Mr. Callen," Hetty said, "you almost ready?"
He came out of the dressing room and presented himself. "Yes, Hetty. Anything else I need to know?"
"You studied your alias?"
"Up until late last night."
She frowned.
"I got some sleep."
"Good. Long, two days ahead of you."
Of course, for Callen sleep didn't always mean getting eight hours of sleep like a normal person. Sometimes he couldn't shut his mind off to the world around him.
For the next forty-eight hours, Callen got the opportunity to be someone else and it thrilled him. Darius Exley was the man's name. Callen spent several days researching him. When he finished, Callen found it easy to slide right into his new persona and be him. A philanthropist with money to burn and a sizable bank account.
"Where's Sam?"
"Right behind you, Mr. Callen," she said. "I still have more work to do on his alias. Eric has more backstopping to write on both your aliases. You need to get going." Hetty handed him his credit cards, check book, cash, driver's license, and passport. "Any questions or concerns?"
Callen examined each card before pulling out his wallet and placing them in it. "No."
"Here's your new cell phone. This time don't lose it."
"The keys to the black Mercedes," Hetty said, handing him the keys. "Please bring it back in one piece."
"Thank you, Hetty, I'll do my best."
"It better be more than your best, Mr. Callen. One piece," she said, admonishing and shaking her finger at him.
He grasped the keys in his left hand and strode toward NCIS Los Angeles Headquarter's exit. Callen climbed into the Mercedes and smelled the leather. He loved the smell of leather and especially the smell of a new car. The feel of supple, new leather satisfied his senses. After he started the engine, Callen backed down the long driveway to the main street. He was extra cautious when driving one of the government's vehicles and more so if it was one used for an undercover ops alias. This time was no exception. He pulled onto the main street, weaving into traffic.
After thirty minutes, Callen entered the freeway onramp, heading toward Beverly Hills.
A navy blue car swerved in front of him, missing his front bumper by inches. A late model, foreign sedan with clean plates. It slowed. He glanced in his rearview mirror and noticed another car of the same make and model as the front car, edging closer to the Mercedes. Clean plates too. Not good. Callen needed to take evasive maneuvers soon. Before he could make his move, the car behind him rammed his bumper, causing a slight whiplash in his neck. He slowed, making it impossible for the rear car to ram him again. Callen grabbed his cell phone and started to dial Sam. It was the last thing he remembered. Another car of the same make and model sideswiped him, sending his car down a ravine into a gully below.