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A/N: Thanks for your support and patience! Sorry for the lack of recent updates! Life's been...interesting!
"Did Callen walk to Nell's house, or something?" Deeks asked.
Eric looked at him. He was leaning back in his chair, tossing a tennis ball up in the air.
"It's probably taking him a while to find her car," Kensi suggested. "I mean, it's dark out there."
The excuse sounded thin. Callen knew everything of importance about his team, including Nell. It wouldn't take him that long to find her car.
"Maybe she'd left and he's trying to call her."
"We could just ask her to join us some other time," Deeks muttered.
Eric glared at him. Nell was, in his mind, well worth the wait.
Sam apparently thought so, too, because he snatched the tennis ball away from Deeks.
"The whole team is going for drinks," the ex-SEAL declared. "Nell is a part of that team. We wait for 'em."
"Can I have my ball back?" Deeks asked.
"No."
"Please?"
"No, Deeks."
"Please?"
"Has Mr. Callen found Miss Jones, yet?" Hetty asked, walking over all ready to go.
"Not yet," Kensi told her.
"Well someone should call him and tell him to hurry up," their boss suggested.
Sam sighed and pulled out his phone. As he dialed, Deeks leaned over to him.
"Please?"
"'A ride'?" Callen repeated. "And where, exactly, are we riding to?"
"Just get up."
Callen glanced down at Nell. Maybe he could put her in between her car and Deeks', so they'd find her-!
"Bring the girl."
Callen glanced back in surprise.
"Why?" he demanded.
The gun pressed into his spine, harder.
"Because I said so."
The rebel within Callen had to bite back a retort. "Because I said so" was one of his least favorite phrases.
Swallowing, he picked up Nell and stood. Her head instantly lolled against his chest, and he cursed whoever was doing this, putting the life of the innocent techie at risk.
"The black Prius," the voice said. "Ten o'clock."
On instinct, Callen's gaze shifted in that direction and he saw a car. Careful not to jostle Nell, he walked over to it. His captor, still behind him, reached around him to open the back door, and Callen caught a glimpse of a tattoo: a bird.
"Put her in the backseat."
Callen did as he was told, gently laying Nell down on the backseat and doing his best to buckle a seatbelt around her, just in case something happened.
"Front seat. You drive."
A man of few words, Callen thought as he climbed in and started hunting for the key. Maybe he could start the car and drive off before his captor could get in.
The passenger door opened and closed and a key was tossed into Callen's lap.
For the first time, he looked at his captor. The man was Hispanic, with short black hair and piercing brown eyes that held no emotion.
"Drive."
Callen gripped the key and adjusted the rearview mirror. He caught a glimpse of Nell and swallowed, hard.
He had to get them out of this.
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