Chapter Seven
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Chapter Seven
"G?" Sam questioned in concern.
"Stop the car" Callen instructed already fumbling for the handle of the car door. Sam indicated and immediately did as he was asked, his concern increasing rapidly as his friend lurched from the car and began to wretch at the side of the road- coughing and spluttering as the little that he had eaten in the last couple of days left him. Sam stood behind him and gently rubbed his back as he did to his daughter when she was ill. As he finished retching the lead agent sat back on his heels- his head hung low as tremors ran through him.
"G?" Sam questioned again, wordlessly Callen handed him his cell phone- not even lifting his head. Sam accepted it and glanced at the phone screen in silence- his mind digesting the message in front of him he immediately felt a surge of anger. "Son of a bitch" he whispered to himself as he absorbed what the words meant. "You good?" he whispered to his friend softly, Callen nodded wiping his mouth. He got to his feet and followed the larger man to the car, fastening his seat belt he rested his head against the head rest- suddenly exhausted. Sam cast a final worried glance towards his partner before setting off to the hospital to get him patched up once more.
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Hetty sighed as she realised the truth in the director's words, she had to put National security first and push her personal feelings to one side. Callen had undoubtedly been compromised, and despite the fact that it was his past that was causing his current predicament and not his position in NCIS, his identity was compromised and until the person behind it could be captured and held accountable- he couldn't be linked with the Service. She sighed again, not liking it one bit- Callen had always been like to a son to her, and although she was all too aware that he could more than take care of himself it didn't stop her from worrying.
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Peters watched with a grin on his face as the house went up- the boy was as predictable as he had hoped. He was satisfied as he saw the smoke envelope his old house- the house that had seen all of his dreams shattered. His joy had been diminished as he saw the government agent stagger out of the wreckage- barely scratched from the incident. Still it gave him a chance to torture the boy more- he deserved it after all.
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Callen barely spoke as his partner drove him to the hospital again, he got out of the car and wordlessly made his way into the ER, leaning tiredly against the admissions counter. Before he could even state his name a voice behind him got his attention.
"Mr Callen? Back already?" the kindly doctor greeted him softly.
"I have had a mishap" Callen responded softly, his dishevelled appearance having the doctor clucking in concern before he had even checked the agent over. He guided him gently towards a cubicle and sat him down on the bed.
"I thought we had a deal?" he challenged gently.
"Wasn't my fault this time" Callen replied tiredly, looking up to meet the eyes of the doctor.
"Hmm" he replied as he assisted the agent in shrugging out of his blood stained shirt. "Well you have torn your stitches young man" he reprimanded the other man softly.
"Sorry" Callen whispered, wincing as his rib cage was probed gently. Sam shook his head from his place in the corner, watching in silence as his friend was once more patched up.
"It'll have to be restitched and redressed" the doctor told the man in front of him. "I am in half a mind to admit you" he finished, standing back and surveying the injured agent carefully.
"I won't stay- it's too dangerous" Callen responded, his eyes flashing in defiance.
"G" Sam muttered warningly, determined to keep his partner in check. Callen sighed.
"I can't stay doc, I don't want to endanger any of your patients- please can you just stitch me up and then I can go?" Callen requested softly. The doctor sighed, knowing better than to argue- or to question any further he merely nodded and did as the agent asked.
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Kensi tapped her fist against the desk in frustration as yet again she ran into a brick wall.
"It's like he's a ghost" she hissed, as she threw down the file.
"We will find him Kensi" Deeks assured his partner softly, sharing her frustration- but not willing to give in to it.
"Will that be before or after he succeeds in killing Callen?" she snapped, not meaning to vent at her partner, but worried sick about her long-time friend. The partners were interrupted by the ops manager appearing beside them.
"Miss Blye and Mr Deeks there has been a development in Mr Callen's case" she told them softly, her face a picture of seriousness.
"Do we have a lead?" Kensi asked keenly.
"That is not the development" Hetty stated firmly. "Director Vance has instructed that all contact with Mr Callen is to be ceased with immediate effect"
"You're burning him?" Kensi asked in disbelief.
"It is out of my hands Miss Blye" Hetty responded. "NCIS cannot afford to be compromised especially not the Office of Special Projects" the experienced Ops manager reasoned.
"Does he know?" Deeks asked, a tinge of bitterness to his voice.
"Not yet- he is currently being examined at the hospital" Hetty responded, perching on the edge of the desk.
"Is he ok?" Kensi asked, her concern now escalating.
"By all accounts he will be just fine, he has torn open his stitches" Hetty stated, keeping all emotion out of her voice. "He will be informed once he has been given the all clear at the hospital" she explained. "Now I don't need to tell you that all contact from this point is strictly forbidden" she finished, before turning on her heel and heading back to her desk. The partners exchanged a glance.
"Lunch?" Deeks suggested, keen to get his partner away before she said anything either of them would regret. Kensi nodded, turning and grabbing her jacket before following the detective out of the room.
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"Please be careful" the doctor asked softly as he taped off the agent's ribs gently.
"I'll try" Callen responded, pulling his t-shirt gingerly over his head.
"Make sure you take your antibiotics Agent Callen- and I really don't want to see you again anytime soon. No offence" the doctor finished with a smile. Callen grinned at the words.
"None taken" he replied, shaking the other man's hand as he exited the room- his partner following closely behind. The two headed out of the hospital side by side. As they got to the main car park Callen stopped in his tracks. Silently he took his phone from his pocket, and one by one drew out his credit cards and snapped them in half.
"G?" Sam questioned softly.
"I'm compromised Sam- everything needs to go" the lead agent replied, his tone matter of fact and void of emotion.
"No way in hell are you going it alone G" Sam argued, the memory of the message all too clear in his mind.
"No choice Sam- you have to think of the bigger picture" Callen reasoned as he unlocked his phone and typed out a message to the ops manager. "I'll see you soon- find him Sam, before I do" he stated before turning on his heel and walking away, leaving a concerned partner behind.
End Chapter Seven
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