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Title: Rogue Agents

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.

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Born to Be Wild

Chapter 12

"I got the perfect theme song for you," Sam said, turning over in bed and cuddling up to his lover.

G inched backward into Sam wanting closer skin contact. "What?"

"Born to Be Wild."

He glanced over his shoulder. "I think you have the wrong song, man," he said. "I've lost that intensity I've had for so long."

"Yeah, because I judged you too much."

"I was reckless and a rogue agent and expected you to rescue me."

"I was wrong to judge you."

G rolled over onto his back. "I was dangerous and now I'm afraid to be that dangerous after three attempts on my life." And afraid to piss off Sam with going rogue. He knew his partner hated it when he went off without informing him and allowing contact. Yet at times he needed to go rogue. His partner failed to understand the things he pursued.

"I know and that's what it takes for you to be successful on this ops," Sam said. "You must return to your natural bent. You were 'born to be wild.'"

"You mean born to go rogue."

"Yeah, going rogue is your natural bent as an agent."

"My what?"

"Remember you once said that if I was a natural born agent, you were a supernatural born agent?"

"Yeah, I remember that."

"Well, I do believe you are a supernatural born agent."

"Come on, man, I was joking with you."

"You're a legend NCIS agent with expertise in going rogue." G sighed and turned back to his side. Sam rolled him onto his back again. "Listen to me—"

"To your cockamamie idea."

"You shouldn't use cock when referring to my ideas." Sam grinned wide.

"That's gonna cost you." G smirked.

He leaned over and planted a light kiss on his lover's lips. "Seriously, man, you need to hear me out."

"So you can fill my head with bullshit?"

"While you slept I downloaded a copy of Steppenwolf's song, 'Born to Be Wild,' onto our iPad2."

"And you'll force me to listen to it on the plane and in the car and on our way to the ops?"

"Yep."

"I always liked the song, but it never quite fit."

"What doesn't fit?"

"It's about two people going on an adventure."

"Ah, I see, true, and now?"

G wrapped his arms around Sam's neck and drew him closer. "And now, I guess I don't have an excuse any more."

"Guess?" He cupped his lover's face in both hands and kissed him again.

"Okay, I'm certain." He grinned wide.

"I'll refrain from making snide remarks about you going rogue," Sam said. "In exchange, you'll up your game and get back into your mind set."

"You make it sound so simple, but it's not." G turned back to his side and inched backward into Sam. "I got a different problem now."

"You always had a problem, because of your childhood."

"And you're saying this because?"

"Use your current memories and flashbacks as you used your childhood memories and flashbacks to empower you."

"How?"

"To help you discover the truth about what happened to you, and go after these bastards who attempted to murder you."

"Sounds easy enough." G's forehead creased with deep lines and his eyebrows furrowed.

"I know that look, man," Sam said, surrounding his lover's chest with an arm. "Only this time, we're going on that adventure together. You're not alone."

"In the end though, I'll have to confront the bastard myself."

"Yeah, and I'll stand by your side."

"And hold my hand?"

"If you want me to do that I will." He smirked.

"I could just see us on an ops with you holding my hand as I confront a perpetrator or a killer." The corners of his mouth turned upward.

"That look I like."

G turned onto his back again. "And what about the emergence of these damned memories?" He asked. "They don't exactly notify you when they're about to come to the surface."

"One day at a time, sweetheart," Sam said. "How about this evening we practice at the firing range again?"

"If you want something just ask." G smirked.

"No, seriously, man, we need to get in more hours at the firing range."

"And you need to get in more hours on me afterward?"

"If you want something just ask." The corners of Sam's mouth turned upward.

# # #

G was thinking of only one thing on the way to the firing range: How to kill the son-of-a-bitch who was his supervisor. The problem was the more he thought about him, the more he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. After twenty minutes of intense focus on that man, he was oversteering.

"Hey, sweetheart, you need to relax." Sam reached over and stroked his partner's thigh.

He startled and swerved. "Damn it, I wasn't expecting that."

"Did you hear what I told you?"

G tilted his head.

"I guess not, relax, man, you're uptight again."

He sighed long and deep and slumped back in his seat relaxing his hands on the steering wheel. Here comes another night of overshooting too. Screw this! I oversteer and I overshoot. I need to relax and let go as I did before when I used go rogue on Sam and he hated me doing it.

"G?"

Crap. I almost missed the firing range's parking lot. He turned sharp into the parking lot and overshot the driveway. He ran over the curb.

"Maybe I should drive, sweetheart."

G shot him a look. That damned song glared on the car's sound system and that didn't help him focus on driving either. Born to Be Wild. That he was and right now he hated that part of himself. In the past, it had created distance between Sam and him. He needed to make peace within, before he could accept that song as his 'go get 'em song.'

"You plan to turn off the engine any time soon?"

"Backseat driver." He turned off the ignition and shot his partner another look, this time with an added wry smile.

Sam and G climbed out of the Challenger and grabbed their gun cases from the trunk.

"I hope this time you can keep your hands to yourself and stay in your own firing lane."

Sam wrapped an arm around G's waist and slid his hand down over his lover's buttocks and gave them a squeeze. "And miss the chance to ogle and grope you while you shoot your gun."

"You need practice."

"Yeah, you said it, I need practice ogling and groping your available hot and sexy body." He squeezed G's buttocks again and released them. He chuckled.

"Me and my big mouth," he said. "You know what I meant."

"And those soft, luscious lips."

"Crap."

Sam moved his hand up to the small of G's back and pressed him forward toward the check-in counter. "Another night time rendezvous with my sweetheart," he whispered into his ear, licking and sucking on his lover's earlobe.

"Sam!" Shivers traveled up and down his spine while he attempted to concentrate on the check-in.

"You know you like it, man, so stop fighting it." He lowered his voice more and nibbled on his lover's earlobe. G finished signing them both into the firing range and quickened his pace toward his firing lane. Sam matched his lover's pace stride for stride coming along side him as he reached the last two firing lanes. He purposely bumped into the back of his lover pushing him toward the dividing bunker wall between their firing lanes. "I'm gonna have my way with you." Sam set his gun case on the ground next the bunker wall.

"Damn it, and how I'm supposed to keep my focus on what I'm doing?"

Sam took G's gun case and set it on the other side of his lover. "You're not, man, I'm hereby releasing you from any focus on anything but me." He licked and nibbled on his lover's earlobe.

"Didn't we come here to shoot?"

"Yep." He wrapped an arm around G's waist and unbuckled his lover's belt with his free hand.

"Sam, what the hell—"

"Easy, man, and enjoy yourself, I'll have you relaxed in no time." He unzipped his lover's pants.

He sighed. "You know this wouldn't work on an ops."

"Sure it would, but we'd need to find a private spot." He slid his hands into his lover's pants. "Yeah, just how I like you to dress, no boxers. Thought I had something planned for after the firing range?"

G gasped. "A guy can always hope."

"I figure in a couple of minutes you'll be relaxed enough to fire without missing."

"Can we skip this part?" He panted, getting closer to releasing a load.

Sam nibbled on his lover's earlobe and breathed in his ear.

"Damn it, you know that does it to me every time." He shoved his groin into his lover's hands. "Please, damn it…" G grabbed the bunker and panted. Shivers traveled up and down his spine.

"You want it now, don't you?" He asked, keeping his voice low and sensuous. "You ready?"

"Stop teasing me."

Sam pumped his lover's stiff member once more and released his hands. G started to yell his lover's name. Sam quickly covered his mouth. "You don't want anyone else to know you're shooting." He chuckled and removed his hand.

"Damn." G leaned against his lover and relaxed in his arms.

"Ready to shoot your gun now?"

"I just did." The corners of his mouth turned upward.

"Smart-ass."

G zipped up his jeans and buckled his belt. "Now I have the inevitable wet spot," he said. "Thankfully not on my own pants."

"They hose this area down after we leave."

"Maybe we're not the only ones shooting something other than a loaded and licensed weapon." He chuckled. G lifted his gun case off the ground and set it on the table. "Time for some other type of shooting." He removed his gun from the case and filled it with blanks.

Sam set his gun case on a table in his firing lane and removed his gun and loaded it. "Need any help just yell."

"Only if you plan to take it all the way." G snickered.

"Playing nasty now?"

"Nope, playing hard to get." He chuckled.

"I like that in a man, hard and hard to get."

"Sam, just practice, okay."

"And who said I wasn't practicing a few minutes ago?" He stepped up to the line and readied his weapon.

"Damn, a one track mind." G positioned his body and aimed his weapon.

"Ready, on three," Sam said.

"One."

"Two."

"Three," G said, firing his first shot. A perfect hit in the center of the unsub's heart. Sam fired too, hitting his target dead on in the groin. "A groin shot?" G asked.

"Yeah, I'm preparing myself for what is to come."

"That's rude." G leaned over the bunker wall inviting his lover to kiss him.

"And effective." Sam grasped his lover's face and kissed him tenderly on his extra soft lips. "Hot and sexy."

They separated and positioned themselves for their next shots.

"Ready, on three," G said.

# # #

He awakened from one of his most harrowing nightmares in the last month and climbed out of bed. After staggering for several minutes from the disorienting effects of the nightmare, G regained his balance and grabbed an aqua colored, cotton blanket off the bed wrapping it around his sweaty, naked body. He entered the closet and hid in the far corner rocking himself with his arms wrapped around his drawn up knees. A high pitched keening sound escaped his lips as flashbacks ripped through the recesses of his mind, sending him back to the moment when his supervisor, Brad Gowan, had first raped him. G now knew his name. For some reason, he had blocked out his supervisor's name until this memory. His rocking increased to a fever pitch causing him to fall to his side and curling into a fetal position on the dark teal carpet. He failed to notice his lover's presence.

Sam wrapped his arms around G's chest and brought him back into his body as he cocooned himself around his lover's body. He wrapped the blanket around them both and rocked his lover in his arms until the keening came to an end.

"Sam?" He asked over an hour later.

"Yeah, I'm here, sweetheart."

"I need you to pick me up and hold me."

"On my lap?"

"No, I need, oh crap, I need you to rock me in your arms while you carry me."

Sam stood and helped G off the carpet. He lifted him into his arms and rocked him. "Good?"

"Perfect." He laid his head on his lover's chest and closed his eyes. "There is no Twayne Gowan. Don't know why I made up that name. Doesn't make sense. I didn't remember my perpetrator's name until this horrible nightmare and I don't know why. He was my supervisor. I didn't remember his damned name."

"Don't push yourself to remember why and understand all this," he said. "The brain does strange things to protect us when we're traumatized."

"Can you cuddle with me on the bed, I need to get warm."

"How about a hot bath?"

G pulled away from Sam, arching his back as if he were a small child trying to free himself from an adult's arms. "Shit!"

"Hey, calm—"

"Put me down, damn it, put me down." He whimpered.

Sam lowered his lover onto the bed.

"Crap!" He curled into a fetal position again, grabbing at his knees and struggling to pull them closer to his chest. A keening sound pierced the air as if it were a fierce, howling Santa Ana wind penetrating and dividing canyon walls. G wrapped his arms tight around his drawn up knees and rocked himself.

Sam stared down at his lover's distressed body for less than a minute. He grabbed the aqua blanket off the closet floor and draped it over G's naked body. Next, he increased the heat in the bedroom. Afterward, he settled at the head of the bed, giving his lover plenty of space and privacy at the foot of the bed.

More than an hour passed before G stirred and relaxed his body, stretching and releasing the kinks in his neck and lower back. He rolled over to his left side and noticed Sam dozing at the head of the bed. G crawled up to him, pulling the blanket with him and snuggling into his lover's side. "Please cuddle me," he said, keeping his voice low. He shivered, fearing what might come next.

Sam wrapped his arm around G's shoulders and brought him closer into his side. "I'm here if you need to talk," he said. "And I'm sorry if I triggered you."

"He, crap," he said, shivering and shaking, "used to make me take a hot bath with him. Remember I told you about it."

"Yeah, I remember and you don't have to do anything with me, sweetheart." Sam kissed the top of his head.

"I know, crap, but the memory it's all mixed up with here and now and then and some other place."

"Costa Rica?"

"Yeah, oh crap, yeah, that place." He shuddered hard with a flashback of Brad forcing him into the bathtub with him. "He raped me before, oh crap, I can't talk about this."

"Then don't, sweetheart, there's no pressure." He kissed his head again.

"He wasn't like you, Sam," G said. "He never allowed me to have any sexual release. It was only about him." He buried his face in Sam's chest, tears freely falling down his cheeks and onto his lover's smooth, chocolate brown skin.

"I love you," he said, stroking and caressing G's shoulders.

He raised his head. "I know and I feel it."

"I'm sorry that bastard put you through anything at all," Sam said. "You didn't deserve it." With his free hand, he brushed the tears from his lover's eyes.

"Make love to me."

"I don't know if—"

"I need to know it's you."

"I understand, but I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't, Sam, please, I need you." G wrapped his right arm around his lover's waist. "I need to smell you and know you are here not him."

Sam raised his lover's face until their lips were close and leaned over to give him the most tender kiss ever.

# # #

G entered the family room off the kitchen. His jaw dropped and he stopped moving forward. "You've got to be kidding."

Sam bumped into him. "You should at least warn me next time you plan to make an abrupt stop."

He cocked his head sideways.

"Well, you stopped."

"Is this what I think it is?"

"Call it an icebreaker."

"A what?"

"A conversation starter?"

"I call it childish."

"Fun?"

G crossed his arms and refused to go near the setup on the floor in front of the fireplace.

"It won't bite, I promise."

"And the purpose of this… game?"

"Ultimately?"

"Ah, I see, you have several purposes lined up."

Sam sighed. "I thought you would enjoy this as a change of pace from our usual conversations about what happened with your supervisor, Brad Gowan."

G sighed and shook his head.

"No?"

"I'm glad I got dressed as you suggested."

"I'm glad you didn't put much on."

"Damn it."

"Let's sit down." Sam sat cross-legged on the beige wool blend carpet on one side of the game's setup. "Sit opposite me."

"I…"

"Still resisting my creative endeavors."

"This is not a creative endeavor."

Sam pushed his lower lip forward.

"You're pouting?" G sat cross-legged on the carpet across from Sam and examined the game's setup. Two omelettes at the ten and two positions, two cards with the word 'share' at the eight and four positions, and Sam and him at the twelve and six positions. One upright beer bottle in the middle.

"Do I need to explain the game?"

"I've played enough times."

"Really, when did you kiss your first girl?"

"Sam!" He crossed his arms again.

"Okay, but have you played by my rules?"

"I should've known there was a catch."

"Loser gets it all on the blanket over there by the fire."

"It all?"

"An hour long sensuous massage and lovemaking session."

G eyed the blanket and massage oil sitting next to it. "I like those rules so far and the rest?"

"Ah, you know me so well," Sam said, a wide grin spreading over his face. "You spin the bottle and receive what each spot has to offer."

"Share?"

"Yeah, you share something about what you're remembering."

"Only me?"

"Yep."

"Kind of lopsided."

"Kind of?" Sam snickered.

"Damn," G said. "Anything else I should know about?"

"An item of clothing is lost on each share spot."

"Wait one damned minute," he said. "You don't lose any clothes then."

"Nope."

"And you call this a fair game of spin-the-bottle?"

"It's spin-the-bottle by my rules."

"Wasn't the original about kissing the person to whom the bottle neck points on stopping?"

"Yep."

"Damn it, you've got me no matter where I land."

"Except on the omelette which you need for nourishment."

"This game is stacked in your favor."

"Yep."

"Can you say anything else?"

"I love how those ocean blue t-shirts look on your sexy body."

G's jaw dropped.

"Shall we begin?"

"Who's first?"

"You, sweetheart," Sam said in his more seductive voice.

G grabbed the bottle, laid it on its side, and gave it a hard spin hoping it landed on an omelette or his partner. The odds were against him getting a bite of omelette. He watched the bottle slow and stop at an omelette and breathed out a huge sigh of relief. G picked up the fork.

"It's not that easy." Sam took the fork from his partner and placed a bite of omelette on it. "Open wide." He leaned over the playing field and fed his partner. "Good?"

He finished chewing the piece of egg dish and swallowed it. "Excellent as always."

Sam picked up the bottle and rubbed it with both hands. "Land on 'share.'"

G shot him a look. "I hope no genie is coming out of that bottle," he said, "and granting you your wish."

"Where's your sense of humor?"

"Out the proverbial window."

He laid the bottle on its side and spun it hard. Both men watched as it slowed, each one hoping for it to land on their favorite spot. "Ah, perfect, you feed me some omelette."

G took the fork and sliced off a piece of omelette and placed it in his own mouth and leaned over the playing field. With his mouth, he passed it to his partner and finished with a kiss. After his partner had chewed and swallowed the omelette, G wrapped his arms around the back of Sam's neck and kissed him again.

"Now, there you go changing the rules." He smirked.

"You said I need to practice going rogue." The corners of his mouth turned upward.

"Damn you're good," he said. "If you're this good on the ops we should have no worries."

"If only I could be this innovative." The lines in his forehead creased.

"You've always been creative and innovative," Sam said. "That's what makes you a supernatural operator."

G sat back down and spun the bottle. He cringed when it landed on a 'share' spot.

"One item of clothing."

He removed one slipper.

Sam shook his head.

"Well."

"Thought you'd be more brazen and remove your sexy t-shirt."

"Now I need to share." He chose the first thing which popped into his mind. "Brad Gowan taught me how to go rogue. He's the best teacher I've ever had on the practice of going rogue. I'm thankful for his instruction and encouragement."

Sam's jaw dropped.

"Shocker?"

"I never expected this."

"And now I hate it."

"Hate it?"

G stood up and strode over to the fireplace. He stared at the orange and yellow flames shooting up from the logs. Sam came along side him and wrapped an arm around his partner's waist. "Yeah, I'm ambivalent about what I learned from him and that I learned it from him."

"But you just said—"

"I know what I just said, and it's how I felt for years," he said. "But now, with us and our relationship and this ops, I just don't know any more. And too, now that I've remembered what Brad did to me, it changes everything about what he taught me."

"It changes nothing."

G jerked away from Sam and stepped sideways to one end of the fireplace. "Damn it, it does!"

"Come on, man, what does it change?"

"Before I did it and it didn't matter about the people around me."

"And now it does?"

"Yeah, I love you, and I don't want to hurt you."

"Wait a minute, who says you're hurting me by going rogue?"

"Hetty, for one."

"She told you that?"

"Not exactly, but she might as well have."

"Because she told you it is your team."

"Yeah, and I shouldn't abandon them for my own needs."

"That's true."

"See, going rogue hurts people."

"If you go rogue and pursue a case on your own without backup, that hurts your team and it's dangerous."

"And that's what I've always done, that's what he taught me to do." He sighed.

"I see your concern, man, but this is different," Sam said. "This time Hetty has asked you to go rogue."

G started to walk toward the hallway and Sam came along side him. "I can't play this stupid game any more."

"Which one?"

"Damn it, neither one of these stupid games, there's too much at risk." He plodded out of the family room heading toward the bedroom.

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