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{Oh my.} Sam thought.
Sam looked all around and could see the scenes from his past flash before his eyes. He look back to see if the door was still behind him and…. saw nothing.
{This gives new meaning to the phrase "No going back."} Sam thought
He turned back to the scenes from his life playing on the walls and ceiling and started walking. He could see the time when he was being born in the hospital; his parents in the hospital room. And then, later, his father in the delivery ward looking in on Sam in his crib.
{Wow! My parents were really young when they had me. They must have had me when they were either in their late teens, or early twenties!} Sam thought.
He stopped to admire the start of his life into his family, and moved on. Sam saw his life play out on the screens all around him. His years as a toddler, when he was a young child. Sam even saw the first day of school when he went to kindergarten.
{Check out that head of hair.} Sam thought. He saw his younger self with a mini afro. Sam smiled, shook his head and moved on.
"I really hope I don't see my entire life play out on these screens." Sam said as he continued walking. Wish as he might, Sam was going to have to view some of his more painful years of his life before this journey was done.
N.C.I.S. L.A.
Callen woke up to the sound of whispering just outside his door. Callen got out of bed, put his shoes and tied them, grabbed his phone, and then headed for the door. Callen checked the small of his back for his weapon and found that he slept with it still in place.
{Great thing I slept on my belly. Or I would have had a horrible back ache.} Callen thought.
Callen opened the door to see what all the commotion was about, and he was great by the same doctor from last earlier, plus a nurse.
"Mr. Callen, good you're awake." The doctor said. "How was your rest, I take it that it was peaceful?"
"I'm used to getting less sleep than what I just got." Callen said looking at his watch. It was one in the afternoon. "Wow. I must have been really tired to have slept for five hours."
"Good, you will be prepared." The doctor said and doled out the last set of orders the nurse and turned back to Callen.
"Prepared for, what?" Callen asked.
"Mr. Hanna will be walking anytime like I said, it all depends on him. When he does wake up he will want to see a familiar face; thus your role in this little procedure." The doctor said.
Callen nodded to the doctor and headed to the kitchen and to make a pot of coffee. After Callen set the up the machine to make the liquid heaven he pulled out his phone and checked in with Hetty.
"What's the word Mr. Callen?" Hetty asked.
"The doctor thinks that Sam could be waking today, or anytime really." Callen said.
"That's good news." Hetty said.
"How are Kensi and Deeks holding up?" He asked.
"They're right here if you want to talk to them?" She said.
"I wanted your professional opinion." He said.
"The next twenty-four hours will be pivotal." Hetty said.
"Thanks. I call when the miracle happens. Or with/looking for an update." Callen said.
"I eagerly await that call." She said hanging up the phone.
"So do I." Callen said. When Callen put the phone down on the counter, he saw that the coffee had finished brewing. So he poured himself a cup and walked back into the "operating room," metaphorically speaking, and got comfortable. Callen put his gun on the little table next his chair and placed his coffee next to it. Who knows when this miracle will; only time will tell.
N.C.I.S L.A.
Sam kept walking forward and occasionally stopped to watch the scenes play out in front of him. Sometimes he watched in silence, sometimes he would repeat the words that go with the scene from his life. He looked behind and saw that the wall where the door had been had disappeared and saw that the floor is slowly disappearing behind him. Sam almost freaked and started to run, but then he remembered the figures words about not being afraid.
{This has got to be the biggest mind game I have ever seen.} Sam thought. He turned around and continued walking and looking on in silence. Watching more scenes from his life play out in front of him. Sam saw scenes from when he was in junior high school, and a few scenes from high school.
{Not a whole lot to see there. I remember those days being extremely mundane, and boring. I'm surprised none of those people tried to kill me.} Sam thought. He saw a scene when he got his first tattoo. He smiled at getting it and continued walking. All of a sudden the room started to shake and Sam heard a voice.
"S..m ….. an….. you … hear…e? Sam … y.o …. ne… to… com… back… to m.. big g…. You … nee… to wake …. Sam."
{That voice sounded G.} Sam thought. It was coming from the direction in front of him. So Sam continued on his way bidding his time and watching the memories play out.
N.C.I.S. L.A.
Callen had drifted off while he was waiting for Sam to wake up. The doctors were all riled up.
"Mr. Callen talk to Mr. Hanna; it possible that he could flat line again." The doctor said. Callen jumped up grabbed Sam's body and started to shake it.
"Sam can you hear me?! Sam you need to come back to me big guy! You need to wake up Sam!" Callen exclaimed.
After he finished his sentence Sam's heart monitor had went back to a steady, slow pace. It seemed the danger had passed for the moment. Callen had sat back down in his chair and grabbed his coffee cup. The coffee had grown cold since he had made it. So Callen went back to the kitchen to make another cup, but when he got there the coffee pot had been drained. Callen had finished his cup and looked out the window. He had admired the neighborhood that he had seen through the window.
{The doctors have it under control. I'm- never mind, on second thought I'm going to watch the neighborhood from indoors; not exactly sure if I was followed here or not.} Callen thought.
The thought of a home life with children was blowing through his mind, but finding the right woman is always the hardest part. Callen walked back to his chair and got comfortable. Looks like it could be another long run before Sam to wakes up.
N.C.I.S. L.A.
Sam continued his stroll down memory lane, literally! He saw the day he graduated from high school. Sam walked a little further and saw his days as he was entering into the military. His days in boot camp, and then on to advanced training, it was a wild time going through those training courses.
{Those days were crazy.} Sam thought. {I didn't think I was ever going to see the civilization again.}
He saw a few years go by, and then his induction, and training to become a Navy SEAL.
{Proudest day of my life.} Sam thought {Or at least one of the proudest days.}
Sam dreaded what happened next. He had to re watch some of the uglier days of his youth. He watched all the brutal, nasty, obscene, and absurdities that came with being a Navy SEAL; the war crimes, the genocide, the toppling of governments. To this day he still has trouble accepting what he did. Sometimes he would have nightmares about them. The nightmares are nothing like back when the first surfaced, but you learn to deal with them and move on. Then the next scene tripped Sam out: he saw a younger version of himself and G starting out as partners.
"I have no idea who is choosing my memories, but thank you for skipping my days with the C.I.A.; you have no idea how much I thank you for that." Sam said out loud.
N.C.I.S. L.A.
Callen woke up again, but everything was quiet. Maybe to quite for his taste, so he got up, stretched, and went to find the doctor.
"What's the news doctor?" Callen asked finding them in the study.
"Everything is good. And I'm probably sure you figured it out, but it's too quiet. But my earlier assertion still stands: Mr. Hanna could walk up at any time." The doctor said.
"Is there anything you need from me?" Callen asked
"Until he wakes up, and is fully functional, guard duty. And even after he wakes and can take of himself you're on guard duty." The doctor said. Callen nodded his head and looked at his watch. He looked at his and saw that it was a quarter til six. He walked into the kitchen and checked for food. Callen made a ham and cheese sandwich, and picked his phone off of the counter to call Hetty.
"Yes Mr. Callen?" Hetty asked.
"How's the rest of the team doing?" Callen asked.
"I sent them away after our last chat a few hours ago. I briefed them on the mission and gave them some new alias to keep them out of the way until the mission." She said.
"How long are they going silent for?" He asked.
"The team is going of the grid for six months." She replied.
"Why are we going off for that long?!" Callen exclaimed. The medical staff looked at Callen and he took it out onto the back porch.
"Because of the nature of the op, it being six months out, Jon asked that I remove this team from service until the op. has been set up and prepared to be carried out. We need to be well rested and prepared for anything Mr. Callen." Hetty said.
"What about Sam's family?" He asked.
"Once Sam has been given a clean bill of health by the staff, I will bring you two in and brief on the mission," She said "after that I will give the two of you a safe house to lay low in, and new identities until Jon comes back. Once you two have your identities then you can work it out from there." She said "If you need to get in touch with Kensi and Deeks contact me, and I will pass the message on. We need to keep the four of you separated until the symphony. Anything else? "
"No. I'll contact you when Sam is mobile again. Good bye Hetty." Callen said
"Good bye Mr. Callen." Hetty said
Callen hung up the phone and came back in to finish eating his food. After he washed the dishes he took his place by Sam's bed and waited.
{And we play the waiting game some more.} Callen thought.
Callen looked the medical team and they all nodded at him. So Callen got comfortable and drifted off to sleep again.
N.C.I.S. L.A.
Sam continued to watch as the different mission that Callen and he had taken. And then later, years later, Kensi came along. And then a few years after that Deeks had joined the team.
{How did I miss the usefulness that Deeks brought to the team?} Sam thought.
Sam saw all the times the team had worked together with Deeks. From the M.M.A. gym when they first met him, to when they went to rescue Hetty in Romania. Even when he went to the aircraft carrier and help us solve that murder of the N.C.I.S agent afloat.
"And he blew that case wide open off of some spinach!" Sam exclaimed.
Next he saw the run in with Janvier. And then everything seemed like a blur. Sam couldn't see what was happening because his vision had fogged up.
"Boom!"
As Sam picked himself off the floor he realized that there was a wall there. He rubbed his face, jaw, and neck to work out the sudden soreness of hitting the wall followed by hitting the ground. Sam looked up and saw a plaque above the door; which magically appeared also.
{Have to love the mind. It can make things appear out of nowhere.} Sam thought.
"Enter in wandering warrior, and reclaim what is yours. Reclaim it, and move on to your next battle." Sam said reading the plaque.
Sam reached for the doorknob and thought of all that he had just seen. Sam had to relive his life, and he would have been lying if he wanted to stay here any longer than he needed to be. So Sam turned the knob and entered the room shutting the door behind him. Over on the floor in the middle of the sat his body.
T.B.C.
A/N: I apologize for the brevity of the chapter, but the next chapter will right up your alley. I promise.
