Hey guys! I had a moment before we headed out to celebrate my grandfather's birthday so I wrote up this chapter.

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Chapter 10

Midnight struck on Halloween night as the two agents were sleeping in G's darkened hospital room. Sam slept in an uncomfortable looking position in his chair stationed by his partner laying in a fitful drug induced sleep on the bed. Because of Callen's opposing views on a full nights rest Sam had convinced the doctor on sedating G without his knowledge. It was for the injured mans own good, but G's nightmares found him even in the presence of his partner.

Sam had tried his hardest to stay awake, but Eric and the others had already called it a night. Hetty sent them home with an order to rest. Hoping that returning in the morning with fresh eyes would help their case to progress. After the rough day Sam found himself to be exhausted and shortly after Callen had succumbed to sleep the big agent had given in as well.

Neither one of them was aware when the door opened and a man dressed in blue nurse's scrubs entered. The man moved silently forward, looming over G on the opposite side of the bed as Sam, staring down at his pale form still caught up in a panicked dream. The man's white gloved hand reached out, skin smoothing over Callen's short hair in a soothing manor. G flinched at the touch but was unable to wake.

A smile formed under the man's surgical mask, hiding the majority of his face. He set a small note on the table and left it for the men. Someday soon they would meet again, the man had a plan. He just needed time.

The next day Sam was the first to wake, he didn't notice the small note left by the faceless nurse. His phone rang calling him out of the room and into the hallway. The nurses had already yelled at him for using his phone in the room. Apparently there was a rule against it. Not wanting to be banished from his partner's side, Sam obeyed begrudgingly.

Eric had arrived at Ops early that morning to go through the rest of the video feeds. They had three blurry pictures of their cultrate, nothing clear enough to run it through facial recognition systems.

With a growl of frustration Sam ended the call before he unloaded all his frustration on Eric. In the back of his mind the agent knew the man had put every effort into finding the man who had caused all this damage. Eric didn't deserve to be yelled at and avoiding more conversation was the only way Sam could think of to prevent it.

Storming back into the room he was surprised to see G awake and sitting up in bed, eyes focused on a small piece of paper in his hand.

"What's that?" He questioned, drawing his partner's eyes up from the note.

"We had a visitor last night," G spoke, handing over the note lazily. His voice had an annoyed, lazy undertone. As if he just wanted something or someone to go away.

Curiously Sam took the note and read it out loud, "We'll see each other again soon," Sam's eyes narrowed at the signature, "Fear." He growled. "This guy, smug bastard." Whipping out his phone Sam turned into the hallway once again, eyeing the ceiling for cameras as it rang.

Eric answered, voice timid, "So, I guess it was a bad connection after all. Nell was right, you didn't hang-"

"Eric," Sam interrupted the rambling sharply, "Check through the video feeds on the cameras close to G's room in the hospital. We were left a note and I'm pretty sure it was from our guy."

"On it," Eric shot back over the line, less timid and more determined to please this time.

Disconnecting the line Sam returned to G's room and sighed, "This guy, I should have killed him when I had the chance."

Shaking his head G relaxed a bit in the uncomfortable bed, "Sam, we don't even know if he left the note."

"Oh, I know." Sam insisted, "It was him. The cheesy signature proves it." He pointed to the cursive 'Fear' before he began pacing. "This guy is going down G," Sam promised his partner.

Callen could remember Sam using the same tone of voice after Moe was killed. This was personal and Sam would stop at nothing until this was finished. However, G felt as though it wouldn't be finished for a while. This guy, whoever he was, seemed to be smart. Twisted, but smart.

With a light sigh he focused on the wall in front of him, trying to remember anything from his time alone with the man. Nothing came to mind, nothing to go off of. No leads to follow. This guy was a ghost.

When Sam had described what the man looked like to a sketch artist that picture had clashed with what G remembered of what the guy looked like. It wasn't surprising, since Sam's prospective had been off from the drug. Callen's own memories were hazy, contorted and unhelpful. All in all, they had nothing. Just bad memories, well what they could remember, and more questions than answers.

One thing was for sure, G looked at his partner still pacing and mumbling to himself. This wasn't over.

Ha, so I guess you are freaking out right now…a bit angry maybe? I am sorry. But there is good news! There will be a sequel! This is part of the 'extension' you all wanted…I felt like the first half of the story needed to end at the end of the day. Because now it isn't about Halloween…at least not so much anymore…

Anyway, I do hope you enjoyed the first half of the story and if you guys have any requests for the next part feel free to send me a message! I already have a story plot and a back-story for the bad guy planned out but I can try and add things if I can! (Disclaimer, since you all don't know the plot some of the requests might not fit…however I will do my best to add it in! If I don't add in your request I apologies ahead of time! But it doesn't hurt to ask!)

Thank you so much for reading! And the crazy awesome support of my reviewers! I am mad thankful for you guys!

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- Strawberrywaltz