A/N For those who are wondering I have not given up on any of my stories, I have been away where the air is hot and the food questionable for a month. I am now back and have access to my notes so will be back to rotating updates on EVERYTHING (ok, Jeff...Calm down, it's coming soon.) ;P
Disclaimer, I own nothing, but if you wanna give it away I'll take it.
Chapter 10
Callen walked back inside, Jack's eyes shot towards him, and his hand clenched.
Callen resisted the urge to go over to him and instead walked into the room where Vasilie was being held.
Deeks looked up and nudged Kensi as Callen walked in the room.
"Callen, you don't need to be here." Kensi said as he walked in.
"Move." Callen said glaring at Deeks and slamming the file over towards him, "Wait outside." He snarled.
Kensi nodded at Deeks and they walked out of the room and into the main room of the boatshed.
Turning to Hetty, they asked if leaving Callen in there was safe.
"Leave the feed on; if Mr. Callen cannot behave himself we will be there to stop it." She said.
Jack sitting on a chair at the back of the room looked up as he heard Vasilie's voice on the monitor.
Vasilie eyed him with contempt and leaned back slightly.
"Why?" Callen asked.
In the other room Jack looked up with surprise, from all he had heard about this Callen since he'd got better he was expecting an evil, nasty man, the man he could see on the monitor now just looked sad.
Vasilie looked at him smugly. "You are a Callen." He said simply.
"So you steal my son, kill his mother and turn him against me?" Callen said, "All because of something that happened before either of us was born? Why kill Tracy, she wasn't a Callen?" he asked.
"She had a Callen, she had your son, you cost me mine." Vasilie said. "And you loved her."
Callen looked up at him but didn't argue with that statement. He had, in all honesty, once loved Tracy very much, then he had learned his lesson.
"My son, Nicu…he was a bright boy, he was in his room when you raided Aunt Alexa's home. He was hit by a stray bullet and shot…shot through the head." Vasilie said the hurt clear in his voice.
"Then imagine my surprise when Tracy Rossetti contacted me and offered to sell me your son. A few years of medications, waking him every month for 'training' and soon he believed he was my son." Vasilie smiled. "How does it feel looking in your child's eyes and knowing he wants you dead?"
Callen glared at him but made no move, Vasilie did not realize that not only was he being recorded, but also that Jack was probably watching him.
Vasilie watched Callen get his bearings back and he laughed, "You think you are going to win his heart back, he belongs to me. He is a lot like you, he was stubborn, and it took over a year to get him to realize that he was Nicu and not Jack, but oh…Callen,"he sneered, "You should have heard him scream."
Callen's hand clenched on the edge of the table.
Jack closed his eyes as the memory of his own screams assailed him, Hetty turned at his audible gasp.
"Jack….Nicu?" she asked.
"It's not true." Jack said backing away, "It can't be true, Papa wouldn't lie to me, Papa trained me, and he is my father, not the man who killed my mother, that 'Callen'." He spat the surname, "I am not a 'Callen'."
He moved until his back hit the wall and on the monitor, Callen and Vasilie still talked.
"Open my case." Vasilie said.
Callen looked at him, "Why?"
"Because I was going to send you something, it would be a shame if my hard work were wasted now."
Callen walked over to the briefcase and opened it. It was empty, save for one item. A gold colored DVD, all it said on the disc was CALLEN.
"I will wait, you play it…then you will see that I have won."
Callen got up and took the DVD out of the room leaving Vasilie smirking in the room behind him.
Walking into the main room, he looked over where he thought Jack would be, but he and Hetty weren't there.
"Where's Jack?" Callen asked.
"He saw the interview, he was confused and left with Hetty to go and get something to eat." Sam told him, "Kensi and Deeks went with them, Jack's safe." He added.
Callen nodded, "Good."
He put the DVD in the player and pulled it up on the monitor. "Watch Vasilie." He said.
Sam looked at him, "Vasilie is fine, you can't watch this alone."
Callen shot him a small grin, "I'm not five Sam, Movies don't scare me, but Vasilie…I'm worried he's going to try to escape."
Sam nodded and went to go into interrogation, but stopped as he heard the DVD start, Tracy's voice came over the screen.
Vasilie walked up behind her, "He is indeed a fine specimen and is it true…he is a Callen?" he asked.
Tracy smiled, "He is…is the price we agreed on still ok?" she asked.
Vasilie smiled, "It is…" he turned with a gun held on her, "It is a pity you slept with a Callen."
"It wasn't on purpose I didn't know, Vasilie please… I…I can still be useful…I have contacts…" Tracy begged.
Vasilie Comescu looked at the dark haired woman. "You can still be useful, you are right. You can be a message to Callen," he smiled as he shot her in the head.
"You see Callen, she hated the boy, she hated you, and she told me you were a disappointment to her just like you were to your own parents." Vasilie said to the camera.
The camera went dark and then a new scene appeared. Jack sleepy on a bed waking up. Vasilie came into view walking past the camera, "This is month one." He said to the camera.
"Dad?" Jack called.
Callen's heart constricted, "Daddy?! DADDY!" Jack sobbed as he tried to wake up, "Mommy…Mom…please," he begged his eyes and face full of sorrow as Vasilie woke him.
"Who are you?" Vasilie asked him.
"Jack Rossetti." He answered he flinched and groaned as Vasilie hit him for the first time.
"Wrong answer, your name is Nicu Comescu. You are my son."
Jack looked confused, "Callen is my …." Another resounding crack came over the DVD as Vasilie hit him again.
"Callen is an evil man; he murdered your mother, my wife." Vasilie said.
Jack looked distraught and shook his head.
"No…he's my dad." Jack said
"No I am your father. Callen lied, and he has killed most of my family."
Jack shook his head again
"Son," Vasilie said giving him a drink of water, "let me show you something, it will be hard for you to see, but you must."
He opened a laptop. Callen's face was there… "So, what are you going to do about the Comescu's?" Sam's voice came from off screen, "And Tracy and Vasilie's son."
Callen turned towards Sam his face full on the camera, "Kill 'em all." He said an angry smirk on his face.
Jack shook his head, "It's not true." His head felt fuzzy and light.
"Nic, you are my son… lied, he wanted to hurt me before he killed us both." Vasilie gave him some more water and held his boy as Jack sobbed.
The light glinted on a needle in Vasilie's hand as he injected Jack as he held him.
"No…No…I…" the drug in his system took a toll on him and he passed out.
As Vasilie laid his 'son' on his bed he turned on a subliminal tape, playing 'happy' scenes from 'Nic's' childhood and he quietly closed the door and left.
"Doctor, are you sure this will work?" Vasilie asked the older man sitting in his kitchen.
"Oh and Callen, your son has a drug problem now…soon he'll be needing a fix and without me, he won't get it and he'll die."
Callen shook but he could not switch the DVD off in case there were any more bits of information regarding his son, he needed to know what Vasilie had done to him.
There were more scenes of Jack being woken up from his drug induced coma, and then stripped down and beaten until he would say his name was Nico. He was kept awake while Callen's face was flashed at him, the boy sat in a chair tears rolling down his face screaming at a picture of Callen, "No! he's my father…I won't kill him!" Jack screamed staring at the camera.
Vasilie came on the camera holding what looked like a rolled up towel.
"NO!" Callen breathed knowing from his own past what came next.
Sam walked behind him seeing Callen's shoulders shake.
"What is it?" he asked as he watched the screen.
"No…Not him too?" Callen looked at Sam and couldn't look at the screen.
For every scream Jack made on screen, Callen flinched his back to the screen.
"What is it?" Sam asked again.
"Vasilie beat him with soap bars wrapped in a towel." Callen said and he vomited in a trash can.
"At least it can't be too painful?" Sam mused aloud.
Callen turned stricken eyes at him, "It is…it really is," Callen stopped the DVD and sat on the couch with his head in his hands. "I had it happen to me, it's like being hit with an iron bar, but it doesn't leave any bruises, a favorite amongst a certain few foster parents." He told him. "They brainwashed him. He really hates me; it's my fault I shouldn't have taken my eyes off him. All this pain he went through and he was calling for me Sam, he screamed my name and I wasn't there for him."
Callen threw the remote off the table and walked outside to clear his head.
Pacing outside the boatshed, he allowed his tears to fall after making sure no one was around; he walked down the jetty to the end and stared in the water. All he could hear was the sound of his son screaming in his ears and the feeling that he had failed to protect him.
Sam watched from the door as his partner paced up and down and then sank to his knees at the edge of the Jetty, his shoulders shaking in silent sobs.