(One Month Later)
(At Marty Deeks Apartment)
(Emily's P.O.V.)
"So, how's Ryan?" Marty asked.
Marty and I were sitting on the couch in the living room of his apartment watching CHIPS.
It was our day off, and we decided to hang out together today since we haven't in a while.
"He's good." I said. "In fact, he just landed in Washington DC not too long ago."
"That's good." He said. "And what about Jake? I haven't seen him lately."
"He's on assignment." I said.
"Really? Where?" Marty asked.
"Nevada." I said.
Marty nodded.
It was silent for a moment between us, as I watched Marty.
It looked like he wanted to ask me something.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing." Marty said.
"Something is on your mind." I said. "What is it?"
Marty hesitated, then, he asked:
"Did something happen between you and Callen?"
"No." I said. "Why?"
"It just seems like you two don't talk a lot anymore." He said. "That's all."
"We talk." I said honestly. "In fact, we talked yesterday."
"Ok." Marty said. "It just seemed like you two had a fight or something."
"Nope." I said. "Callen and I are fine."
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(At NCIS: OSP Headquarters)
(Callen's P.O.V.)
I punched the punching bag five more times, then stopped. Breathing heavily.
"I thought I would find you here." I heard a voice say.
I looked toward the voice, and saw Sam walking toward me.
"I thought you were spending your day off with Michelle since the kids were at a friend's house?" I asked.
"Michelle got called into work." Sam said. "And I thought you were spending your day off relaxing?"
"I am." I said.
Sam looked at me with a quizzical look.
"G., you've been beating the hell out of the punching bag for over a month now." He said. "You even replaced it because you broke it three times…What's going on?"
"Nothing." I said.
"It must be something." Sam said.
"Can't I just hit the punching bag for no reason?" I asked.
"Yes." He said. "But when someone does it EVERY DAY, and when that someone is YOU, and YOU had to REPLACE it THREE TIMES, I think there must be a pretty damn good reason why you keep beating the piss out of it every day."
I sighed.
"It's about Emily, isn't it?" Sam asked. "All because she's dating Jake?"
I looked away from him.
"I-" I began. Then I took a deep breath. "I thought I would be able to move on, to, not feel this way about her."
"But it hasn't gone away." I heard Sam say.
Not a question.
A statement.
I sighed, and looked at him.
"Exactly." I said.
"And now she's with Jake." Sam said. "….I told you. You should have made a move."
"The rule-" I began.
"G., FORGET the RULE!" Sam snapped at me. "If it wasn't for that rule, you wouldn't be here right now. You would be with Emily."
"….You're right." I said quietly. "I'm stupid."
"And an idiot." Sam said. "But you can make it up to me if you ask her out." Then, Sam smiled.
I laughed a little.
"I really don't know, Sam." I said. "She seems to like Jake a lot."
"Ok. Here's what you're going to do." Sam said. "You're gonna go home, take a shower, and stay there. I will call Emily, go get her, and bring her to your house. Then, YOU'RE going to fight for her heart. You hear me?"
"Sam," I began.
"I said, do you HEAR me?" He said.
I sighed.
"Yes, I hear you." I said.
"Ok." Sam said. "I'm going to call her now…..You better be home when we get there."
"I will be." I promised.
Then, Sam headed toward the exit of the gym.
I sighed again.
Then, I smiled a little, and headed toward the shower.
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(At Marty Deeks Apartment)
(Emily's P.O.V.)
Marty and I were watching CHIPS in silence, when my phone began to ring.
"If that's Jake, tell him you're mine until further notice." Marty said, as I took my phone out of my pocket.
I laughed, and answered the phone.
"Taylor," I said.
"Hey, Emily." I heard Sam's voice say from the other side of the phone.
"Hey, Sam!" I said.
"Can you meet me at your apartment?" Sam asked.
"Sure." I said. "Is everything ok?"
"Everything's fine." Sam said. "I just want to talk."
"Ok." I said. "See you in a little bit."
Then, I hung up the phone.
"What does Sam want?" Marty asked.
"He wants to talk to me." I said. "Looks like our CHIPS marathon is going on hold."
"Curse you, Sam." Marty muttered.
I got up from the couch and headed toward the door.
"I'll be back." I said.
"Ok." I heard Marty say. "And when you come back, don't forget to bring a pizza with extra pepperoni with you!"
"Got it." I said, as I opened the door.
Then I left. Closing the door behind me.
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I pulled into the parking space next to Sam's Challenger outside my apartment building, and parked the car.
I looked over at the Challenger and noticed it was empty.
Sam must be waiting outside my door, I thought.
I got out of my car, and headed toward the apartment building.
Once I was inside the building, and got to my apartment floor, I looked toward my apartment door, and realized Sam wasn't there.
I looked up and down the hallway as I made my way to my apartment door.
Sam was nowhere to be found.
I began to get an unsettling feeling in my stomach.
And it only got worse, when I saw my apartment door wasn't closed completely.
I drew my gun as I approached the door.
Once I reached the door, I listened for noise.
When I didn't hear anything, I opened the door slowly, and walked inside cautiously, with my gun at the ready.
When I reached the living room entrance, I stopped walking at what I saw.
There were four men in my living room.
One man was holding a gun at Sam's head.
Sam was on his knees in between two men who were holding his arms behind his back.
I looked him over quickly and noticed he was wounded in his upper left arm. But other than that, he was fine.
I then looked at the last man, who was looking back at me with a grin.
"Well," The man said in a French accent. "Look who came home."
"Federal Agent." I said aiming my gun at him. "Let him go."
"I know that, Miss Taylor." The man said, ignoring my request.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"You don't remember me?" The man asked. "Perhaps I should refresh your memory…You remember Montreal, don't you?"
That's when I realized who was currently standing in my living room.
"William Gutierrez." I said.
Gutierrez smiled.
"Ah, you DO remember." Gutierrez said.
"You have three seconds to tell me what you're doing here and let Sam go, before I kill you." I said.
"Feisty." Gutierrez said. "I like it…..To answer your question though, I'm here for you."
"Why?" I asked.
"You are the one who worked on my case with Anthony DiNozzo, correct?" Gutierrez asked.
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"I have my ways." Gutierrez said. "Plus, having you and Mr. DiNozzo will give me leverage over Mr. Callen."
"Callen," I said, a bit surprised. "You know him?"
"Let's just say, we go back quite a ways." Gutierrez said. Then, he looked over at Sam. "Maybe I should take him, too."
"No." I said, quickly.
Gutierrez looked at me.
"Mr. Hanna is his partner, correct?" Gutierrez asked.
"Yes." I said. "But Callen hates him. In fact, if you were to kill him right now, you would be doing Callen a favor."
"Why should I believe you?" Gutierrez asked.
I looked at Sam.
Sam had a wife. He had kids. A family.
I have to make sure he stays safe.
I looked back at Gutierrez.
"Because he told me so." I said.
"And why would he tell you?" Gutierrez asked.
"Because I'm Callen's fiancée." I said.
Gutierrez smile grew bigger.
"Well, this just got more interesting." Gutierrez said, clearly thrilled. "Tell you what, I'll leave Mr. Hanna be, if, you give me your gun, and come with me with no fuss."
"Em-" I heard Sam begin.
But I ignored him, and handed Gutierrez my gun.
Gutierrez took the gun from me.
"Good girl." Gutierrez said. Then, he looked at the two men holding Sam. "Tie him up and meet us in the car." Then, he looked back at me. "Empty your pockets."
I did as he ordered, as the two men dragged Sam off toward the closet.
I began to take the contents out of my front pockets with one hand slowly, as I reached for my phone in my back pocket with the other.
As I emptied my front pockets as slow as possible without making it obvious I was stalling, and dropping the contents on the floor, I typed in my 'Agent In Need Of Assistance' code twice on my phone.
Then, I took my phone out, and dropped it on the floor along with my keeps a couple other things I had in my pockets.
"Let's go." Gutierrez said.
Then Gutierrez grabbed my arm roughly, and we left the apartment along with the man who was pointing a gun at Sam.
Once we were in the parking lot, I said:
"You aren't going to get away with this."
"Oh, but, that's the thing, my Dear," Gutierrez said, as we reached a black car. "I will."
The man that came with us opened the trunk, and the next thing I knew, I was pushed into the trunk of the car.
"And make sure you tell Mr. DiNozzo that when you see him." Gutierrez said.
Then, Gutierrez closed the trunk. Leaving me in darkness, as I realized what he said.
Gutierrez has Tony, too.