Chapter Seven
This is the second from last main chapter to this story- just to be followed by a little chapter and an epilogue and then this will be all done!
Chapter Seven
Special Agent G Callen had always liked the water, he enjoyed swimming, surfing and sailing- he had never held fear of the ocean, knowing that he could swim well enough to stay safe. He had also enjoyed warm climates, loving the feeling of the hot sun on his face- the warm weather ensuring that he was free to go out for a run or a swim whenever he wanted. At this moment in time, as he clung on to the last possible string of consciousness he was pretty sure he would be happy to never see the blazing sun or hear the sound of lapping waves ever again.
He thought back to all of the near misses that he had survived over the last two decades, every bullet that had narrowly missed him and those that didn't miss. Every explosion and car crash, every knife nick and every hand to hand fight that could easily have cost him his life. The hundreds of highly technical, classified operations that he had literally flown by the seat of his pants to complete, and there here he was about to die as a result of going on a surfing weekend with the LAPD liaison and his partner would have no idea where to even look for his body.
He never been afraid to die- when you had looked death in the eye as many times as he had, you lost the fright and focussed on the reason that you had survived. His lack of fear had always been based on his death meaning something- it being for a purpose, not this. This was meaningless, a twisted man seeking revenge for something that happened so many years ago. His death would be for nothing and that was what pained him the most. If there had been any spare moisture left in his body he was sure that he would have shed a tear- instead he merely closed his eyes and concentrated on drawing each shuddering breath, hoping that he wouldn't realise when it became his last.
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Sam tapped his fingers against the steering wheel- willing the phone to ring with any form of update. He couldn't lose his partner, there was no way he was willing to let that happen- Callen had many more things to do in life before he met his maker and Sam was there to make sure that he managed to do them. He couldn't even believe that this had happened- it was supposed to be a relaxing break for them all and this was how it had ended. No he wasn't going to accept that- no way in hell. His fist clenched tightly around the steering wheel as he considered the possibility of losing his partner. Just as he could feel his anger and frustration rising in him his phone chirped and all three team members jumped.
"Go on Eric" he greeted the tech, keen to hear all the information that the man had to give him.
"Sam you were right- that model of yacht does come as standard with a lifeboat. I have hacked into the CCTV system at the jetty and when the vessel was docked the lifeboat was missing" he explained. "However it was moored there over night a week ago and the lifeboat was present" he finished.
"What time was it left there today?" Sam queried.
"It wasn't- it was docked on Sunday at around lunchtime" Eric told him, knowing that the news wouldn't be welcomed.
"Callen's has been out in the middle of the ocean for twenty-eight hours" Kensi muttered. "It is eighty five degrees out there" she added, knowing that the information was unnecessary but unable to help the words from escaping her.
"Is the boat fitted with a tracker?" Sam asked Ops.
"Yes I am just awaiting the download and the coastguard are on alert as soon as we have a search area" Nell added from behind her colleague.
"We don't even know where to start looking" Kensi whispered.
"What is the nearest to the beach house that would be suitable for that boat?" Deeks asked from the back seat.
"Just loading the map now" Eric replied.
"Good thinking Deeks" Sam commended him, appreciating his line of thought.
"Right Marina del Ray is the closest- I am sending co-ordinates through to you all of the search area between the two docks" Nell stated, typing as she spoke.
"Contact the coast guard- it is as good an area as any to start" Sam agreed, desperate to find his best friend and the closest thing he had ever had to his brother.
"Now we need to get us a boat" Deeks commented looking around at the water that surrounded them.
"I am on it" Kensi stated with a gleam in her eye that Deeks knew meant trouble.
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Hetty paced up and down in Ops- she was beyond worried, this was not supposed to happen. Where Goddard had even cropped up from they were still to find out- answers only Agent Callen could provide she had no doubt. Did she really have to add vacations to the forbidden and too dangerous activities list?
End Chapter Seven
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