Best Served Cold

by Bard15

Sam has been a SEAL & and an NCIS agent... so, when the team comes under attack, how will he protect his team when he doesn't even know who or what the enemy wants...Cameo appearances by 5-0 characters. Man, after what Sam did to Deeks in S4 finale, no one will want to read a Sam story! :P /./title short for the Shakespeare quote..."Revenge is a dish best served cold..."/./

1. Chapter 1

"...Best Served Cold"

Bard15

a/n: we all know that NCIS Office of Special Operations is top secret...that outsiders (until Chin and Danny) were Never allowed access...but with dozens of agents, technicians and support personnel coming and going...and an LAPD detective that has to have a paper trail (from LAPD) leading to the front door; can it really stay hidden forever? (I didn't watch season one...but I believe Ops was compromised at one time and they had to bug out and relocate, so this is sort of canon?)

/././././ NCIS LA /,/,/,/,/

There's chatter...always chatter...in this game of good guy verses bad guy, lie for lie, life for life: and for what really-Intel that would most likely be as worthless and obsolete in the next sixth months as a Commador-64 in the 21 century.

Sometimes Yuri wondered how he got into this game...why he stayed in the game. This constant game of tit for tat was as surprisingly tedious as it was adrenalin inducing...the players...they forever changed—but the game—take this from them, keep them from taking it from you...always the same. It was like spoiled children fighting over a coveted toy on the playground. Only these 'children' were deadly in their skills and ruthless in their pursuits...and always played for keeps.

He sighed deeply, six years; six very, very long years he had been searching...and still nothing. Not a peep...not a whisper; as though the events of that day were only a dream, unreal and elusive.

That is until just twelve short hours ago...a thread of a clue had finally revealed itself to him after so long searching. He finally peeled back enough layers to get a name...a real name...a rare and valuable commodity in this game of deceit and betrayal: more precious ...more guarded than any Intel an agent was ever sent to retrieve or protect.

Now...how to use it...what path of vengeance, he was uncertain: he had spent so long just trying to pick up the elusive trail that he never stopped to consider what he'd do with it if he ever found it.

Staring at the computer screen with the uploaded files, he clicked through the pictures showing the object of his vengeance...he also studied the other people in the photos...friends? -co-workers?-those details were only now in the process of being established and authenticated by his sources...but, just confirming that one of the individuals who had haunted his every waking hour for the last six years had finally been found...that alone was exhilarating...and somehow freeing.

That that face...now with a name, would eventually lead him to all whom he blamed for his current precarious position...for his disgrace...for his pain...for the death of one he held dear. They would pay...they would all pay.

But he was smart enough to know a direct attack against such an enemy, while being thoroughly and utterly enjoyable to witness, would end his plans before they even began. This enemy was well fortified, mostly still hiddend in shadow and extremely dangerous. He would need more specific knowledge of his enemy...he would need to carefully weigh his enemies strengths and weaknesses...keep them off-balance and guessing until the killing blow struck from the shadows. If he tipped his hand to soon, they would escape his net of vengeance.

Indeed, the vengeance would come...but after all this time, all this uncertainty that it would ever come to fruition, Yuri would step back and savor this victory...savor each and every detail to his, as yet uncalculated, path to vengeance...his mind going to the famous Shakespeare quote..."—revenge is a dish best served cold"...and his heart-it was ice cold..."