"Come on, G. At least try it." Sam tried to influence Callen as they walked through the front doors of NCIS on a bright Monday morning.
"For the last time Sam. NO," Callen fought back for the millionth time.
"Why not? You never know, you might find a really nice girl to settle down with." Sam punched him lightly on the arm in a teasing manner.
"Why not? Well, for one I don't want to be set up on a blind date with a woman I hardly know" He said as he sat down at his desk in the bull pen.
"G, that's why you talk to them online to get to know them."
"By messaging on the computer?" Callen asked skeptically.
"Exactly!"
"Sam I don't even know how to use the internet that well let alone own a computer."
"Well, I'll-"
"Don't even THINK about trying to buy me a computer man." Callen held up a finger knowing where Sam's thought process was going. Sam opened his mouth to argue when they heard the familiar shrill of a whistle up above them.
"You know the drill," Eric told the four of them. Wait, four of them? Callen looked over at Kensi and Deeks to find them with extremely amused smirks on their faces. Apparently him and Sam had been bickering about that dating website with out even noticing them. Normally, Deeks would interject with a silly remark and Kensi would reprimand him but I guess today they just sat back and enjoyed the show. Cheeky bastards.
The four of them jogged swiftly up the steps and quickly entered the OPS room where a paused video feed was being displayed. Callen leaned up against the island along with Sam, Deeks, and Kensi following suit. Once he was settled Callen really looked at the paused image and felt an uneasy sense of familiarity sweep over him. It was semi-dark in the picture and had a small, worn house in the background. Eric had already started talking along with Nell but his ears were ringing. He knew exactly who that man was. He didn't even have time to think about his name and what he used to do to him when Eric pressed play.
He saw his old foster dad pulling his four year old foster brother, Taylor Lockhart, by the arm towards a shady looking van. He then saw his fifteen year old self running out and yelling at the top of his lungs. At the same time, G was having vivid flashbacks and gripped the island so tight his knuckles were turning white. Images were popping into his mind the same moments they were flying across the screen. Sam felt his partner next to him tense and glanced at him worriedly.
"No! Don't take him please! Take me instead! Take me instead! PLEASE! He's only a little boy!" fifteen year old Callen screamed and clutched at his foster dad's arm that was holding onto Taylor. G knew what happened to the children that went into that van. They never came back.
"Get off me boy!" the man bellowed, knocking him down with the same arm. Little Taylor whimpered as the man tightened his grip on his small, little arm.
"No! Please! I'll be better than him I promise! He won't even be useful to them. He's so small, I'll be better," Callen claimed breathlessly. He stood tall this time and the elder man measured him up. The man wordlessly began dragging Taylor back to the van. Callen on the video had a look of desperation on his face, not that you could see it that well anyways. It was weirdly blurred. G. Callen watched his fifteen year old self scramble to his feet and try to get his foster father to let go of Taylor. He had to try. He had to try anything and everything possible to stop Taylor from getting into that van. Unfortunately, his scrawny form did nothing to deter the man from his task and finally figuratively sealed the boys coffin by knocking on the doors of the suspicious black van.
"Big brother?" Taylor glanced up imploringly at fifteen year old Callen with tears in his eyes.
"It's ok Taylor, I'll come for you. I'll save you, I promise!"
"NO! I don't want to go! I want to stay here with you! Big broth-" his words were cut off as arms reached out and grabbed him from the van. His scream was the last thing they all heard before the van doors were shut and it screeched away.
"Taylor! TAYLOR!" Callen screamed. He was drawing in ragged breaths and was on the verge of having a panic attack. He suddenly stopped and glared up icily at his foster father. "You're such a coward" he whispered lowly.
"What did you say to me boy?" the man yelled.
The video feed ended as soon as the man came over and slapped him harshly across the face. Everyone in the OPS room jumped. Nell and Eric were both staring at the floor while everyone else was shocked.
"What the hell was that?" Sam asked, his voice a little shaky. Eric and Nell hadn't explained before hand. All they had told them was that they had gotten a video this morning from an anonymous email.
"We honestly didn't know until we looked up the number on the license plate to find they were owned by a person who was found guilty of being involved in human trafficking a couple of years ago."
"What about the man in the video feed. Who was he?" Kensi asked.
"That was Alexander McCormick. Who is still living and resides in the very same house. He's been fostering kids since him and his wife figured out they couldn't have kids. Now, the boy taken away was Taylor Lockhart and unfortunately we couldn't identify the smaller boy since his face was blurred." Callen's head snapped up at this and practically breathed a sigh of relief. They wouldn't know it was him unless he told them. Good thing everyone else was so sickeningly entranced with the video that none of them noticed his strange behavior.
"How does this case relate to NCIS?" Deeks asked.
"The man is an ex-marine," Eric replied.
"Ok, Sam and I are going to go to the McCormick's house to take care of business. Kensi and Deeks find out as much information on these human trafficking people as possible. We need to know how many kids they have done this to and if they are still doing it." Kensi and Deeks nodded and exited OPS. Callen looked over at Eric in expectation and was answered immediately.
"I've emailed the address to the McCormick's to your cell phone and they should now be in your GPS." Callen thanked him and exited as well.
"I just don't get how people can do that to little kids," Sam rambled on in the car. Callen was in a daze however. It was almost like he was having an out-of-body experience. He knew once he got there he would have to be held back by Sam in order not to kill him. They were at a stop light when he felt a hand on his arm. He glanced up and saw Sam's worried brown eyes. "G." He didn't even need to say anything more than that. Callen shook his head and smiled at him.
"I'm good, Sam."
"You sure?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, I'll tell you if I'm about to lose my head." He smirked at him and got one in return. When they got to the place Callen noticed there wasn't any sounds of kids playing or screaming or anything. As they got out of the charger, the car doors closing was the only sound to be heard. Callen pushed the doorbell button and waited. Sam and Callen glanced at each other, thinking that no one was going to answer when the door suddenly slowly creaked opened. Callen saw a single familiar green eye peep out before the door was closed again. They heard locks unlocking and then the door fully open to reveal an elderly woman in her fifties.
"Yes?" the woman asked. Her voice was scratchy and her overall appearance was awful. Her hair was stringy and white while her pink pajamas were wrinkled.
"Hi, were Agents Callen and Hanna from NCIS and were looking for Alexander McCormick." the woman's eyes widened slightly when he told her who they were. She glanced down at the ground before motioning them to come in.
"Right this way," she said quietly. Sam sent a worried glance at Callen which he returned. This place was creepy. The blinds closed off any light from outside, making it dark. There were many old dishes littering the table surfaces in the living room and kitchen. This place was disgusting. Callen felt a surge of rage pulse through him as he glanced around at his surroundings. He hadn't lived here long as a foster child but it still didn't change what had happened to him or Taylor. The woman stopped in front of a bedroom door and opened it to reveal a man in a wheel chair.
Callen's breath caught in his throat. What the hell? How was he supposed to release all of this pent up anger at a person who couldn't even breath on his own. He stared at his oxygen tank until the man turned around.
"What?" he snapped. Oh, that sent him off. Callen angrily pulled out his handcuffs and walked over quickly to him.
"Alexander McCormick you are here by under arrest for human trafficking. You have the right to remain silent, and anything you say will be used against you in court; you have the right to consult with an attorney and have an attorney present during questioning, and if you are indigent, an attorney will be provided for you at no cost to represent you,"Callen read off his Miranda rights to him.
"I'm sorry ma'am we're going to have to bring you in for questioning as well," Sam told her quietly as Callen put the cuffs on McCormick.
"Am I under arrest?" she asked in a scared voice.
"No," Sam replied. He put a hand on her back and guided her out of the house while Callen followed suit with Mr. McCormick.
Kensi, Deeks, and Sam all sat in the boathouse watching the feed come from the interrogation room. Callen had entered five minutes ago and had not said a word since.
"Sam, is he ok?" Kensi asked, finally breaking the silence.
"I don't know," Sam whispered. Deeks and Kensi glanced at him with worried expression and then to each other. They looked up when Callen began speaking quietly.
"So, you've been fostering kids since you were thirty correct?" Callen was staring intently at the man's file. The wife was currently being watched by Hetty.
"Yes, what of it?" the man snarkly replied.
"It says here in your file that you were dishonorably discharged." Callen continued with out answering his question.
"Yes, are you going to keep stating the obvious?"
"When did you begin selling of these foster children to human traffickers? Before or after you realized you weren't getting enough money for fostering children?" Callen fixed the older man with his deadly blue eyes. The man paled considerably and his breathing became slightly louder.
"I don't know what you are talking about-"
"DON"T LIE!" Callen smacked the table and stood up. The three agents in the boat house were shocked. They had never seen Callen like this before. "We have proof of you shoving a kid into a black van owned by human traffickers on video!"
"Then why am I in here?" the man bellowed back raspily.
"How many foster children did you sell to them?" the man smirked up at him. "HOW MANY?" he grabbed him by the collar. Sam stood up in the boat house, ready to go intervene at any time. The three agents didn't notice Hetty had entered the room as well.
"Why does it matter now? They're all probably dead by now," McCormick hissed in his face. Callen let go of him and opened another file with pictures in it. They were from the video feed.
"Where is he?" Callen asked. The man smirked up at him again. "WHERE IS TAYLOR LOCKHART?" Callen bellowed and grabbed the man's shirt collar again. The door opened with a bang and Sam entered in quickly.
"Mr. Callen!" Hetty reprimanded him. Callen didn't let go.
"G, come on man." Sam had grabbed his wrists and Callen gave in.
"Stand down Mr. Callen," Hetty said in a rather cold voice.
"G. Callen" a raspy voice interrupted them. The three of them stopped and Callen's blood ran cold as the man began laughing maniacally. He then stopped to draw in a breath and sung. "Go to sleep, go to sleep." He began laughing again while Callen's face went pale. He was flashing back.
Fifteen year old G. Callen was sleeping peacefully in his bed when he was woken up by someone slowly squeaking his door open. His whole body stiffened as a large hand clapped over his mouth and looked up to see the menacing Mr. McCormick looming over him with lustful eyes. This man was a monster, worse he was the devil. Callen began struggling and whimpered when the man shook him.
"Shh, now be a good boy for me now. This won't hurt a bit if you don't resist," he hissed closely in his ear. He then roughly flung the blankets off of him and pinned him to the bed. He slowly removed his pants and that's when Callen began to squirm for his life. The man then shoved roughly into him, tearing his insides while Callen sobbed in pain. "I said. Don't. Resist." When the man was finished with his disgusting act he sloppily threw Callen's pants at him. Before he left, however, the man leaned over and whispered in his ear menacingly. "Go to sleep, go to sleep little darling," he sung. "My little Darling," he emphasized and left the room.
Callen's flashback lasted about ten seconds but his short unresponsive state was enough to worry Sam. Callen's head snapped up when he heard his partner's voice.
"G!" Sam said for the third time after asking what the hell the creepy old man was talking about. Hetty was staring at him with a curious and slightly concerned expression. G didn't respond to Sam and only stared at the vile man before him. He gave him a steely gaze and then spoke to no one in particular.
"Get this dirt bag back into holding. We have no more use for him," he said quickly and walked out. He briefly saw Hetty walk into the interrogation room and silently gave Eric the order to call Kensi to bring Mr. McCormick back to holding while Sam ran after Callen. He didn't notice however how Hetty had watched him walk away with an expression of concern upon her features.
What was going on with her agent?
Well, that's chapter 1! I honestly don't know how long this series will be but this idea just randomly popped in my head. I feel like the show definitely needs more of Callen's past in there. In order to make the show go on, however, they are probably going to drag it on for SEVERAL seasons but hey at least we get to keep watching NCIS: Los Angeles right?