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Chapter 11
Boston
Friday, April 19, 2013
Just after 3 a.m.
The loud knock on the door woke her up. Reaching over to the nightstand, she checked the clock on her cell and groaned. "Okay, give me a sec."
Jenna her roommate had also been woken up by the knocking. "What the hell!" Throwing off the covers she grabbed her service weapon and approached the door to their hotel room. "Who is it?"
"It's Carson," the two both heard on the other side of the door.
Jenna opened the door enough to stick out her face. "What is it," she said in a low voice.
"A situation's come up, get dressed and meet downstairs ASAP."
"Shit!"
"I'm on it," came Nell who had joined Jenna at the door.
"Okay, we'll be downstairs in a few," spoke Jenna.
Closing the door the two women quickly got dressed and joined the others once they all had piled into the car, Carson filled them in. "There was a shootout at MIT word is explosives were involved."
"Explosives," came more than a few surprised voices.
"Sounds like MIT police ran into some serious baddies," came Nell who was squeezed in the middle of the back seat.
"On a university campus," cane Jim. "One of the best schools in the damned country. Very radical to me."
"Could it be the bombers," Jenna asked.
"We'll find out soon enough, everything's being fast tracked right now. We'll know more when we get to the office."
NCISLA
Boston
5:15 a.m.
Nell was reading through the information as fast as she could read it. Holy crap! Everything was coming in fast and that was an understatement. After the incident at MIT and what responding officers had discovered, it was the break everyone had been waiting for and now everyone was running with what had been discovered. Pressure cooker bombs like the ones on Monday had been discovered and used. One bomber dead and so on. But what had Nell's attention now was the dead bomber. Reading though the information discovered, Nell realized they needed information from Russia and groups out there in the Chechen region. Her brain was thinking fast when Carson came up, "Got something,"
"Yeah, but we're going to need information from Russia and fast."
"Yeah, I read the information. FBI had been asked to look into this guy. How could they have missed this?"
"Don't know but if we're going to have to find out more, we had better hit our contacts out that way."
"Heard the Bureau's on that now, hell CIA's probably playing catch up again."
A thought came to her head and she realized she was going to have to call Hetty. "I might know someone out of our office who might have contacts out there, He speaks Russian and several other Eastern European languages, he might have contacts out that way." Not referring to a certain agent named G. Callen.
"Make the call,"
Nell quickly picked up the phone and dialed not really caring if it was after two in the morning right now in LA. After the second ring the caller answered the phone. "Hello."
"Hetty it's Nell, we got a major break in the case …"
NCISLA
Los Angeles
2:30 a.m.
Sam was startled out of his sleep by his phone wondering who would be calling at this hour. Answering the call without checking the caller ID he said, "Hello," in a half asleep voice.
"Sorry to wake you Sam but they got a major break in the case in Boston and I need you to come in and help Mr. Callen with any contacts you two might have in the Russian Chechen region and quickly."
"Sure Hetty, I'm on my way." Hanging up the phone, he noticed that Michelle was also awake and looking at him. "They had a major break in the case in Boston. Gotta go in." But then Sam thought for a moment, "You know of any contacts in the Chechen region?"
Before Michelle could answer him her phone rang. She quickly picked it up and answered the call while Sam got dressed listening to the one sided conversation. "Yes, sir … I'm on it." After hanging up the phone, she looked at him. "I got the same call from my boss about contacts. What the hell happened out there?"
"I don't know but I'm going to find out. I gotta go in, call me if you got anything or need anything."
"Same here, be careful."
"You too, I love you," he said placing a kiss on her cheeks.
"Now get going, don't worry about the kids, I'll take care of it."
Sam nodded and then left the house headed for the office. Sam found a McDonald's that was open 24 hours and ordered four large coffees thinking that both he and G were going to need them at this hour anyway. He also ordered up some biscuit sandwiches and hash browns knowing that they were both going to need to eat soon anyway. Food and drinks set in the passenger's seat of the car, he headed for the office. Walking into the office he discovered Hetty there already. "Hey Hetty, Callen here yet?"
"I'm expecting him to walk in the door any minute now," she said.
"I'm here," the person in question responded walking in with coffees and a bag which looked like it had food in it as well. "Picked up some coffees and breakfast, didn't know McDonald's was open this early."
"Did the same here," spoke Sam indicating what he had brought.
"Least we know we'll be well fed and caffeinated up," said Hetty noting that she had brought in donuts as well.
"So what's this about needing contacts in the Chechen region of Russia," asked Sam.
"They got a major break in the case about 2:30 this morning Boston time." The two listened as to what had been discovered so far from the information that Nell had given Hetty.
"You mean the dead guy was from Russia," Sam asked disbelieving.
"Yes," replied Hetty.
"Sounds like FBI dropped the ball on this one," spoke Callen.
"Duly noted, now we need to find out more about groups in that region, apparently this person has been in contact with them and or has been recruited. But we need to find out fast any information about our suspect and the groups out in that part of Russia and quickly. There is still another bomber out there."
"I'm on it Hetty," spoke Callen.
"Good and Mr. Hannah is here to assist you. We need to move quickly. They are shutting down Boston as we speak," indicating the television that was on in the main area broadcasting the latest from Boston.
"Isn't that a bit extreme,' asked Callen.
"Considering what the dead bomber and his accomplice did at MIT several hours ago I'd rather be off the streets too if I was a civilian."
Sam nodded knowingly. "Yeah you're right Hetty."
"Makes sense then," said Callen.
"Let's get to work then," she spoke as the two men went to their desks to begin what would be a long day.
NCISLA
Los Angeles
12:30 p.m.
Sam had agreed to get burgers for everyone for lunch. Armed with a list of everyone's orders, he made his way to everyone's favorite burger joint which was not far from the mission. As he got out of the car, he spotted a familiar car in the parking lot. Deeks is here, okay. Maybe had a craving for burgers too. He wondered to himself. He was about to walk in when Marty Deeks walked out with several bags full of sandwiches. "Hi Sam," spoke the blonde.
"Deeks," he replied. "What are you doing here?"
"Doing what you're doing, picking up lunch."
"So how's LAPD?"
"Fine I wish I was back with you guys. Kensi's going crazy stuck at a desk."
Sam nodded, he knew all about it.
Marty thought this would be a good time to talk to Sam but he hesitated for a moment. Sam noticed it. "Uh Sam," Deeks was trying to say. "You … and Hetty were right."
Sam was a bit surprised but listened.
"I guess being away from you all gave me some time to think. I should have given Nell the benefit of doubt. I know we don't know much about her so finding out she was a runner and did races well I couldn't believe it and should have talked to her before saying what I said."
"You know you hurt her don't you," Sam said.
Deeks sighed, "Yeah, I figured I did. I just want the chance to make things right. So I wanted to tell you I'm sorry. You had every right to be mad at us, but you and Hetty were right."
"Apology accepted, but you know you still need to talk to Nell."
"Yeah I know, but she's still in Boston, I'm going to have to wait till she gets back. But I got this feeling that when I do return on Monday, Callens or maybe even Kensi are going to try and keep me from doing it."
Sam thought for a moment, he does have a point. "Let me see what I can do. I can't guarantee anything."
"That's okay. I know we don't know when Nell will be back. But when she does, I just want to make things right. She's more like the little sister I never had."
Sam never thought of it that way, but when Nell first arrived she didn't quite fit in. But over time she had wormed her way into everyone's hearts in the office and had earned the respect of those who work at the mission. Not just their team, but everyone. "You're right," Sam nodded. "I'll be in touch."
"Thanks Sam."
"You're welcome," he nodded and headed inside the burger joint to get everyone's lunches. He would talk to Nell later and let her know about Deeks. But for now he was just satisfied with the apology and needed to get lunch before the masses sent a search party out for him wondering where their food was.
Until next time.
