This is the first time I (willfully) write about something non-anime related. NCIS: Los Angeles is simply an addiction right now, personally speaking, but like it's the first fanfic I write about it, please correct any mistakes that you see, it will be appresiated =D
Anyways, this is a slight AU, as I changed Callen's age and with that, the position of Junior and Senior in the crew, but there is not much.
Summary: Thirteen-year-old G. Callen has been missing for two months, kidnapped by a dangerous man. He is rescued from his misery by NCIS Special Agent in Charge Sam Hanna, who decides to take him in. How will G cope with the struggles of teenage life?
Warning: Chapter one contains rape.
Chapter 1- Connection
It was quite an agitated day in the NCIS headquarters located in Los Angeles. The organization had been working on various different cases, but the one that had them the most concerned was special. A man had been kidnapping various people before they were found killed in the streets no long later. As of now, the man had been missing for at least two months before a contact informed them that he had been seen near their office, and that had the whole team running around the place to prepare.
"Agent Hanna." A short woman, around four feet nine of height, with brown hair that didn't get to her shoulder, and dark brown eyes called.
A large, bald, black man turned around to face the source of the voice as the woman approached his desk, hands behind her back in a tense stance.
"'Sup, Hetty?" he asked. He knew better, of course, the woman was his boss, after all, but then again, she was laid back in those kinds of situations.
"You need to get moving," she began motioning for other two agents to approach her; one was a man with tousled blond hair and gray eyes. The other was a tall woman, with black hair, whose right eye was a darker brown than the left. "They have found the suspect, John Miller, in Mission Road, he was entering a gray building, indicating that it is for sale, as far as the description goes."
They immediately sprung into action, grabbing their equipment as fast as they could and running out of the building. They lost no time in jumping into their van and driving to the given street, knowing that every second that passed, was a second less they had to rescue the victim before it was too late.
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"P-please… st-top." Was the pained whisper coming from the beaten up body in the floor as a door opened and closed with a loud sound.
The person on the floor was a boy, barely older than twelve, with icy blue eyes. His head was covered in way too much blood for anyone to decipher the color of his hair. The rest of his bare body was covered in the dark red liquid as well, coming from the many wounds that covered him.
The only response the boy obtained was a painful kick to his side before a man grabbed him roughly by the arm, his long fingernail penetrating the tender skin while he smiled at him menacingly.
"You're going nowhere, you little fuck. No one wants you, no one will even notice that you're gone." Said the man; he had brown hair, and dark eyes that dug into the boy's hopeless ones.
The boy let out a whimper, too hurt from their last torturing session. They had been happening ever since he was first kidnapped, over two months ago. He had been walking down the street when the man suddenly grabbed him by surprise and had forced him into a car.
The boy didn't say a word, just looked at the man, unable to move his body. The adult suddenly scowled, letting go of the arm, and causing the boy to fall back down onto the cold, hard floor. He grabbed his face with a calloused hand.
"Why are you staring at me, brat?" he yelled before smirking. "You like what you see?" he questioned, motioning for his own, unkempt face. The only response was a hard breathing, coming from the damaged boy.
That earned him a hard smack; before the man bent down to catch the victim's lips on his own. He unbuttoned his pants and quickly removed them in front of the frightened boy's eyes as he placed a gag on the boy's mouth to silence him.
The blue-eyed teen whimpered, doing his best to move his beaten body away from the older male, but he was too weak to do so.
John lost no time in spreading the boy's legs to his sides, despite the child's whimpers and suffocated yells. The man, not caring to prepare the boy for the intrusion, quickly took his member, placing himself near the entrance of the boy's butt.
Not even a second went by before he thrusted inside, earning a loud scream from the child below him. John immediately smacked his face in punishment for doing so, only receiving tears coming from the teenager's eyes.
The salty liquid only seemed to anger John even more. He quickly began to move in and out the small hole, drawing blood as the thrusts became more and more violent each time.
"You're enjoying this, you piece of shit, don't pretend you aren't." the man grunted without stopping his movements.
It continued for a while longer, John not stopping to give the young victim a chance to recover properly between thrust and thrust. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the man came inside the boy. He took his dick out of the abused area before buttoning his jeans once again, exiting the room without much of a glance back and leaving the boy alone in the dark.
-+-+-+-+-+Victim's POV+-+-+-+-+-
Dark. There is nothing to see here, there are no windows, nothing that could possibly tell me the hour, or just how much time I had to relax before that man would come back. Not that it mattered; I couldn't move to escape even if he didn't get here in time. I am going to die in this place.
I hear loud noises, noises that I have never heard while in here. They're angry yells, and… are those footsteps? Maybe I am imagining things.
I'm proved wrong when the door opens, showing a black man. He is big, with broad shoulders, and gigantic hands. He is holding a gun, and pointing it at me before moving it towards the walls. I think he notices that I'm alone because he lowers the weapon, and then he looks over his shoulder.
"Clear!" he yells "There's a child in here, but no Miller!"
"Help the child, we'll search for Miller!" that's a girl, or at least, I think it is, I don't think I can distinguish sounds anymore.
The man walks towards me, and I know that my breath hitches, but he stills kneels beside me, his legs resting in the blood. He takes off his big jacket, and places it over me. It hurts, it's too heavy, and so I whimper. I don't want to, but I can't help it.
"What's your name, boy?" He asks. I just look at him. I don't know my name, I've never been called by anything more than a nickname, or last name.
He gets closer to me, and I tense. He's going to hurt me, I know it.
But he doesn't.
He sits me up, and takes the dirty rag out of my mouth. That is actually a relief, so I close my eyes and feel how he wraps his jacket around me completely.
"You're safe now, boy, please tell me your name." he states.
I open my eyes as he picks me up easily. It's too much; I can't resist the jolts of pain that run through my body. I feel like I'm going to faint, the corners of my vision become black, but I try to stay awake.
The man repeats the question, this time he changes his grip on me, so he probably noticed that his touch hurt. But I don't know the answer.
"G. Callen." I whisper to my rescuer. If I don't know my true name, then I will tell him what I know.
-+-+-+-+-+Sam Hanna's POV+-+-+-+-+-
"Eric, is there any information about him?" I ask to my ear piece. There is hesitation on the other side of the line as I hear the boy, G, apparently, cry out in pain.
I'm doing my best not to hurt him, but the injuries are everywhere, and I have no idea where to grab him.
"Very little." The man calls "Turned thirteen three weeks ago, no parents. He escaped from various foster homes, and he has been missing for a little over two months." He informs. That's it? There is no way there is no more information about this child, is there?
"Anything else?" I call, stopping for a second to get a better hold on the kid.
His face becomes one of pure agony when I try to balance him on my hip, so I change my hold on his body again and he tries to recover his breath. I like this kid, most of the people that I have been able to rescue don't try to fight for their lives like this kid is doing.
"Not much." Is the reply I receive from my ear piece when I begin to move again, G's head resting on my chest as I support the rest of his body with my arms. "Has been in twenty foster homes and has had perfect grades while in them." That's not much help.
"Fine, call 911, tell them where we are, this child needs medical help." I say, and a commotion starts on the other side of the line.
As I approach the first floor of the building, my eye catches sight of a shadow. Following my instincts, my grip on the child's body tightens, and I hide behind a wall, carefully pulling out my gun.
A hand touches my shoulder and I turn around as fast as I can, covering G's body with my own. I sigh in relief when I see who it is. Kensi.
She takes a look at the battered boy in my arms, and I know she feels bad for him. I take a quick glance at him as well, and his tired blue eyes lock with mine for a second. And that is enough to know that I need to protect him from everything.
-+-+-+-+-+Normal POV+-+-+-+-+-
Kensi signaled at the room in silence. There was something there, they both knew it. The woman took a look at Callen, and then glanced up at her companion. He wasn't going to let go of the boy, so she had to do it by herself.
She nodded at Sam, understanding the delicacy of the situation; if he dares to leave the boy, even for one second, he is not going to let himself be picked up again.
So the Senior Field agent walked into the room with her gun pointing at every direction. A noise alerted her, and she hid herself behind an old desk located in the room. She peeked out, watching as the figure of John Miller moved hastily towards the door she had come in just a few seconds before.
Pointing the gun at the man, she shoot four times, not wanting to leave any doubt on her mind that the perpetrator was dead.
The man fell on the floor with a thud, blood abandoning his body and staining his shirt, the white shirt he was wearing becoming red.
Not long later, Sam appeared at the door, eyeing the body closely.
"Nice." He said "Where's Deeks?" Sam then began walking towards the front door, the body in his arms beginning to tremble.
"He thought Miller had left, so he walked out." She explained, following her partner outside of the building.
The sound of an approaching ambulance could be heard in the distance before it appeared, the red lights illuminating the adult's faces.
Various paramedics jumped out of the ambulance, four of them holding a gurney, which they took in front of Sam.
"Sir, please put the child in the gurney." Ordered one of the paramedics, taking off the blanket that covered the wheeled medical bed.
Sam nodded his head, carefully removing his jacket from around G's body. Besides him, Kensi gasped, not expecting such damage. The boy was beginning to be placed in the gurney when he weakly reached out, trying to grasp the fabric of his savior's shirt.
"No. please." He whispered in a voice that was barely audible.
Sam caught the hand, knowing that the boy was too weak to achieve what he wanted to do, while one of the men placed the blanket over G's bottom half, blocking his privates from further sight. The paramedics began to roll the boy away and onto the ambulance, where the teenager began to shiver once again.
"Sir, are you going to climb with him?" The only woman asked as her companions strapped G to many machines and the gurney was attached to the floor.
The aforementioned looked at Kensi, as if he was asking for her approval. She simply shrugged her shoulders before nodding. The man smiled and hurried to climb into the ambulance, hoping that the ten- minute-ride wouldn't be the time when G. Callen gave his last breath.
Well, there we go, I hope that you liked it, or that it was at least mildly interesting, haha.
In any case, plase leave me your thoughts. If you want something to happen in this story, I'm open to suggestions, and will probably use those that work with the story.
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