Chapter Two
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Chapter Two
Callen winced as he walked through the streets, his mobility was so lacking at that moment that he wasn't even cleared to drive yet- so walking was his only option if he didn't want to involve one of the NCIS team- and at that moment in time they were the last people that he wanted to see. He needed to get his head straight- to sort through his jumbled thoughts and work out what he was to do next. The head injury he had sustained had been severe and for all that he knew his options could be somewhat limited by it anyway, he sighed as his thoughts hit a brick wall. Ever since he was able to take his fate into his hands he had worked for a government agency, he had spent so long pretending to be somebody else that some of the time he could barely remember who G Callen really was- not that he had ever really known who he was. To know who you are you have to know where you came from, at least to know your name- something he was beginning to doubt he ever would. He shook his head as his thoughts travelled in circles, dropping into the depths of depression that he was struggling to escape. He knew that Nate would have a field day with his current thoughts, and the shrink would have little choice other than to pull his badge- even without his physical state being in question.
He had never really doubted his own abilities before- he was good at his job because he was able to immerse himself in being anybody and anything that he wanted, spin a web of stories and lies full of half-truths without even blinking. He had always been known as a ghost, but he imagined that whoever had come up with the nickname had no idea how true it probably was. He barely existed- and not completely through choice. No he felt in the pit of his stomach that this time there was no going back- there was no forgiving or forgetting the water that had passed under the bridge, even if he wanted to- and at that moment of time he didn't.
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Sam couldn't help the glare that he sent towards the Ops Manager- he resented her, there was no other way to word it. He was seething at her- all she had to do was to speak with his stubborn partner and maybe just maybe he would be convinced to stay, but she wouldn't do. He struggled to understand why the woman wouldn't do anything in her power to make Callen stay- she wanted him to leave as little as Sam did, so why wasn't she doing anything to prevent it? He had thoughts running through his mind that he never imagined would be linked to the Ops manger- a woman that he respected as much as any other, yet now was so disappointed in her that he could barely contain his contempt for her. He had never ever considered her a coward- but her unwillingness to speak to the senior agent was in his eyes an act of cowardice- Sam could think of no other explanation. He sighed as he slammed his laptop shut- it was pointless even pretending to work, everything seemed pointless if Callen didn't return to them- yet there was nothing that he could do to change it, only one person could and she was apparently far too busy ignoring the situation.
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Hetty could feel the weight of the glare aimed at her from her senior agent. She could even understand it, but she just couldn't do it. She had held her secrets her entire life, Callen had been entrusted to her for good reason and she had withheld things from him of that there was no doubt, but it had all been for his own protection. She loved that boy- as much as any mother could love a son, and it broke her heart to see him so damaged and broken knowing that it would take one conversation to begin to fix it, yet she couldn't. She couldn't give him the answers that he so desperately sought- it would put him in harm's way and in his current condition there was little he could do to protect himself.
She had to do something, inaction rarely solved anything- but for once she found herself without any answers, but somehow she felt as though she was running out of time.
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Nate Getz took a deep breath as he stepped off the plane, squinting in the bright sunlight. It had been a long time since he had set foot in LA- and as usual he wished it was in better circumstances. The director himself had contacted him this time- which in itself had set alarm bells ringing for the now seasoned agent. From what he had been told the OSP team was falling apart at the seams almost beyond repair- a state of affairs that Washington were less than happy about.
He knew that the team were likely to be beyond surprised to see him- yet somehow he also knew that this time the main obstacle would be the Ops manager herself. He didn't relish the idea of trying to get any straight answers from the canny operative, but he knew it would be necessary if he was to stand a chance of bringing the team back together.
He wasn't pleased with the news he had heard in relation to Callen- the man was always like a brick wall to get information from, and somehow Nate sensed that this time would be no different, yet he also suspected that this time he needed him more than ever.
End Chapter Two
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