Between the Shadows
Disclaimer:I do not own anything that has anything to with my favourite T.V Show, which is best known as NCIS: Los Angeles. Which is a pity because I would love to have some fun with either Callen or Deeks. They're my favourite characters by the way and not too mention that they are both rather hot.
~ Prologue ~
To see faces from ones distorted past amongst a huge crowd is bound to cause a person to turn and run, but Callen does not do either of those two. He just continues to walk onwards. Daring himself to stare into the frightening dark eyes of his estranged partner. Many years have passed since Callen had last seen Alistair Parker and the years have not been kind.
They were partners back when Callen was with the CIA. Alistair Parker was one of Callen's many string of partners and one Callen had never wanted to see ever again. Especially with what had happened between them when they'd last seen each other.
Their partnership did not end well.
It never really was a great partnership to begin with.
Feeling the pain of old wounds throb as Callen tries not to remember the events that had unfolded. That had all happened before Hetty and Callen had crossed paths, in fact if Callen remembered correctly. Hetty had even met up with him not long after Callen was discharged from the hospital.
Even till this very day no one at the CIA had ever believed Callen when he had explained to them, about the truth behind his wounds and how he had received them. No one wanted to believe the poor orphan boy, even though he was appraised by many as one of the best undercover operatives in the entire agency that was the CIA, story, they just wanted to believe that Parker had not turned his back on the mission.
Alistair Parker was the Golden Boy amongst the agency, Thomas Parker, Alistair's father, was once a former CIA agency and once was considered one of the best, that was until Thomas had met his unfortunate end in the line of duty.
There was only one person who had believe Callen's story and that single person wasn't even part of the CIA. She was part of a different kind of agency, but not even Henrietta Lange could make them all see that Parker had blinded them with lies.
And it was all because of Alistair's traitorous finger, which had pulled the trigger that, had brought Callen to become an NCIS Special Agent in the first place. He had accepted the full risks of being part a secret unit that specializes in undercover work and among other things. After all being undercover, to pretend to be someone else, is what Callen loves to do best, as well as to help others to find their missing chapters in life and to allow them to have closure.
It was Callen's mistake of losing himself in the past in the first place for not seeing, nor even hearing, everything that was happening around him. How could he have been so foolish? His instincts was jumping and screaming at him to run and make for cover. But still he does not run. He just continues on walking, unlocking his gaze from Parker's smug face to take in the sight of a black van moving slowly towards him.
He was trapped; he had nowhere else to run too. He couldn't risk the innocent civilians to be harmed because of him. There were just too many uncalculated risks that Callen may need to make soon, hopefully before that van's passengers pluck him from the crowd.
But it was all too late for Callen to hide away amongst the crowd.
He didn't feel or even remember anyone shoving a bag to cover his face, nor did he remember blacking out.
One thing that Callen did know for sure is that Sam is going, with a little help from Kensi, who'll be aided by Deeks, to do nasty things to him if Sam were ever to find out about this.
To be continued . . . . . . . .
A/N: I know that this is a tad short but it is just only the prologue. I gotta leave you all to stew on your thoughts and to allow you to ponder on what is to come, and most importantly what is to happen to our fearless leader. You don't have to review if you want but it wouldn't hurt either. This after all my first NCIS: LA cover story.