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When they returned to the office Sam was still no where to be found although Deeks suspected there was now a huge hole in the punch bag that hung in the gym. As they still hadn't found anything useful, Deeks decided there was no point trying to speak to him.
Sam slammed another fist into the punch bag, how had they kept this from him? Why did they keep it from him? He thought Callen trusted him, hell he thought Kensi trusted him, he sure as hell trusted them, well he had trusted them, now he wasn't so sure. How many lies had they fed him, how much crap had he fallen for? Sam stopped and looked at the bag, this wasn't helping, he wanted then back, get some answers from them direct. Real answers not the crap they'd obviously been feeding him. Deeks, where did he fit into this, Callen and Sam both knew his interest in Kensi was more that professional, Callen had said categorically that Kensi wouldn't go there, Sam hadn't been so sure, but then again Callen had inside information didn't he. So much for his best friend, did Callen really have his back? Callen always had a weird sense of team but this was just wrong, Kensi was like their little sister, the whole thing was just wrong. He needed to talk to them, no actually he needed to yell at them, ask them what the hell they thought they were playing at, where the hell did they get off putting everyone in danger so they could play happy families when no one was looking? OK that wasn't fair, maybe they were happy, maybe they were even in love, maybe there was even a different kind of trust. Maybe, maybe. Sam slammed his hand into the bag one last time. Maybe they would tell him the truth, but he had to find them first.
Eric watched Deeks enter the ops centre, well at least one of his team was here, that would have to be enough. 'The GPS from the car shows that McGuire visited 'grid 82' once every 2 weeks.'
'Grid 82?' Gibbs asked.
'It's a military installation,' Nell looked up, 'or at least it was,' she completed.
'It's full of storage bunkers from way back in the 60's,' Eric thought anything pre 2000 was pre historic, really how did people live without tech back then?
'Storage for what Mr Beale,' Hetty was growing impatient.
'Anything really but mainly grain, food stuffs etc,' Eric pulled up a schematic.
'The problem is,' Nell took over, 'there are over 200 of them at 'grid 82', all are at least 40 ft deep and can only be accessed from the top,'
'So if you're stuck at the bottom….'Deeks started.
'You're trapped.' Sam finished for him startling everyone as no one had heard him enter.
'So we search by hand,' Gibbs started to make for the door.
'It's not gonna be that easy, Gibbs,' Abby brought the agent to a stop. 'Looking at these schematics the lids are made of steel, probably take 4 people to open each one, then a ladder to get down to floor level.'
'A search light would be better,' Sam was already working out how to clear 'grid 82' as fast as possible.
'Sure with a search light you could see if there was something inside,' McGee saw Abbys train of thought. 'but if anything was inside we'd need to get down there, that needs a ladder.'
Hetty coughed, bringing everyone's attention onto her, 'It's late people, no Mr Hanna,' she stopped Sam before he objected to what he knew Hetty was about to say. 'I do not propose for us to be searching the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night, we need resources which will take time to organise. Go all of you, get some sleep, we'll meet at this 'grid 82' at 6am.'
Sam started to walk out, 'Mr Hanna,' Hetty stopped him. When they were alone she spoke up, 'I don't want another Dom either, but we can't help Mr Callen and Ms Blye or I guess Mrs Callen right now.'
'Hetty…' Sam started but was swiftly cut off.
'We'll find our friends tomorrow, now go I have much to organise,' Hetty walked away.
Hetty sat at her desk following the myriad of phone calls she had just made, about time I called in those favours before they all retire, she thought. She kept looking at the marriage certificate, how the hell did I not see it? Dominic, Dom… could it be? They had all started to act differently after his death, both Callen and Sam had been watching over Kensi, but Callen had seemed to avoiding her at the same time.
'Hey Kens, you want to come to the Lakers game tomorrow I can get an extra ticket?' Sam smiled as she turned to look at him.
'Kensi's not a hoops fan, Sam, not brutal enough, maybe you should take her to the Kings game instead,' Callen spoke up from behind the report he was writing.
'Not really my thing, sorry Sam, thanks anyways,' Kensi had completely ignored Callen's comment, despite the truth in his statement.
Hetty had watched the exchange between 3 smiling to herself about how they were looking after each other, she never stopped to wonder why Callen didn't want her to go with them.