Title: Fractures
Rating: M
Slash Warning: G/Sam
Story Details and Full Disclaimer on Prologue Page: My stories are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. This is a work intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by CBS and the producers of NCIS:LA.
Reviews appreciated and welcomed
Dispossession
Chapter 11
G stretched for the first since Sam rescued him from his house. Before this he feared what a stretch might do. Hurt him more. Pain was the last thing he wanted to suffer more of right now. He propped a pillow up behind him and positioned himself against it. On a scale of one to ten, it was the lowest for comfort. He grabbed another pillow and started to place it behind him.
"Need some help?" Sam asked him from the upholstered rocker across the room.
"Thought I could do it myself."
"Interested in some breakfast this morning?"
"That was the fastest change of subject I've ever heard you make."
"You're getting frustrated and I thought a change of scenery might help lighten the mood."
"And a full stomach?"
"Something like that," Sam said. "Your chariot awaits you."
"Chariot?" G sat up straight in bed.
He closed his book and stood, placing the book on the seat. Sam strode to the door and opened it. "Your chariot, sir." He motioned with his hands.
"Looks a little small." G stared at the wheelchair outside the bedroom door.
"You should be able to squeeze into it for your short ride down the elevator to the family room."
"What are my alternatives?"
"Your slow, slinking, slide on your feet or a ride in my arms."
G sighed. "I don't have the strength to walk all that distance."
"Carry or ride?"
"I'll try the squeeze."
Sam brought the wheelchair into the bedroom and helped G over to it.
"I'm sitting naked in this—"
"Don't jump to conclusions." He held out a chocolate brown fleece bathrobe and assisted his partner with dresssing in it.
"This is better." He eased himself down into the tight space. "She's more petite than I imagined."
"Or you gained weight eating nothing." Sam smirked.
"Very funny." G cracked a wry smile.
"You're gaining that humor back."
"A little at a time." He placed his feet on the footrests. "With your help."
Sam leaned over and kissed the top of his head. "I enjoyed our time in the shower last night."
"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have enjoyed it at all." G glanced up into his lover's eyes. "Thank you."
He pushed his lover in the wheelchair toward the elevator. When they reached the first floor, Sam parked the wheelchair in the kitchen. "Want to watch me or sit in the family room?"
"Alone?"
"I'm gonna be out here making breakfast."
"Here."
Sam pushed the wheelchair over to the kitchen nook. "This will be more comfortable than your butt squished into that." He helped him sit at the table. "Milk or water?"
"Milk for now."
The doorknob on the garge door turned and G stared at it unable to move. He was about ready to scream when his supervisor came inside. G sighed. "Hetty."
"Normally, I'd call before coming over, but I need to speak with you," she said, coming up to Sam's side. "Privately, Mr. Hanna." Hetty pulled him aside until they were out of earshot from the kitchen. "Does he know about your house," she whispered.
"I haven't discussed anything with him yet," Sam said. "He's not ready to—"
"You need to, I'm sorry, there's been another development," she said, keeping her voice low.
"What now?" He sighed. "I don't know if he or I can take any more developments. If you know what I mean."
"I do." Hetty clasped her hands behind her back. She eyed the kitchen corridor to make sure her other agent was out of earshot. "His house got hit too."
Sam covered his mouth. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. "He can't take it."
"A total loss."
"Damn it."
"Destruction of evidence."
"This guy is just… pure evil," Sam said.
"Need more intel on the unsub," Hetty said. "ASAP."
"I'll see what I can do this afternoon."
"Thank you, Mr. Hanna, you two take care, extra security arrives here later this morning."
"I guess it's necessary."
"Absolutely." She gently grasped his forearm, directing him down closer to her. "I know you can protect him. Right now though, he needs you in other ways and those are a priority." Hetty released his arm and strolled back into the kitchen. "Mr. Callen, you're looking better this morning."
He glanced at her sideways.
"I checked in on you when you first arrived."
"When Sam had me stupefied?"
"Yes," she said. "I'll see you again sometime soon." She opened the garage door and left.
"Okay, I want to know what that was about?" G asked.
Sam stood at the kitchen sink, hands braced on either side of it, staring into the backyard. "Damn it." He whispered. "Let's talk in the family room."
G glanced at him sideways.
"Trust me." He helped his lover to stand and walk the few steps to the family room. Sam eased him down onto the couch and sat beside him, leaning up against the armrest.
"What did Hetty mean by calling before she comes over?" G asked, lying between Sam's parted legs. "This is her house."
"Not right now."
G shot straight up on the sofa. It was too fast. Dizziness overcame him. G laid back against his lover, turning to his right side and gazing up into this eyes.
"You okay?"
"I keep forgetting I'm not 100%."
Sam stroked his lover's back and shoulders. "I don't know any other way to say this." He sighed. "The unsub… damn it, you've got too much on your shoulders."
"One big heavy hand which demonstrates someone's love for me." G sniggered.
"Smart-ass."
"I thought so too."
"Your humor is definitely returning and you're gonna need it."
"I'm ready."
"I've been dispossessed."
"Okay, what's with the fancy words, man, simply put?"
"This is my home now."
"What?" G tried to sit up. After two tries, he gave up. Food had become a necessity now. His energy was zapped without it. "What happened to your house?"
"The unsub torched it."
G's jaw dropped. "This is my fault!"
"No."
"If I never went to see him and—"
"Stop it, sweetheart, this man is bent on destruction," Sam said. "Nothing's gonna stop him until he's caught."
"I don't know if you can catch him."
"Why do you say that?"
"Damn, I don't know if I can talk about this," G said, releasing a long sigh. "Is that also why Hetty was here?"
"What do you mean?"
"She needs intel from me."
"Yeah, but I told her not count on it until this afternoon."
G inched up closer to Sam. "Hold me close." He trembled. "He's NCIS," he whispered, barely audible.
Sam's jaw dropped open. "Did you say NCIS?"
"Yeah, damn it, sorry, he told me while he… crap… while he did you know what… I can't talk about it." Tears flooded his eyes. "Told me that's how he found me." G started crying, the tears flowing freely down his cheeks.
Sam lifted his lover's chin and brushed away the tears. He tenderly kissed his lover's mouth. "No way you could've known that, no way."
"Stole those weapons from a top secret military base."
Sam took out his next burn phone from his bathrobe pocket. "Hetty needs to know about this ASAP, okay?"
G buried his face in lover's chest. "I guess that's why I told you."
He switched the phone to his right hand and stroked his lover's back and shoulder's with the other. Eric reprogrammed all the burn phones to autodial Hetty upon activating the cell phone.
"Mr. Hanna."
"I've got some bad news for your intel," he said. "Our unsub is a NCIS agent."
"Like his father was," G said.
"Let me speak to Mr. Callen."
"He's a little shaky about this."
"I understand and he knows about both situations."
"No, only one."
"I see."
"Here he is." Sam handed G the phone.
"I can't, man, can't do this."
"Mr. Callen, a few questions if you will," Hetty said.
G brought the phone up to his ear. "I told Sam all I can talk about."
"Tell me," she said, her voice tender and soft. "This is my fault for placing you in that home. I thought, it doesn't matter any more what I thought. I can't change what happened to you. I wish I could erase it all. You didn't deserve this and you didn't deserve that."
"Hetty, I… he's NCIS just as his father was." He shuddered, remembering the horrors the unsub's father perpetrated on him. The things he was forced to watch. "I'm not ready to talk about what happened in that house." More tears filled his eyes. The crying had started again and this time it broke through all his defenses.
Sam took the phone from his lover. "I'm sorry Hetty." He stroked G's back and shoulders. "He's not able to talk about this yet. G told me the unsub stole the weapons from a top secret military base."
"If he could tell me this one thing, his first name, I'll be finished for now."
"Did you hear her?"
He nodded. "Bill, William."
"Thank you, Mr. Callen, thank him for me, Mr. Hanna," Hetty said. "I'll call you later to find out how he's doing." She disconnected.
Sam opened the back of the phone, pulled out the GPS card and crushed it. He tossed the phone on the floor and wrapped both arms around G's shoulders, rocking him. "I'm sorry, sweetheart."
G sniffled back the tears. "What else did she come here to talk about?"
"Damn, you're the most perceptive man I know and right now that sucks."
"Because you don't want to tell me."
"I think it's too much for you to—"
"Give it to me all at once."
Sam kissed the top of his lover's head. "The unsub destroyed all evidence which points to—"
"His abuse of me?"
"Yeah, man, he torched your house too." Sam heard his lover's sobbing increase. He rocked him and stroked his back and shoulders. "I'm so sorry." He kissed his head again.
"Hold me tighter."
Sam tightened his hold, drawing G closer into his chest.
"I need you to make love to me, this time for real."
"I think—"
"Don't do this, man, I need to feel closer to you."
"I was gonna say I think I'd love to do that for you."
"Oh… thank you."
"Food first?"
"Something light."
"I'll carry you upstairs, get you settled into bed, and fix us something light to eat."
"Kiss me."
Sam lifted his lover's chin and planted a soft kiss on his lips.
"Make love to me here."
"You sure?"
"I need you now before I completely lose it and fall apart." G wrapped his right hand around his lover's neck and drew him down for a passionate kiss. "I need you."
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