God, I can't believe it...as if there wasn't enough of that damn, disgusting, horrific, sickening, loathsome densi SHIT I have to weed through to find even a half way decent story on this site...now, after that S4 finale, that's all I'm gonna find after that wretched, overly-melodramatic, lame-assed kiss!
And already the epi tags are pouring in...need I remind you folks that Deeks was not the only one affected by all of this...Sam is also being tortured...Javier ratted out Sam to get back at Callen, who is now eat up with the anger & guilt...Deeks and Sam are due a BIG "bromance" moment /that is not overly chatty and OOC—which is all I've read so far/ & the females are likely scared shitless & needing to "rescue" their men! (which I find amusing)
So, anyway, I'm going try my shot at a TEAM tag that explores the whole TEAM's feelings about this whole messed up Op...& that DENSI SHIT DOES NOT exist in my world…so don't insult me by asking for it!
When All Is Said and Done
Chapter 1
a/n: when it is all said and done...when the adrenalin is no longer pumping through your veins...when the case is over & the bombs safely locked away, physical hurts tended, reports filed with "I's" dotted and "T's" crossed...can you look in the mirror and be proud of what you accomplished...the countless millions you saved...can you live with words casually tossed out, decisions made under duress & sacrifices endured in the name of-country-duty-loyalty-and family...
…..NCIS LA...
/David/ /Agent/
Callen was nearly incapacitated in his rage and shock at what was printed across Javier's eyelids...his partner...his team was in mortal danger, could very well die this very day...could be dead at this very moment and he was totally helpless.
Memories of the year before assaulted him as his mind replayed in vivid detail the explosion from the previous year when Javier had set up his team to die in an abandoned warehouse. His gut clenched as he remembered watching Deeks and Kensi fly out of the warehouse; the concussive force of the explosion propelling them forcefully into the parking lot...where the two younger agents lay unmoving: adding to those tense moments was the realization that he didn't have eyes on Sam...
Javier just stared dispassionately at the furious agent: although the felon took great satisfaction in the grief he was inflicting on the agent he blamed for his downfall, he none the less kept the extreme satisfaction from his face...at least for the moment. While he was not lying...he did want to die...he, too, wanted to savor this victory just a little while longer, and so chose not to openly taunt the agent.
Slamming the arms dealer against a post, Callen demanded angrily, "What is Siderov planning...?"
"The relationship I have with Siderov is strictly professional...what he does in his spare time..." Javier stated with a mild shrug.
"What's happening to my team...?" Callen ground out angrily.
Meeting the agent's angry gaze, Javier answered with an equal calm, "I. Don't. Know...and, if I did..."
Javier's indifferent shrug and mild smirk only fueled Callen's anger.
Callen backed up a step and struck the arms dealer forcefully across the face, growling out venomously, "I will kill you..."
Shaking his head and gently prodding his split lit, Javier straightened and said pointedly, "of course you will agent Callen..."
"Mr. Callen, stand down..." Hetty's voice rang out through the boat shed, causing both men to look up at the screen.
"Hetty...Sam's been comprised...maybe Michelle...we have to get them out of there..." Callen explained quickly.
Hetty just nodded, "Agent Blye is with Michelle Hanna...but we have lost contact with Agent Hanna and Detective Deeks..."
"Both of them..." Callen choked out.
"Siderov made Sam, we don't know how..." Eric cut in only to be interrupted by Callen.
"I do..." Callen snapped, glaring at Javier.
"Mr. Deeks moved in as back up and we lost his comma signal moments later..." Hetty continued.
"Eric send me the address...and track down Kensi and Michelle...see if they can meet me there..." Callen demanded as he headed towards the door, pointing behind him he ordered the armed agents, "put him in a hole...I'll deal with him later..."
"Ms. Blye was following Agent Hanna; Siderov sent her off with the two women..." Hetty reported.
"We don't know if Siderov made Michelle...he might be trying to split up the team. We don't have time for subtlety...have Kensi and Michelle bring 'em in...see what they can tell us..." Callen replied shortly.
"Agreed..."Hetty replied, "stay in touch..."
"Will do..." Callen said as he climbed into his car.
….ncis la...
Despite the danger to his team, Callen reigned in his fear and cautiously approached the house...gun drawn...
He made his way quickly through the house, encountering no opposition...and thankfully, no bodies...
He made it through the house and to the back slider, peering cautiously out into the back yard and pool...breathing a sigh of relief that the pool too was free of 'bodies'.
Making his way out on the deck he surveyed the area critically...there was a large, wet area on the far side of the pool that had yet to dry in the California sun. Callen approached it slowly grimacing at the smaller, dark congealed puddle mixing with the drying water on the concrete of the pool deck.
Kneeling to touch the congealing spot to confirm it as drying blood his eyes caught a glint in the bushes; moving towards the object he was stricken to note that it was Deeks service revolver. Reaching down to pick up the weapon, he noted flecks of dried blood on the grip...his eyes moving back to the blood pool on the concrete...one of his team was likely hurt...and the large, drying spot of water conjured all sorts of unpleasant images as to the state Deeks and Sam could be in.
Callen closed his eyes tightly for a moment, taking in a releasing a heavy sigh as he willed his heart to slow its thunderous beat against his chest and attempted to reign in his mounting fear and anger.
Finally he called into Ops, "Hetty...they were here...they're gone...no sign of them-but...I found Deeks service weapon...and a small pool of blood—doesn't look like enough to indicate either of them were shot...but...well, anyway, need a unit out here to process this scene. Eric, I need you to pull up every last bit of camera footage we have of this area...I want to know where Siderov took them..."
"Already on it...that is a high priced community, just put in in the last three years...actually has state of the art security...each house comes equipped with a full security system and there are cameras at every cross street..." Eric reported, adding, "I'll need to hack into the security companies on-line system to access the individual house cameras, but I can pull up the city traffic cams..."
"How 'bout Kensi and Michelle...?" Callen asked.
"They are currently experiencing some difficulties of their own..." Hetty replied.
"Are they alright...?" Callen demanded.
"They will be...they have one of the women in custody...unfortunately, the other one escaped..." Nell interjected.
"No doubt she's gonna try to contact Siderov...probably means Michelle's cover is blown too..." Callen stated.
"Which means besides Mr. Hanna and Mr. Deeks...Michelle, and anyone with her, is also in grave danger..." Hetty said.
"Have them take the prisoner back to the boat shed...Michelle should be safe enough there for the time being and we need to find out what the woman knows..." Callen directed.
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Callen noted that Kensi's bike and Michelle's SUV were parked at the boat shed when he arrived and he wasted no time barreling into the building, demanding, "anything...?"
Michelle nodded to the interrogation rooms, "she's not talking...yet..."
"Eric has the footage, we were waiting for you..." Kensi said.
Ops flashed onto the screen and the three agents immediately took in the stiff demeanor of the operations manager and the ragged, almost shell-shocked look of their tech.
"Hetty...?" Callen questioned.
"Need I remind you that we still have a case to finish...Siderov still has those bombs in his possession..." Hetty began tightly.
"Hetty, what is it...what happened to Sam..." Michelle interrupted.
"As you're aware Sam was compromised by Javier...Mr. Deeks went in to offer assistance and we lost his comm signal..."
"But Callen didn't find either of them at the house..." Kensi said.
"No, because Siderov indeed has them both..." Hetty replied.
"And we're sure of this..." Callen prodded.
Hetty nodded and turned to Eric, who said hollowly, "I hacked the houses system..."
The screen flashed to the backyard of the house where Siderov took Sam and Michelle...they watched the silent video as Sam and Siderov exchanged dialogue and Sam accepted the case being cuffed to his wrist...Michelle and Kensi both gasped in surprise and horror when Sam was attacked from behind and fell, unconscious into the pool...seconds later Deeks appeared on the screen, gun drawn-even without audio, the look on Deeks face was enough to show the anguish and uncertainty the detective felt at being alone in the choice of taking down Siderov or saving Sam. The reason for the lost comm signal became obvious when Deeks made this choice and threw his gun aside and dove into the pool after his stricken team mate.
The agents in the shed were white knuckling the next few minutes as they watched Deeks hoist Sam out of the pool, surprisingly with the help of some of Siderov's men. Callen's face was a mask of intense trepidation and he dared a glance at Michelle and Kensi as they watched Deeks look for a pulse. Kensi placed a comforting hand on Michelle's shoulder when the woman gasped out a pained, "No, god, no..." and put a hand to her mouth as they watched Deeks began CPR on her husband.
After several tense moments they saw the detective rock back on his haunches and appear to breathe a sigh of relief...although Deeks didn't look up it was apparent he was answering a question the Russian had directed towards him. Apparently satisfied with the answer, Siderov gave one of his men a subtle signal and soon Deeks was sprawled across the still unconscious Sam...one of Siderov's men having struck the detective from behind as he tended to his injured team mate.
They agents watched as Siderov motioned to his men and soon both Sam and Deeks were loaded into an SUV parked in the driveway.
"Eric, were you able to follow them...?" Callen ground out.
"We were able to follow them through town...but once they left the city limits the cameras are set farther apart...we have the SUV passing the camera at mile marker 40 ...but they never passed by the next camera that is at marker 55..." Eric reported.
"So, somewhere between marker 47 and 55 they left the road..." Callen reiterated.
"But it's an old industrial area through there...saw its heyday in the late 80's..." Nell spoke up, "most of the area has been abandoned..."
"Can we trace ownership of any of the buildings to any of Siderov's aliases or shell companies...?" Michelle demanded, suddenly finding her voice.
"I have Siderov's company holdings running through county records now..." Nell said.
"We can't just sit here..." Kensi said, "Siderov knows they're agents...he's going to..."
Callen shook his head, "No...Siderov wants something..." looking towards Sam's wife he continued, "why else would he have taken them and not just killed them at the house..."
Michelle nodded slowly, "He'll want to know how deep agents are embedded in his organization...whether it's safe to go through with the sale..."
"So that buys us some time..." Kensi queried.
If possible Michelle's features became even more creased with worry as she shook her head, "if Siderov wants information...he has some very...'persuasive' ways of getting it..."
"Torture..." Callen all but growled.
"I know Sam has...I know he has faced a lot with his time in the SEALs..." Michelle choked out with uncertainty, "but Siderov...he is one vicious son of a bitch..."
Kensi and Callen exchanged fearful looks...while no man could withstand interrogation and torture indefinitely and would eventually concede to their torturers or die, Sam being no exception: their real fear was for Deeks. Sam had the training as a SEAL and as an agent on counter-interrogation techniques...had withstood torture on past assignments; and would hold out past human endurance, but the detective was a different story. While the agents knew Deeks could hold his own against the best of them-on the street, with the thugs, drug dealers, even human traffickers...but a man of Siderov's reputation-the detective had very little experience or training for that caliber of felon.
"Callen..." Kensi gasped worriedly.
"I know..." the agent replied, looking towards Michelle he asked, "...the woman give you anything..."
"No...but she's a hired gun...I really don't think she knows anything," Michelle said, "Siderov tended to compartmentalize...whatever you were hired for—that's what you knew...and I think I was there job..."
"You think he made you as an agent...?" Callen asked.
Shaking her head, Michelle answered, "I don't know...but, it didn't seem my 'friends' were inclined to question me...Siderov might have just wanted to tie up loose ends or kill me for being dumb enough to bring an agent into his organization..."
"So, what now..." Kensi pushed.
Turning back towards the Ops screen, Callen asked, "Eric...anything...?"
"We've gone through about half the land tracts...so far, nothing..." Eric reported.
Exchanging looks with the two female agents, Callen said, "Hetty, we can't sit around here; we're gonna head out that way...Eric can send us the address when he narrows the search..."
"Very well Mr. Callen...I will have a tactical unit standing by..." Hetty replied.
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"Perhaps we will try the weaker one...that partner of yours..." Siderov said conversationally as he circled Sam like the predator he was.
The words chilled him to his core despite the burning pain raging through his body. He was barely withstanding the extreme tactics Siderov was employing to extract information from him...the Russian sure didn't waste time on small talk and pleasantries-rather going right for the jugular in his rather forceful interrogation techniques...going in for the kill rather than building up the pain and fear in his victims.
That told Sam that Siderov was getting desperate...and that made him all the more dangerous and unpredictable. If his first line of torture was the "electric chair", Sam was sickened to think of what the Russian had in mind for the detective that dared interfere with his plans. Sam knew that the sudden appearance of a lone LAPD detective must have confused Siderov...agents and spies he would expect that was an expected risk of the business: but one lone police officer from the locality...the Russian had to be wondering how the LA police even knew of him.
"Not weak..." Sam gasped out.
"He chose to save you rather than complete his mission...he is weak...let's emotion cloud his judgment..." Siderov commented.
"Not weakness...teamwork..." Sam spat out, disgusted to think that but mere hours earlier he held opinions not to dissimilar to Siderov's of Deeks abilities to do this job professionally with the seriousness and commitment it required.
Siderov shrugged, patting Sam on the shoulder, "we shall see about that..."
One of Siderov's men opened the connecting door and Sam got his first look at the detective since they had been taken. Deeks was sitting in a wooden chair (so no electric chair for him), tied to the chair in a similar fashion as Sam.
Turning his gaze to the detectives face he noted Deeks eyes were fastened on the clamps on Sam's chair, and the agent knew Deeks had an idea of what had just happened. While the connecting door had glazed windows, making anything on the opposite side indistinct and hazy, one could none the less see the shadows of the tortures going on within the room.
"So perhaps you will not be so stubborn as your partner...you will answer one simple question for me...yes..." Siderov asked.
"I already told you...I'm LAPD...I heard the disturbance and came to investigate...I don't even know the guy..." Deeks said.
"Really...how is it that an LAPD detective would be in such a position to 'investigate' a disturbance..." Siderov countered.
"Hey...you're not the only criminal in the city...I was meeting a snitch..." Deeks countered quickly.
"A snitch...in a neighborhood that offers half a million dollar houses and you are meeting one of these 'snitches'..." Siderov said in utter disbelief.
Deeks nodded, "hey...high priced crime calls for a high priced snitch..."
"What is the saying...'will give you points for trying...no...'" Siderov said as he walked behind Deeks and put both hands on the detective's shoulders while nodding to one of his men.
Sam watched as Deeks struggled what little his bonds allowed, while the man put the brace in the detective's mouth; noting the look of confusion and mounting fear in Deeks eyes at the absolute uncertainty of what he was about to endure. Unfortunately, Sam had an idea of what Siderov was planning...he had heard of some of the tortures of the old Russian regime used on its political enemies and was as horrified as the detective when the drill came into play.
Sam cringed at the chocked screams of pain that came from his team mate...worse than enduring torture was to witness someone else be subjected to it. The whir of the drill and Deeks muffled screams seemed to last a lifetime...but if Sam were to have been in a position to note the time on a clock his lifetime was actually only measured in bursts of several seconds.
He didn't know how long it was before his mind registered the fact that the drill was still running but the screams had stopped...filling him with an overpowering feeling of rage, guilt and fear. Seconds later the drill stopped and the 'torturer' stepped aside to reveal a now unconscious Deeks drooped forward as far as his bonds would allow...blood pouring from the detective's mouth, one side of his face already swollen, deeply bruised and misshapen—no doubt the drill had hit the bone of the jaw and broken it...Deeks wouldn't be talking now, even if he wanted too.
Sam openly grimaced as Siderov grabbed the unconscious man roughly by the hair and pulled his head up...the blood suddenly reversing direction to go down the detective's throat, causing the man to begin to choke feebly on his own blood.
"He is useless to us now..." Siderov spat angrily, throwing Deeks head forward.
Sam watched horrified and helpless as the choking brought Deeks to a semi-conscious state...enough to panic the disoriented man when he couldn't pull in air, causing him to buck wildly against his restraints.
"Enough..." Siderov raged, backhanding to detective back to unconsciousness.
Though the slap no doubt aggravated Deeks wound, Sam was still grateful that unconsciousness meant that the detective would again start breathing normally.
…..NCIS LA...
a/n: now, some of this may be a little off...I only saw the S4 finale once and somehow missed almost the entire scene of Deeks rescuing Sam from the pool...so I don't know how much of that scene was actually played out on screen...& I fleshed out some of the scenes more that were skimmed over...