Say Something
By shaz1
None of the recognised characters belong to me.
This is a sequel to Bring Him Home- please take the time to review!
Say Something
"Talk to me G" Sam asked, his voice a bear whisper against the still of the night.
"What do you want to talk about?" Callen asked, his gaze lost on the bottle of beer he clutched in his hand.
"Are you coming back?" Sam asked- cutting to the chase and asking the question that caused his gut to churn at the thought of the possible responses.
"There is no going back Sam" Callen finally replied, placing the bottle on the decking beside him and getting unsteadily to his feet- his latest excursion causing him more discomfort than he had ever imagined, he limped out of the back yard- he had no idea here he was going he just had to get away. He knew that he had compounded the hurt that his friend was feeling and he hated himself for it, but in his mind he had no option. His head was a whirl of indecision- he had been betrayed by the one person that he had always thought he could rely on, the fact that she had then come riding to his rescue when he had been captured in Eastern Europe confused the matter in his mind, but he couldn't delete the hurt he felt.
Sam found himself unable to move as his partner's words hit him- he couldn't believe that Callen was really going. This would be it for the team, the end of everything that had held them together as a unit for the last four years and it would be destroyed in the blink of an eye. He had no idea how he could move forward from this- NCIS was his family, but only because of the brother he had found in his partner. He couldn't imagine going to Ops and not having Callen there with the gleam in his blue eyes and the smug grin on his face.
"What are you going to do?" Sam asked, his voice breaking as he spoke. Callen sighed as he sat down on the sole chair that he owned, his recent injuries not allowing him his usual perch on the floor.
"I have no idea Sam" he replied honestly, rubbing his trembling hand over his face as his headache increased- yet more souvenirs of his recent injuries.
"Don't throw all of this away G- talk to her" Sam pleaded, recognising that his partner was reaching his limits.
"I have nothing left to say to her Sam" Callen stated simply, getting to his feet and heading to his bedroom to his trusty bedroll- intent on at least getting some sleep that night. Sam sat in the vacated chair, his worry for his friend increasing by the second as he pondered how the hell to stop this path of self-destruction that the younger man seemed set on.
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Hetty couldn't concentrate, for the first time in her career she was allowing personal emotions to distract her. It had been two months since her agent had returned to US soil, although his recovery was far from over. His injuries had been severe and for a period of time his very survival balanced on a knife edge, she thanked every god that she could think of that the gifted agent had survived his ordeal, even if he was far from being fully healed.
She could feel the agent slipping away from her, and it made her feel sick to her stomach. If only he would hear out, at least listen to her side of the story- then maybe she could start to make things right. She desperately wanted that chance; she just had no idea of how to get it.
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Callen couldn't sleep, his insomnia was worse than usual as things whirled around in his head. He couldn't continue to work for an agency that had caused yet another betrayal. The agent at Washington that had blown his cover on his latest op had finally been identified and was facing treason charges. It wasn't enough, nothing could make up for the betrayal from Hetty and his latest injuries paled into insignificance compared with the pain he felt at the information his ops manager had withheld. He blinked his eyes stinging as a rush of pain pulsated through his battered body. No, there was no way that he could stay here- no way he could go to the same building day in and day out as her. He felt a lump in his throat at the thought of never seeing Sam again, never seeing Kensi's smile- hell he would even miss the stupid comments of their LAPD liaison. He had no option, as much as it made him feel sick to the stomach he had to walk away and never look back.
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"You need to talk to G" Sam stated, his arms folded across his chest as he looked at the petite woman in front of him. He had left his partner's house and headed straight to the office suspecting correctly that the Ops Manager would be burying her head in the sand and staying at work.
"He doesn't want to talk to me Mr Hanna" she responded with a sigh.
"He is leaving Hetty" he stated as he sat down with a sigh. "Selling the house and walking away"
"I don't know how to stop him Sam" she told him, her voice cracking with unusual emotion to her words.
"You have to explain why you have never told him- or we are all going to lose him forever" Sam warned as he got to his feet. His expression as serious as she had ever seen as he faced the very real threat of losing his brother. She only hoped she could be strong enough to hold the team together- for if Callen left she knew that it would crumble apart all around her.
End Chapter one
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