Callen and Sam worked through the day to close the case. Vaziri had been on a watchlist but had traveled under an alias to get from Washington, D.C. to LA. He had known ties to funding groups of both jihad and Al queda, sending both money and weapons. Neither are good in the hands of either organisation. Vaziri had been known to deal with a man called Arkady. A piece of work but had a forgiving relationship with Callen and Sam. "Arkady... I should have guessed." Remarked Sam as he passed Callen a surveillance image. Callen chuckled. "Let's go and pay our old friend and visit then." Sam looked at him with sarcastic eyes, as he exited OPS. " I wouldn't go as far to say he my friend." He quipped.

As they pulled up outside of Arkady's house, he was leaving. "Ahh Callen, Sam you have caught me at a bad time. I'm on my way out to meet an old friend. Can we do this another time?" Arkady asked as he walked over to his town car. "No Arkady. We need you to answer a few questions." Sam explained. "It's not a good time boys, really." Sam was beginning to get irritated, a usual feeling he experienced when dealing with Arkady. "Get out of the car, your 'friend' will have to wait.' Callen instructed. As he said this Arkady stopped and turned to the two agents "How can I help you boys?" He asked leading the federal agents to a table in front of his house.

"You met with a known member of jihad and Al queda support groups, a Mr Vaziri, correct?" Asked Sam as he sat down.

"I don't know anyone by that name." He replied "Arkady, we have you on surveillance cameras meeting him yesterday evening. All we want to know is where we can find him?" Sam continued.

Arkady sighed and explained that Vaziri was meeting him later that day with a contact who could supply him with weapons and enough weapons to equip a small army for an ambush. Sam and Callen shared a look between them before Callen asked "Sam, how do you feel like becoming a contact of Arkady's?" Sam rolled his eyes. "Let's go." He quipped. With that they headed back to OSP to prepare. Although Sam didn't get along with Arkady, mainly because he was quite irriating, at least they would catch a dangerous criminal that would be supplying millions worth of weapons into the hands of some really dangerous people. And that for Sam was an acceptable reason to have to work with such a difficult man.

Callen sat in the passenger seat of the dodge and pulled out his phone. "Drinks tonight?' He wrote before deleting it and putting his phone away again. He wanted to see her again but he couldn't help but wonder if it was too soon. They had only just met. He couldn't see her tonight anyhow as she was working. Sam glanced over, he could see that there was something bothering him but even Sam knew that he wouldn't tell. He would make up some joke to change the subject, so Sam left it.

They pulled up at OSP. Sam switched off the engine and sighed. 'Another case, another Arkady solution.' Sam chuckled. Callen looked at him as he opened his to door to get out. "Admit it, he's growing on you." Sam walked round the car. "He's like toxic mould. He keeps coming back. " Callen laughed "That's true." He nodded as they entered OSP.

Hetty stood before them. "An undercover assignment, gentlemen?" Sam nodded "I'm going undercover with Arkady, as an associate that can supply Viziri with the weapons he's looking for.' He explained. Hetty looked at him. She already knew what was happening. This was Hetty. "A suit is waiting for you in wardrobe. Let's catch this guy."

A few hours later Arkady and Sam pulled up at a warehouse in Santa Monica. "Arkady. Play it cool, just be normal." Sam demanded. Arkady looked offend. "Sam, I am cool." Sam just shook his head. The sooner this case was over, the better. Sam ignored Arkady and looked around to see if he could see Vaziri. The silence between them was comfortable unlike Sam who was squished in the front seat of the small sedan. Callen was lucky. He was sat out on the street on over watch.

It wasn't long before a dark blue SUV pulled down the alley next to the warehouse. A prime location for a sting. Two exits one blocked by Sam and the other by Callen. Vaziri parked a couple hundred yards from Arkady's car. They all got out and headed closer for the meet. Callen had moved closer to make sure Vaziri couldn't run. "Ahh Arkady, my good friend. Is this your associate?" Vaziri asked as Sam place down a large box. "Yes and he has wanted we discussed." Vaziri gestered for Sam to bring the box forward. He placed in on the hood of the car and opened it to reveal a M61 Vulcan. "4000-6000 rounds a minute, light weight long range, killing machine. Very nice." Vaziri admired. Sam cleared his throat. "The money". Arkady quipped. Vaziri looked at him. "Doesn't talk much does he?" Point in Sam's direction. "In case someone he deals with gets caught, they can't describe him." Arkady explained. Vaziri nodded, impressed. "Smart thinking". He walked over the rear doors and pulled out a large box. Placing it next to the Vulcan, he opened it to reveal a substantial amount of money.

With that Callen moved to intercept. The car screeched to a halt and Callen drew his weapon. "Federal agent, put your hands in the air." Vaziri turned to run only to see Sam with his gun drawn too. "Like he said 'Federal Agents, put your hands in the air.'" Vaziri stopped. He looked for an escape, but saw none. From the small of his back, he pulled a small 9mm glock. Pointing it at Sam, he drew his last breath, as Callen fired his gun. Twice and on target.

Vaziri fell to the ground in a heap. Sam moved towards Vaziri. After kicking away his gun, Sam checked for a pulse. Without finding one he stood up and called it in. "Eric. Yeah he's down. No, not an ambulace. Yep." Callen had joined Sam. "Eric is sending LAPD over."

A short time later LAPD had the area cordened off and Sam and Callen were done for the day. Sam went back to OSP to return his suit to wardrobe and Callen went to file some paperwork before heading to pick up some takeout. A quiet night in.