Chapter Two
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Chapter Two
"Have you heard from him?" Sam asked his Ops manager, arms folded across his muscular chest.
"Not a peep Mr Hanna, and to be perfectly honest I don't expect to" Hetty replied with a sigh. "Your partner made his feelings extremely clear- and he generally isn't one to go back on his decisions"
"You need to fix this Hetty" Sam stated softly.
"I don't know if I can"
"Callen can't work with you if he doesn't trust you- you need to regain his trust, this team cannot function without him" Sam warned knowing that he was making his personal feelings clear.
"You mean that you can't function without him Mr Hanna?" Hetty queried, knowing how close the partners were.
"Just fix this Hetty" the former seal requested quietly, his tone making it clear how desperate he was for her to solve the seemingly impossible situation.
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Callen winced as he flexed his fingers his entire arm throbbing as the broken bones made themselves known again. He didn't doubt that he had done the right thing in walking away from OSP- his time there was done, the moment that Hetty revealed she had known his mother all along was the moment that his life had started slipping away along with his trust in everything that he knew. His only regret as the team- they had never let him down, never failed to follow him and always supported him whether they agreed with his actions or not. He couldn't help but feel that he had let them down somehow by just walking away without fully explaining why. Their friendship had meant everything to him over recent years and he wouldn't trade that for the World- but he had no choice other than to leave, every single part of his being had screamed at him to go and he couldn't ignore that. He knew that Sam had to be going crazy and would probably be baying for his blood about now- that's if he wasn't already bracing up the Ops Manager.
He sighed to himself rolling his neck to relieve some of the tension from his shoulders as he contemplated what tomorrow brought. He had an early flight out to Kiev- with Kort by his side, something that he hadn't counted on.
Three weeks earlier he had presented his resignation to the director, giving no explanation as to why- but somehow he hadn't needed to as Vance was far too aware of what had occurred between the senior members of the LA team. Less than an hour later Vance was on the videophone to him and offering him a way out- a solo mission to Eastern Europe and then the reins of a task force upon his completion. This was his cup of tea, working alone undercover and utilising his beloved language skills- honed over years and years of practice and work. Even the thought of a new team piqued his interest as he would be free to mould it how he pleased. He shook his head to clear his thoughts- he needed to put thoughts of that out of his mind and focus on the mission at hand, with one final check of the door to his motel room he headed to bed and attempted to get some sleep ready for the early start.
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"Any hits on any of his aliases?" Sam asked Nell for what felt like the hundredth time.
"Absolutely nothing Sam" she replied clinging onto her last thread of patience. "Eric has discreetly flagged all of his known identities and we will be notified if any of them are used" she explained.
"Thanks" Sam replied with a sigh. He had absolutely no idea of where his partner was or what he was doing and he had to admit- it was driving him crazy. He had to find the younger man to make sure he was okay- even if it was just to murder him with his bare hands.
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"You sure you are up for this?" Kort asked his colleague as the two men showed their boarding cards to security.
"Kort I have been doing this for years of course I am up for it" Callen replied with a sigh as he was unable to disguise his frustration at the question.
"Hey I am just checking- I can see that you have a lot on your mind, not to mention the fact that you currently only have one functioning arm" Kort responded with a smirk. Callen turned around and rounded on the older man.
"I can guarantee that even with a busted arm I am still more than capable of looking after myself and covering your ass" Callen stated with an answering smirk. Kort nodded with a grin.
"Glad to hear it" he finally replied as he fiddled with the cuff of his dress shirt and continued walking towards the boarding gates. "No let's get on the flight shall we- I for one fully intend on making the most of the business class facilities" he finished as he moved. Callen couldn't help the mild chuckle that escaped him as he followed the CIA agent onto the plane- suddenly feeling that maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to sample the hospitality at the cost of Uncle Sam.
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"Well I have certainly had worse flights" Kort commented as he sat down in the business lounge on the layover.
"The lamb noisette was exceptional" Callen agreed as he sipped at his beer, finally relaxing and enjoying the luxury.
"I hope the dinner menu on the next flight is as varied" Kort replied with a grin, quite liking the new relaxed version of the NCIS agent.
"I doubt that the hotel when we get there is going to match up" Callen stated by way of warning.
"I am sure we will make the best of it- besides we have work to do" Kort replied with a shrug, not overly concerned with their accommodation. "No as the lowly business associate of such an esteemed Russian business man I am sure that I have nothing to worry about" he stated with a grin. Callen rolled his eyes at the comment.
"Maybe you should have tried harder at school Trent and then you too could speak another language" Callen teased gently getting to his feet and heading to the bar.
"Maybe so" Kort muttered in reply as he watched the agent walk away, he pulled out his phone and tapped out a text, ensuring that he kept his boss updated at all times.
End Chapter Two
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