Title: Rogue Agents

Rating: M

Slash Warning: G/Sam

Story Details and Full Disclaimer on prologue page: My stories are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. This is a work intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by CBS and the producers of NCIS:LA.

Reviews appreciated and welcomed.


Ogled, Touched, and Burned

Chapter 2

G turned his head in Sam's direction and watched his partner sleep on the king-sized bed next to him. He sighed. Damn it, why can't I just say it. G sighed again.

"Awake?" Sam opened his eyes and rolled over onto his left side facing his partner. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah, I… damn… can you… screw this." G turned his head back in the other direction.

"What do you need, man?"

He faced and glanced at his partner for a minute and then looked away again. "Hold me," he said. Tears threatened to form in the corners of his blue eyes.

Sam edged closer to G and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. "Good?"

"Got one question."

"Yeah."

"Why didn't my upper back and arms get glass imbedded in them?"

"Your leather jacket protected them and your face and head."

"Apparently, jeans alone don't protect your body from sharp shards of glass."

"Nope."

G sighed. "What about my, you know?"

"Your buttocks?" Sam asked, watching his partner blush almost bright red.

"Yeah."

"I guess boxers and jeans make a good protective covering from glass," he said. "Could also be the angle at which your body flew through the windshield."

G sighed again.

"You're doing a lot of sighing, in pain?"

"Nope." He wished this would be easier to say what was on his mind.

"Then what?"

"Thanks for tending to my wounds."

"And?"

"Damn it, you're making this hard." He sighed again.

"Got something to say, tell me."

He blurted out. "You perving on me?"

"Depends on how you define perving," Sam said. "More like you've perved on me and have been for the better side of a year."

"Who brought me home to their house?" He asked.

"Ah, I see where this is going." He drew G into his chest. "You think I'm perving on you? How I see it? You've perved on me and now, I finally called your bluff."

"See, I knew you were taking advantage of—"

Sam kissed G hard on the lips claiming his mouth. "Shut up and enjoy it, man, I know you want it and don't say you don't want it." G returned the bruising kiss forcing his tongue into his partner's mouth. Sam pulled away breathless from G's passionate kiss. "See, I knew it, perve." The corners of his mouth turned upward.

"Damn you."

Sam slid his hand down G's chest and ran his fingers through the blond hairs eliciting a long gasp from his partner. "Yeah, you want this and me. Tell me."

"Yes, okay, I do and I perved on you, okay." He sighed.

"Thought so," he said, "what interested you the most?" G's jaw dropped. "My sexy and developed abs?"

"Your firm ass." And he imagined how it looked when Sam was naked. Now he knew.

Sam licked on the side of G's neck closest to his ear lobe. "My firm ass, and you'd like to get into it?"

"No, I enjoyed ogling you."

"An ogler, I see." He licked and sucked on G's neck. "I'm a tease and it worked. Somedays I wore my tightest jeans to tease you and get you to ogle me. Other days I wore a tight, long sleeve t-shirt in your favorite color, ocean blue, to entice you."

G thought that is what his partner had been doing. Now he had the proof. "Damn it."

"Yep, caught in my surveillance eyes, and my well-planned undercover ops, and played you like the fool you are."

"I ought to slug you." What he really wanted to do was snuggle closer and wrap his body around Sam's. Yet he held back not wanting to appear needy.

"Yep, ought to, but I'm tantalizing your insatiable, sexy body right now and that's what you want." G sighed and relaxed in Sam's arms. "Yeah, there's my answer." Sam stroked G's chest and stomach and stroked back up to his neck. "You're one hot catch, and I've wanted this for as long as you have." He kissed down his partner's neck to his chest, swirling his tongue around the shorter man's nipples. G shuddered. "Responsive body too."

"You should watch what you're doing."

"Why?"

"We're just getting to know each other."

Sam drew G back against his body and whispered in his right ear. "Is that so sexy?" He chuckled. "I know a lot more about you than you believe I do."

"Sexy?" He sighed. "What do you know?"

"Where your spot is?"

G pulled away and glanced over his shoulder. "My what?"

"Your spot."

"What is it and how did you find it?"

"While you slept I tried some maneuvers on you."

"And while I was drugged?"

"Of course and you were just as responsive as without the drugs."

"Wait a minute!" He pulled away further and tried to roll over to face Sam. G could not maneuver his beat up body into that position. "When did you touch me without the drugs?"

Sam helped G to turn over and face him. "When I first brought you home and stripped you naked."

"You molested my body while I was semi-conscious?"

"I caressed, stroked, and prodded every inch of your sexy body, and you loved every damned minute of it," he said. "I had an excuse for touching your defenseless body. I needed to determine the extent of your injuries."

"Damn it, this isn't fair," he said. "I wanted to be the first one to touch you."

"Poor G molested by his partner while lying helpless and naked and semi-conscious and moaning on the bed." Sam joshed his partner and chuckled.

G reached out to punch his partner in the chest. Sam grabbed both of G's arms and rolled onto his back bringing G with him. "Crap!"

"Poor G angry with his partner for taking advantage of him." Sam chuckled. "You want to know where your spot is? By the look on your face, I know no one has ever discovered your spot before this time. Am I correct?" G nodded. "Not willing to give me the verbal satisfaction? Well, that's okay, I found it and I intend to exploit it in the near future." Sam continued to hold his partner's arms while gazing into his intense blue eyes.

"Tell me already, stop playing games with me."

"Nope, I'd rather demonstrate it later through enticing your sexy body."

"That's cruel and unusual punishment."

"Cruel to withhold intel from your sex deprived body and mind?"

"I don't have a sex deprived body and mind."

"When's the last time you got laid?" G closed his eyes. "Ah, can't even recall the last time. There's proof, you have a sex deprived body and mind. Okay, I'll show you once."

"And if I like it?"

"More later."

"Damn it." He sighed.

"Proof again of your sex deprived body and mind." Sam released G's forearms and trailed his sinewy, soft hands down his partner's sides until they reached G's buttocks. He crossed over the top of his partner's butt cheeks and gently stroked the area above them.

G gasped. "Please… damn it."

"Yep, nice, responsive body, the same as when I enticed you the first time." G grasped Sam's face with both hands and kissed him hard forcing his tongue deep into his partner's mouth. Sam returned the kiss wrapping his free arm around the back of G's neck and pulling him closer. "Now you know where your spot is."

"And where's yours?"

"That's for you to discover and enjoy."

"This confirms you have one."

"I'm not denying it," Sam said. "But I do have one question for you. Why did you need to be held earlier this morning?" G averted his eyes. "No, man, talk to me."

"Can't."

"Now you're clamming up on me?"

"I think, damn it, I think I'm burned."

Sam's jaw dropped. "What are you talking about?"

"I don't know if, oh crap, I thought this would be easier to talk about with you, but, damn, it isn't." G sighed and laid his face on Sam's chest. "I did something ultra stupid."

"You mean like getting behind the wheel and pursuing a suspect who's tracked better than any suspect we've ever tracked?"

"Worse," G said. "I answered an unsolicited text message on my cell phone to have my windshield replaced."

"What the hell?" Sam's jaw dropped a second time. "Whatever were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking, damn it, I needed the new windshield, and it slipped my mind about the place Hetty said to use."

"When does anything ever slip your mind?" Sam asked. "I need to know all the intel about this place. I hope you didn't erase the message."

"I never erase text messages from my cell phone," he said, "I download them all onto my computer."

"And you call me paranoid." Sam chuckled. "Every text message you've ever received?"

"Yeah, and sent."

"Damn, talk about an undercover ops agent, and what else don't I know about you?"

"I guess you'll discover that when you've got me naked and ready and willing on your bed."

Sam cupped G's face with two hands and kissed him hard. "I like that scenario," he said. "So does that mean you're easy with me in bed?"

"Define easy."

"Moldable and malleable."

"Maybe, but more so if you tease my spot." The left corner of G's mouth turned upward.

"I like where this is going." Sam kissed G softer and more tender this time. He grabbed his cell phone off the nightstand and autodialed Kensi's number.

"Isn't it too early in the morning to call someone?"

"I'm leaving a voice mail message," he said. "Got a password she needs to know about?"

"You think I'm that secretive?"

"I don't think, I know you are." He wrapped his free arm around G's neck and drew him down for another kiss. "No one else on our team dumps their cache and browsing history on their computer after each internet session. And I love that about you, mysterious and secretive."

"Semi-Conscious with two caps and hyphenated."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"Odd password and I'll bet there's a story behind it."

"You asked."

"And?"

"I think I was semi-conscious for answering that text message on my cell phone." He sighed. It was the most dangerous thing he'd done in the last year. Well, except get into the Mercedes and fail to wear his seatbelt.


# # #


Sam caressed G's shoulders while kissing an extra sensitive area he discovered on his partner's neck below his left ear. "Like that?" All he heard was a moan which was followed by a gasp and a sigh. "Relaxed?" G nodded. "I do have one question."

"I might have an answer."

"Might?" Sam asked. "What happened at the auto glass shop?"

G jerked away from Sam. "Damn it, you spoiled my time with you."

"I'm not finished with our lovemaking."

"Lovemaking?"

"Yeah," Sam said, lowering his voice. "I want to lower myself into the depths of you."

"Never thought of doing something like that and I'm not sure if I want to either."

"I'll go slow, don't worry."

"I'm not worried, I'm freaked out about it."

"I promise you'll love it once you get used to it."

"It's not that." G sighed. "Everything we've done so far is, well, inconsequential."

"Inconsequential?"

"Mild."

"Insignificant."

G sighed. "Okay, I get your point, but this would be—"

"Earth-shattering."

"Yeah, and it would change the dynamics of our partnership."

"Nope, it would only change our relationship, our partnership dynamics remain the same."

"How do you figure that?" He asked.

Sam answered G with a light peck on the lips. "We don't have sex on the job." The corners of his mouth turned upward.

"Damn, you've got me there." He drew Sam's head toward his and gave him a claiming kiss. He wanted to avoid talking about this as long as possible. Sam was a great distraction for him.

"Again, what happened at the auto glass shop?"

"Won't let this slide will you?"

"Do I ever?"

"Nope." G remembered back a year ago when he first entered the auto glass shop. "I thought I recognized the owner."

"Thought?"

"It was a split second of a brain burp."

"Brain burp?" Sam chuckled. "More like a hiccup."

"Yeah, and then the memory was gone."

"How long ago was that?"

"Damn, you would have to ask me."

"And you thought I wouldn't?"

"I hoped you'd let it go."

"Tell me."

"Just over a year ago."

Sam's jaw slacked open. "A year ago?" He asked. "About the same time you requested we place this unsub under heavy surveillance?" G pulled away and Sam drew him back into his chest. "Is this man the same one we have under surveillance?" G swiped his lower lip with his tongue. "I know that gesture. Want to share?"

"Not especially."

"Want me to finish our lovemaking session?"

"Damn it, is this a bribe?"

"Yep."

G had tracked the man at the shop, who he first recognized and then quickly forgot the man's identity, on his own for about a week. After getting no where with his surveillance, he passed the intel onto Hetty. He failed to inform her of the complete details of the case. G feared Hetty would've treated it as she did the intel he'd given her from Arkady several years ago. With this case, he sensed less would be more, but now she'd know what he had done. "I had to do it my way," he said. "I knew something was wrong."

"You got burned and you failed to inform Hetty?"

"Yeah, damn it, now she'll ream me a new one instead rip me a new one."

"She'll need to stand in line, because I'm using your ass tonight." Sam chuckled.

"That's not funny, this is not funny," G said. "What happened at that auto glass shop shook me to the core."

"You mean going there?"

"The whole thing, going there, seeing that guy, knowing him from somewhere, and in the next minute forgetting who he was." The worst was forgetting what occurred there. No memory.

"I got a hunch, grab your cell phone out of the nightstand drawer," Sam said. "Do you still have the original text message on your phone?"

"This one, yeah, but the rest are on the computer with a copy of this one." This text message disturbed him. G kept glancing at it, though not reading it, trying to figure out why he would respond to an anonymous text message. Over the last year, he used the text message to berate himself again and again.

G pulled the drawer open and eyed all of his belongings lined up across the front in a neat, orderly row. Tears welled up in his sapphire blue eyes. He reached for his cell phone and handed it to Sam. After closing the drawer, he started to bury his face in the pillow.

Sam set the phone aside and cupped G's face in his hands. "What are these about?"

"Nothing, man."

"Nothing?" he asked. "Since when do you tear up over nothing?"

He swallowed hard and glanced away for a moment before bringing his eyes back to focus on Sam's cocoa-colored orbs. "No one ever allowed me to settle into their home."

"Therefore, the relationship was never memorable."

"Yeah, I never stayed long enough in their life to make a difference, and they never wanted me to stay long enough to make a difference."

Sam brushed the tears away from the outside corners of G's eyes.

"I needed to belong and they didn't want me to belong," he said, more tears welling up in his eyes. "That's when I gave up on relationships altogether. I believed I would never belong to anyone but myself."

"And now?"

"My gear in your nightstand—" Tears freely flowed down his cheeks. He buried his face in Sam's chest.


# # #


While holding him in his arms, Sam caressed G's chest. "We'll work on getting you ready more before trying it again."

"It was a disappointment to you?" He asked.

"No, I enjoyed our time together." Sam sighed. "I don't want to hurt you and I want your first time to be pleasurable. You know we didn't finish talking about the text message on your cell phone."

"So soon, I was enjoying your touch."

"I can still caress your body while we talk."

"Good." G sighed, but that wouldn't make it easier to talk about what happened a year ago.

"My hunch is this, something in this message triggered you to go to that particular auto glass shop."

"Okay, what are we talking about here, mind control?"

"Yeah."

"I thought that crap went out with the Cold War."

"Yes, and no."

"Can you actually use mind control to make someone do something they don't want to do?"

"Yes, and no, it depends on how the programming was originally instituted, how long the programming lasted, and how often it was repeated."

"You believe in this crap?"

"It's not crap, G."

"Now, if that came out of my mouth, you'd be calling Nate, and asking him to see me right away." The left corner of his mouth turned upward. "You expect me to believe—"

"Close your eyes and tell me the first thing which comes to mind when I read the text message."

"If I do this, you'll drop this ridiculous quest to prove I was brainwashed?"

"Yep."

"You think I'm a Manchurian Candidate or a guy from who came home from Iraq or Afghanistan and is now a sleeper agent?"

"Nope, I think this might be something even more sinister."

"Come on, Sam, it's simply a text message."

"A text message which you, a highly trained, federal agent who works as an undercover agent, received and acted upon."

"Are you rubbing this in, because my wounds are starting to ache." He smirked.

Sam stroked his partner's nipples until they perked up. G moaned and wanted more of his partner's expert touch. "How's that for rubbing it in?"

"You got me." The left corner of G's mouth turned upward.

"Let's prove it, close your eyes."

G closed his eyes and waited.

"The first thing which comes to mind."

"Ready."

"The message says: Sale on windshield replacements. Please come by and ask for our replacement sale."

G's eyes flew open and he sat upright almost knocking Sam in the face with his head. "I need to get my windshield replaced today." He started to stand.

Sam held him in a sitting position on the bed. "G?" He noticed his partner's eyes had a glazed over appearance. "Come on man, you okay?"

"Let me go." G struggled to stand.

He tightened his hold on G's waist. "Where?"

"I have 24 hours to comply."

"Comply with what?"

He jerked away from Sam, grabbed his partner's arms and attempted to pry them off his waist. "Damn it, you need to let me up!"

Sam laid down on his back, pulling G with him. "What you need is a hug session and that will settle you right down." G relaxed in his partner's arms. "That's it, let it go." His partner struggled again. "No, stay right here." Sam tightened his grip around G's waist with one arm. He autodialed Hetty's number. "I've got a serious problem with G."

Hetty yawned. "This better be important, Mr. Hanna."

"G has been programmed."

"Programmed?" She asked. "We're talking Cold War programming?"

"Yes, I think Manchurian Candidate programming."

"I won't ask how you discovered this," she said, "I'm getting dressed as we speak."

"And I won't even try to explain it." Sam disconnected.

G raised his head off Sam's chest."What happened?"

"You."

"Me?"

"Yeah, the programming is real, man."

G tried to sit up. "No way!"

"You're not getting away from me, man, Hetty is twenty minutes out." Sam wrapped both arms around his partner's waist.

"You called her just now and told her what happened?"

"Yeah."

He sighed. "I need to get dressed."

"As long as you promise not to fight me or try to escape."

"Where would I go?" G asked.

"Never mind." He was shocked to see how fast the suggestion faded from his partner's mind. Sam rolled the man off of him and onto the side of the bed. After straddling his partner, he wrapped his arms around G's chest. "I wouldn't have believed it myself had I not seen and heard it with my own eyes and ears. Stand up and steady yourself with my shoulders." G stood and grabbed Sam's shoulders fast before he started to lose his balance. "You're definitely not 100 percent. Turn around and let me see your back side."

"You want to titillate my spot?"

"That and check out your wounds and see how they're healing." He trailed his fingers down G's back to his buttocks and down to his thighs. "Looks 100 percent better than yesterday."

"But you just said I'm not 100 percent."

"You're not 100 percent healed, man, you're far from it." Sam sighed and turned G to face him. "I've got some sweats which might fit you."

"Not the tops, man, I'm no he-man like you." He smirked.

"He-man?" He glared at him.

"Yeah, alpha male." G grinned wide.

"You trying to piss me off?"

"No, I was joking around, can't you take a joke, tough guy?"

Sam wrestled G onto the bed and straddled his waist. "Tough guy?" He got in his face.

"Yeah, it's a joke, damn it." He panted and trembled, half with anxiety and half with sexual excitement. "Bruiser."

"Now you're asking for it." He edged his face closer until they were inches apart.

"Macho man," G said, lowering his voice.

Sam wrapped a hand around the back of G's neck and drew his face closer to his. "Macho man, I like that, but I prefer something more enticing," he said in his most seductive and sexiest tone.

"Damn it." A shiver traveled down his spine. Sam's voice and his close proximity stirred something deep within him.

"For when I make love to you after our guest leaves." He planted soft, tender kisses on G's lips and trailed across his chin to his neck, sinking his teeth into the sensitive spot he found earlier and suckling the skin in and out of his mouth. "Now you're marked and mine."

G gasped, his heart beat throbbing in his throat. "Heartthrob."


# # #


G's upper body swam in the midnight blue sweatshirt Sam had offered for him to wear. He kept lifting his shirt sleeve up to his face to take in the baby fresh scent of his partner. The matching sweats were loose too and Sam had taken the opportunity more than once to slip his hand down the back of his pants searching for and titillating his spot. He shuddered each time his partner lightly stroked across that spot. Right now, he attempted to focus on the conversation between Hetty and Sam who were seated across from him. It was too difficult to pay attention to their odd talk about a Manchurian Candidate. Sam was right, he was not 100 percent healed. Sleep sounded more inviting than listening to and understanding them. He dozed on the sofa, propping up an elbow on the armrest and resting his head on his upturned hand. G stifled several yawns and gave into the last huge, loud one, his arm sliding down and his head now resting on the armrest of the burgundy leather sofa.

Sam noticed right away, excused himself, and drew a burgundy and teal, zigzag patterned, wool blend blanket over his partner's reclining form. Before he stepped away, G grasped his thigh and gazed up into Sam's face. "If you want I'll tuck you into bed."

"I'll wait."

"I know what you want, but I need to finish talking to Hetty."

"She knows about us?" G asked in a quiet voice.

"Yeah, of course, it's Hetty." He eyed his partner's grasp on his thigh.

"Damn." He quickly released his partner's thigh.

Sam patted G's shoulder and crossed back over to the matching leather couch. He sat down facing Hetty.

G hoped it wasn't true that he acted on programming to get the windshield replaced on his car. The more he thought about the possibilities, the more he knew it might be true. He thought back to that particular day when he traveled to the auto glass shop. It was odd; G could not remember how long he had been there. He sat upright and stared across the room at Hetty and Sam.

"What is it, G?" Sam noticed the dazed expression on his partner's face. He crossed the space between them and crouched down next to the sofa.

"Embarrassing."

"You're not making sense, man."

"I don't remember that day, how I got there, and how long I stayed there."

Sam straightened and faced Hetty. "Can Eric pull intel from a year ago?"

"Not a problem, Mr. Hanna." She pulled out her cell phone and autodialed Eric's number. "Bring up the traffic and video cams from a year ago at the auto glass shop in question. I need to know how long Mr. Callen stayed at the shop." She shut off her phone. "Any intel will be sent to both your laptop and cell phone ASAP."

G's lower lip and chin trembled. "I, damn it, something happened there and I don't remember what it was."

Sam faced his partner again and crouched down close to him. "Don't worry about this, man, we'll figure out what happened." G pulled his knees to his chest and curled onto his side. Sam drew the blanket around him once again. "I think I need to put you back to bed."

"After she leaves," he said, keeping his voice low.

"Okay."

Hetty stood and smoothed down her cream colored suit jacket and pants with both hands. "I'll let you get some rest, Mr. Callen."

"You gonna tell me about the Manchurian Candidate?" G asked, lifting his head off the sofa.

Hetty stopped halfway to the front door. "What would you like to know?" She asked.

"Is it possible something like that can happen?"

"It worked during the Cold War and methods are still used today."

"Now there's two against one," G said. "I'm not into that brainwashing, mind control, new-age-sounding mumbo-jumbo. That Manchurian Candidate crap went out with the Dark Ages."

"Mr. Callen, it's not mumbo-jumbo, it's real and possible in the right situation with a pliable mind."

He stared at her for a few minutes. "How would someone get a pliable mind?"

"Numerous ways including drugs and pre-suggestion and post-suggestion of orders while under those drugs," Hetty said. "I'll send that intel about mind control to your laptop, Mr. Hanna."

"And my cell phone?" G asked.

"I think you need to let Sam handle this ops, considering your condition, and the possibility of you being burned." She strolled toward the door. "Don't bother getting up, Mr. Hanna, I'll let myself out."


# # #


Several hours later, Sam looked up from the intel which had been sent to his laptop and his cell phone. G stood naked in the doorway of his home office. "What are you doing out of bed, babe?" He rubbed his eyes and put down the pen in his hand.

"Babe?" G tilted his head.

"You need a pet name and it sounded good."

"How about something more endearing?"

"Such as?"

G half limped across the large office space and pointed to his partner's lap. "May I?" Sam nodded. He eased himself down, facing him, and winced. "Sweetheart."

"Heartthrob is a little over the top for me."

"Is it now?" He planted a soft kiss on Sam's mouth. "When I'm near you my heart throbs in my throat."

"I do that to you?"

"Yeah, and much more." G smirked.

"You should at least wear a bathrobe."

"No one else is gonna see my naked and beaten up body." He moved his butt around on his partner's lap.

"I think someone wants something," he said. "I meant you need a bathrobe to protect your back and thighs."

"From you?"

Sam shook his head. "A one track, sex starved body and mind."

"Yeah."

"How about we go back to bed for a little smooching?"

"And miss the intel on the desk behind me?"

"Ulterior motives, I should've known you were up to more than enticing my sexy body." Sam closed his laptop computer and shoved his cell phone in a drawer in his mahogany desk. "No."

"What?" G's jaw dropped. "Why? It's about me and I should know about—"

"Hetty said no for a reason."

"Screw this!" G started to rise off his partner's lap.

Sam wrapped his arms around his partner's waist and held him in place. "The reason you're in here is to entice me into giving you access to the files."

He sighed and lowered his head to stare at his partner's smooth, dark brown, bare chest peeking out between the collar of a white, polar fleece bathrobe. It was a sharp contrast to G's own chest with medium length, soft blondish hair which Sam loved to twist and twirl and stroke his hands through. "Yeah."

"Thank you for being honest with me, man." He gently lifted G's chin and planted a tender kiss on his mouth. "Hetty wants to protect you from most of the intel. I agree with her."

"Siding with her now?"

"On parts of it, yes, because of your mental state."

"Now, what about my mental state?"

"Damn it, man, you were just in a horrific accident, and now you're remembering things which occurred over a year ago." G lowered his chin again, resting it on his own chest. Sam placed a single finger under his partner's chin and pressed upward. Tears filled the man's intense blue eyes. "What are these about this time?"

"I need to know, it's my life, I don't need more secrets."

"Call Hetty and tell her why you want to know, and that you are unwilling to step back from this case."

His jaw slacked open. "I'm supposed to call her?"

"Yeah, I'm not gonna do it." He opened the desk drawer and handed his partner his cell phone.

G stared at the phone in his hands and Hetty's number on the autodial list.

"Afraid to voice your opinion?"

"Afraid of what she'll tell me," he said. "And what all this intel says about what happened to me."

"A dilemma."

G autodialed Hetty's number.


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