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Sam and Callen entered the aged interrogation room. As if rehearsed, they both went to their normal positions. Callen, sat down across from the suspect, and Sam stood behind him with his arms crossed. Every single case that lead to the interrogation room always meet Callen and Sam in the same exact spots. Unless, of course, they were either on the other side of the table or they were kidnapped, which sadly has happened more than once. No matter what they had always figured things out, and almost every time it was all because of a little shack on the water simply named ''The Boat Shed".
Callen threw a file on the table and sat down. All Mia did was look at it, then back at Callen. "Are you going to read me a story, Agent Callen?" She said as she smirked. Callen sat back in his seat and he too smirked. He didn't mean it as a kind gesture, he smirked back at her because she was like almost every other 'bad-guy' they faced. Too confident for liking, people who thought their jokes/comebacks were the best things in the world, and most of all, wrong. Yes, in their imagination they might think they will be rewarded for their 'intelligence'. But, what they don't know is that they won't leave their lives on Earth to meet 72 virgins, they won't be the most missed/praised person on Earth, and they most certainly will not get everything they had ever wanted thanks to one ridiculous life-ending act.
"Actually, yes. I am going to read you a story. Your story to be exact." Callen grabbed the file off of the table opening it up and holding it up like someone would with a book. He flipped through the pages until he found what he was looking for. " Hmm, lets see. Oh! Here we go." he cleared his throat before beginning.
"Mia Constantin (Pronounced Constantine in English) Sazco. Born in America in 1976 . She has one older brother, Philip Sazco and a mother and father. Her mother was born and raised in America, Christine Hernandez, and her father born and raised in Romania, Luca (Pronounced Luke) Sazco. They met while Christine was taking a trip to visit her old friend who she had meet when she was a young girl, Alexa Comescu, while on a trip she had been taken on by her grandfather who was visiting his hometown in Romania.
Callen stopped for a moment to capture what her facial expression was like at the moment. Her eyes were yet again focused on the wall behind him, and her face showed no sign of sadness. In fact, it showed no emotion whatsoever. It was as if nothing that he was saying had an effect on her. Like she had heard it all a million times before.
"Fast forward until about 11 years ago," He continued on, "when your father and mother died in a car accident. The Comescus took care of the funeral finances and everything else and basically took you under their wing. Well, until about 8 years later, when we killed them while retrieving one of our own. Long story short, you find out it was us, team up with your brother, his wife and Laurence Casey, who all want revenge too, find and kidnap two NCIS federal agents to catch our attention, and here we are today, sitting in this room. " He closed the file with a 'clap' when he was finished, and put the file back onto the table, of course smiling.
"May I say, very impressive agent Callen. Oh, and congratulations for learning how to run a background check on someone. Its good to know that you are a cold blooded killer, and you figured out how to work a keyboard," she returns with a wink. With that, he manages to laugh. A fake laugh, of course.
"You know, it's funny Mia, how you and your family call me a cold-blooded killer when you think it's okay that your family not only killed my whole family for something my grandfather did, but have also tried killing me when I wasn't even born at the time that my grandfather committed what you hate him for. I understand that you have the right to be angry at my grandfather, but it takes a VERY sick person to kill innocent people. You and I both know that my team and I killed the Comescus, but they were not innocent people. They were people who didn't care about anyone, as long as they got their way they killed anyone and everyone just because they felt like it. I don't know you very well personally, but I sure as Hell know that your family were selfish people who could give a damn about anyone else."
Sam's POV
I have never seen Callen like this, throughout all the years that we have been partners. Yes, I was there when he found out about his mother, sister and when he thought he had just seen his father killed right before him. But this woman, just walks into his life and suddenly it changes everything about him. He has handled a lot of stuff in his life, and he hasn't let any of his emotions out. I have seen this before, especially when I was deployed. People bottle things up so much within themselves that one day they don't have any more room and they shatter. They shatter into a million pieces and they don't ever glue themselves back together.
When it comes to G, I honestly don't know how much room he has left to hold all of his bottles.
When he finished his statement about how her family was selfish, I understood what he was doing. Or at least I thought I did. He was switching the story around so that the spotlight was no longer on her. If the spotlight wasn't on her anymore, she would do whatever it took to get it to where it was again. That meant she would unknowingly give up valuable information to help us find the agents, or even better yet, she would just tell us where they were instead if he played his cards right.
She hadn't reacted physically to Callen's statement about her family, but you could definitely feel the flames burning through you when she stared at you. She was absolutely pissed, and totally off guard. She shocked us both when she spoke.
"My family was not selfish," she said through gritted teeth, "they cared about their family."
"They only cared for their family because it was more people they could welcome into their group of murderers. They could care less about you and your brother, they just wanted you for what they could use you as, not because you were you," Callen shot back.
She seemed shocked at what he said, like she had never thought of it before. I have to admit, if she wasn't in the room, I would give him a pat on the back for telling her what she needed to hear. At this point, I don't know if he was personally involved in this case or not, but honestly if we take him off of the case he's just going to go all lone wolf , which is ten times worse than facing everything with us. We needed him, and believe it or not he needed us just as much.
Since she had her guard down now, I figure it would be the best time to chime in. "Your brother is the same way, Mia. I'm surprised you haven't realized what's going on," I hinted. Her head snapped in my direction. "What are you talking about," she spat. "Why do you think we're here instead of trying to find your brother if he was out running around? We already found your brother, Mia, and he's the one putting all the blame on you," she began rapidly shaking her head as I went on. "Your brother says that he was in Romania while the kidnappings took place. He said that you called him saying that you and some guy Laurence kidnapped federal agents and needed his help. He told us that he took no part in the kidnappings and that the only reason he came to America was to stop you. "
"No, no, no. That's not true! I know my brother!" She was yelling now. "Do you," Callen started," Because your brother says that he would never do anything to jeopardize having his children raised without a father. Someone who is supposed to teach and support their children. He would do anything in the world to not risk them being raised like you guys had been." She took a few deep breaths, debating whether or not to believe them. A couple of stray tears ran down her face.
"He told me that I should find someone to help us. someone that has the same anger against you guys and knew how to 'handle' things. That's when I stumbled across Laurence. Laurence told me about how his gang and what you did to it. Last month, we started looking into gangs that had been taken down recently. We did some research and then we found those two agents of yours. We got their location and found out they were involved with another gang that Laurence knew of. So, we met up with a few guys and told them they were agents under cover, and that if they led them to us, we would make sure they were taken care of correctly."
"That's when you met with them, saying that you had some valuable information," Sam replied. "Yeah, Laurence met with them a couple of times and then he told them that I was pretty high in the business and that he could introduce us. We had the gang play along, and they fell for it. We met at a warehouse on Santee street." In both their earpieces, Callen and Sam heard Eric saying, "Pulling it up now." they focused their attention back to Mia.
" We kept them there and that's where we made the video. We knew we had cover up so Laurence left to watch one of the guys houses and planted a bomb. He went to the other house, and that's when he saw your team there. He called me and told me he was going to blow the place up after you left so that he wouldn't get caught since you guys wouldn't come back if you had already looked. He didn't want you guys to find anything that they might have written down or whatever that would lead you back to us. My brother told me that it was better that he stayed in Romania for a while so that you guys would think the agents were with him there, instead of here. He was supposed to come today, because he wanted us to help plant more bombs, but he never showed up. I figured he went to do it on his own. Laurence didn't come back either after he took off for the hospital he found that your team mates were in. He told me he was going to find a way to end things. " Callen had heard everything that she had said, but his mind was still stuck on "plant more bombs".
"How many bombs were there," Sam asked as if reading Callen's mind. She eyed them suspiciously. "There were supposed to be six, not including the agent's houses, but I was only able to make four. Two for the agents houses, and two for elsewhere. I was supposed to put one in Anthony's house too, but you guys showed up so I didn't have enough time to decide where I would come back and put it after I went back to the warehouse to make another one. My brother told me to leave whatever bombs I made at a meeting place and he would plant them. Callen and Sam looked at each other. "Where are those bombs, Mia," Callen asked. "Why would I tell you, that's the only thing I have left in order to receive revenge." Callen and Sam once again shared another glance. If that's the only thing she has left for revenge, then she has already told them where the agents are. The ware house. They're still there. They only needed one more thing, and then they could leave to rescue Jericho and Jacob.
"Mia, you are going away for life for what you have done. If you would like to skip the death penalty, I would suggested telling us where the bombs are. Now," Callen said sternly. Mia didn't answer. "If you want us to believe you when you say that your brother was just as involved in this as you were, then prove it by telling us where he was going to plant the bombs." She looked at them both and after a moment, spoke again. "I left them in a gold chevy malibu parked in the parking lot next to Ristorante Al Mare. He was planning on leaving one on the Santa Monica Pier, and one at the warehouse." Sam moved immediately and opened the door. Callen followed after him. Just as they were walking through, Mia called out to them. "We weren't going to wait for another 2 days when your time was up to decide to blow anything up. Philip came into the country so that we could set the timer for today." They took in what she said, turned and walked out the door.
I'm SO SORRY for the long wait, but I was just having a hard time figuring out how the story will play out. I've basically been writing chapters based on what idea I had gotten for them a day or two before. I hope you consider this longer-than-normal chapter as a peace offering, because it was certainly meant as one.
See you next year!
Sidnee
