Together

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Not Betad, every mistake is my own. Note: English is not my first lanuage.

Team-fic. The team faces a mad man bent on revenge.

'Hit him.'

'No!'

'Hit him or I'll shoot your partner.' Johnson said, his gun pointing at Sam's back. Sam was tightly tied to a chair. His wrists raw from trying to pull the bindings loose.

'No' This time it was Kensi, also secured to a chair.

Johnson made a show of flicking of the safety of the gun. Deeks watched the scene play out. His hands were cuffed behind his back. Only Callen was free to move. Deeks looked at Callen who was at a loss. Callen caught his eye. Deeks nodded, he didn't want to be responsible for Sam getting shot. Callen slowly moved to Deeks.

'Do it.' Johnson's voice was menacing.

Callen punched Deeks. Deeks had no protection. He was expecting the blow, but without his hands he had no way of deflecting. Callen might have pulled his punch, that did not prevent Deeks from stumbling. It took the detective only a moment before he righted himself, looking like the punch didn't hurt him the least. If it hadn't been for the split lip Callen wouldn't have known he had been hit.

'Again. Don't stop until I tell you to.'

'I am sorry.' Callen whispered before attacking Deeks again. Hit after hit fell on the unprotected detective. After another hit to his head Deeks stumbled again. Callen felt his next hit Deeks in the ribs unprotected. He felt, more than heard the crack. He felt ill. Stopping his attack. He couldn't do this anymore.

Deeks crashed to the ground, on his knees. Trying to catch his breath. It wasn't the first time he had broken a rib, but he always forgot how much it hurt.

Johnson looked at the agent and the cop and decided it was enough for now. He threw a pair of cuffs toward Callen. 'Cuff yourself to the pipe.' He said pointing to the wall.

Callen looked from Sam, still with a gun pointed to him, to Deeks. He didn't have a choice. He picked up the cuffs and moved to the wall.

'Behind your back.'

He cuffed himself to the pipe. Johnson walked to him to check the cuffs. Aiming the gun at Callen this time. He tightened the cuffs, making them bite in Callen's wrists. Suddenly Johnson was on the ground the gun fallen from his grasp. Deeks had thrown himself at the man. Before Callen could do anything Johnson had moved, picked up the gun and pistol whipped Deeks. Deeks fell unconscious while Johnson moved away from him. He looked pissed, but said nothing when he left the room.

The op had started fairly easy. One of Callen's contacts had information about smuggled weapons. He had gotten a time and a place where the weapons were being sold. Callen would go in, as one of his aliases. He would try and get a looked at the weapons, possibly learn where they came from. The team would wait until his signal, then arrest everybody and confiscate the weapons.

However, what happened was: he walked in and immediately a dozen guns had been pointed his way. It had been a set up. While he was bound, the men walked the perimeter and took out his team one by one.

Deeks had been the last one. He had nearly escaped and had managed to call Hetty before being captured himself. He had played a lost tourist, you had enough of them in LA. It would have worked too, if one of the men hadn't been arrested by the detective in the past. Six against one were bad odds, even in his book.

By the time he was brought to this room Kensi and Sam were already tied to a chair. Callen was again free to move but the guns pointed at Sam and Kensi prevented him from doing anything rash.

Deeks hands were cuffed behind his back. The men left the room leaving one man behind. The man introduced himself as Johnson, which was obviously an alias. He stood behind the chair Sam was in. Sam was pulling on his binding, trying to loosen them up. They were too tight, he only managed to chafe his wrists.

'Welcome to your hell.' Johnson said.

'Why are you doing this?'

'If you wanted us over you could have just called.' Deeks and Callen responded at the same time.

'Revenge.' Johnson ignored the detective. 'You killed my brother.'

'I killed a lot of men in my time you have to be a little more specific.' Callen replied channeling Deeks.

'No I don't. Now….' The reply was. 'Hit the detective.'

'What?' Callen's mind didn't cooperate. Deeks looked equally shocked. But both of them had nothing on Kensi. 'No!' She shouted almost immediately.

'Hit him.'

'No.' Callen's mind caught up with him.

'Hit him or I'll shoot your partner.' Johnson said, his gun pointing at Sam's back.

Deeks had fallen partly on his chest near Callen's feet.

'Deeks' He whispered. Trying to get the detective to open his eyes.

'What happened? Who is this guy?' Sam asked.

'It was a setup.' Callen replied. Sam understood that much already, but let it go. Now was not the time.

'Can you get loose?' Sam asked instead. Callen usually carried a bobby pin.

'Maybe.' Callen had already found the pin, but the tightness of the cuffs restricted his movements.

Deeks groaned. He started moving, but found that his head hurt like hell and the world was spinning. 'Great a concussion.' He muttered, figuring no one would hear him.

'Deeks? How are you? And don't say you're fine.' Kensi said. Deeks was just as bad as the rest of them concerning hiding injuries.

'He has a concussion' Callen answered instead. 'And at least one broken rib.' He added guiltily, doubting Deeks would have mentioned it.

'I'm good.' There he hadn't said he was fine. 'We need to focus on getting out of here.' He continued, before Kensi could reply. The look she gave him told him this wasn't over, but before she could say anything Johnson returned.

'You're awake. Good. We can continue.' He walked to Deeks and pulled him to his feet. Deeks had no choice to cooperate. The room was moving too fast, he doubted he would be able to stand on his own. Johnson dragged him to the center of the room and let him go. Deeks crumbled to the floor. Johnson took advantage of this and pulled rope out of his jacket. He forced Deeks upon his knees, without much resistance. He tied his ankles together and then the tied the cuffs to the rope, effectively holding the detective in the vulnerable position.

'Now it someone else's turn.' Johnson looked from Sam to Kensi. He stood up, made sure that Deeks wouldn't fall over and walked to Sam. Johnson pulled out his dagger. Sam just watched as Johnson cut loose one of his hands and then gave him the dagger, before walking back to Deeks.

'Cut yourself loose.'

'What is the catch?' Sam asked while he cut through the bindings.

Johnson waited until Sam was done freeing himself. 'Now stab your partner.' There was an evil glint in his eyes. His gun was out and now pointing to Deeks' head.

'No.' Sam stated calmly, although he was anything but calm. He was now armed all he had to do was get Johnson away from Deeks and they might be able to escape.

Johnson cocked his gun, Deeks closed his eyes, they were so heavy. The world finally stopped spinning so much, but the gun near his head was making it hard not to freak out.

'I'll kill him and then you before can get halfway.' Johnson said. 'I'll even have hostages left. His life means nothing to me.' To make a point he moved the gun away from Deeks' head and to his left shoulder and pulled the trigger.

'Aaaah.' Deeks was biting back a scream. Pain flared trough his arm.

'Deeks.' All three agents shouted at the same time.

Johnson gave a small but threatening smile. He aimed his gun back at the detective's head. 'Now stab your partner with that dagger or I'll kill your detective.'

Deeks could think of a couple smart replies to that statement, but decided now was not the time. Besides that he seriously doubted he could open his mouth without throwing up his lunch. He saw Sam move to Callen. He could almost hear Sam thinking about his options. Perhaps he could throw the dagger, but Johnson was hiding behind Deeks and he couldn't risk killing Deeks himself. Kensi would murder him.

'Where?' Sam voice was as low as Callen had ever heard it. They had played the corrupt agent betrays his partner routine. Sam had punched Callen more than enough times, but had always been able to pull his punches, make as little damage as possible. He feared a few specks of blood wouldn't be enough.

'I don't care where you stab him. However if I don't find it sufficient, you'll just have to do it again.' Johnson was clearly enjoying himself. Sam glanced at Deeks, who seemed just moments away from passing out.

Sam tested the dagger, it seemed sharp enough. He had enough medical training to make it a clean wound. Callen saw his partner struggle. It wasn't as if he was looking forward to it, but he sat down and stretched his left leg in front of him. Hoping Sam understood the message.

'When he has done what you asked you have to let him look at Deeks.' Callen was aiming this at Johnson. There was no doubt in his mind that Sam would do it. Johnson just looked bored. With a slight nod of his head Callen told Sam he was ready or at least as ready as he was going to get.

Sam took a deep breath and stabbed the knife in Callen's leg before he could hesitate. Callen bit his lip, desperate not to make a sound. He wouldn't make this worse for his partner. Kensi had paled, Deeks was slowly getting unresponsive. Callen was breathing heavy from the pain, but he nodded again. Sam pulled the dagger back out. All the color was drained from Callen's face. His leg was steadily getting darker with blood. Sam knew he hadn't hit anything fatal. It would hurt like hell and Callen wouldn't be able to walk on his own for a few days. But one look at Johnson and he knew the leg had been a good decision.

'Now throw down the dagger and walk back to the chair.' Johnson was pleased.

Sam doubted only for a second, before deciding this was a battle he couldn't win and laid down the dagger. He moved slowly, to show Johnson he wouldn't do anything, back to the chair. Johnson moved away from Deeks to the dagger, his gun now trained on Sam. Deeks collapsed without the support Johnson had been offering. Johnson picked up the dagger and left the room. Leaving Sam unbound.

'Deeks' Sam rushed to the fallen detective. He undid the binding on his legs, but couldn't undo the cuffs. It was hard to find a comfortable position for him.

'Deeks wake up.' Sam nudged the now unconscious cop.

'Untie me.' Kensi said. She needed to be there helping her partner. Sam quickly moved to her and started working on the bindings of a wrist.

'Got it.' Callen had finally managed to open one of the cuffs holding him in place. He moved his arms in front of him and started working on his other wrist. Sam got one of Kensi wrists free and started on her ankles. Soon she was free as well.

She rushed to Deeks and Sam rushed to Callen. He knew Callen would need the help to get to Deeks.

'Deeks.' Kensi whispered. Deeks eyes fluttered.

'Come on open your eyes.'

Deeks seemed to listen to his partner as he opened his eyes slowly. Kensi could see his dilated pupils, the obvious sign of concussion. Callen collapsed next to Deeks and started working on his cuffs. When his cuffs were lose they pulled of his shirt and lay him on his right side, not to injure his broken rib more. Kensi pressed the shirt against the bullet wound, which was still bleeding.

Callen tried to suppress the guilt when he looked at Deeks chest. Deeks chest, especially his left side, was one big bruise. He pulled his belt of and gave it to Kensi. She tied it around the shirt.

'Now what?' Sam asked. They were all free, but Deeks and probably Callen wouldn't be able to walk by themselves. How were they going to fight a dozen men?

'Now we get out of here.' Callen's voice was steady, no one would dare doubting him. 'Sam you'll have to carry Deeks. Kensi take the front, I'll have your backs.'

'How? You can barely stand.' Kensi asked.

'What do we do when we encounter somebody?'

'We take them out.' Even wounded Callen sounded dangerous. 'No one messes with my team.' He pulled himself in a standing position and tested his leg. It hurt like hell, but he would manage. They needed to get Deeks to a hospital.

'You should bind you leg.' Sam watched the bloodstain grow. It Callen was going to use his legs the wound wouldn't close. He ripped the sleeve from his shirt and picked up a piece of rope.

'With that?'

'Better than nothing. Otherwise you will lose too much blood.'

'Just do it Callen, then we'll move.'

Callen sighed, but obeyed. He made sure the rope was tight enough. No point in bleeding out. Sam watched Callen work and when he was satisfied, he nodded. 'Let's go.'

Kensi took point at the door. Finding it unlocked. 'Finally a break.' She muttered too low for the men of her team to hear. She listened and carefully opened the door. She ended in the hallway. She had to find an exit. The building they were being kept in was close to the beach. The beach meant witnesses, possible even allies.

First time I tried a multi chapter story. Hope you enjoyed it.

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