CALLEN'S POV:
I wasn't entirely sure where I was when I woke up, but my head was pounding, and I felt dizzy and disoriented. Gingerly, I felt the back of my head only to find a huge knot and some dried blood.
My first thoughts were of Livy and our unborn baby. If she had learned that I had gone missing, she would undoubtedly be making herself sick worrying about me. All I wanted to do was get back to my wonderful wife and the beautiful baby that we were going to have.
My baby needed a father, and I was not going to allow my child to grow up fatherless. Livy was right; Sam and Nate were really great guys, but they wouldn't quite cut it if they had to be my baby's father figure. No, I was going to get home to them.
SAM'S POV:
I caught Livy as she felled, and I immediately called for help. The news had shocked her terribly, and I snapped at Eric and Dom to call for help. Hetty knelt down beside me, her face full of horror and fear. Kensi was frozen in place, and Nate seemed unable to comprehend everything that was going on.
"Is she all right?" Vance wanted to know anxiously. "I need a Sit-Rep, Agent Hanna!"
"She fainted, Leon," Hetty told him, her voice razor sharp.
"What are you doing to find G?" I asked, standing up while Hetty tended to Livy.
"Everything. Agent Gibbs' team is working on it, and we've called in the FBI as well. Every agency has offered whatever services necessary to assist us in finding Agent Callen."
The OSP medical staff came into the room just then and began tending to Livy. She was starting to come to, and tears were already streaming down her pale cheeks.
"Not Callen," she sobbed, rocking herself back and forth pitifully. "Oh God! My husband is gone! He's gone."
Her wails cut through everyone's hearts and, although we were already saddened and distressed by the news, the agony that Livy was experiencing made us much worse.
"Her blood pressure is skyrocketing," one of the medical technicians told us. "We need to get her to a hospital."
"Keep me apprised on her condition," Vance insisted.
"And you keep us apprised on your search and rescue mission," Hetty replied shortly. She was angry, and I wasn't the only one who could see it.
LIVY'S POV:
In the hospital, I was given some meds to help with my blood pressure, and the doctor said I needed to stay as calm as possible. How the hell could I be calm when my husband—the love of my life—was missing, and might never be found. Tears kept coming, but I wasn't entirely sure how I had anymore to cry. Nate was with me, but Sam, Kensi, and Dom were packing for their trip to D.C. They were going to assist Gibbs' team with the search for Callen. Hetty was busy helping them, so Nate offered to stay with me.
When the hospital released me, Nate drove me home on orders from Hetty and Director Vance. I walked into the house and saw Callen's jacket hanging on the back of the kitchen chair, and I immediately burst into fresh tears. Nate wisely didn't say anything, but he did pull me into a gentle, nervous hug.
"I'm here, if you want to talk," he told me softly. "But you don't have to."
"Oh, Nate, my baby has to have a father!" I cried, clinging to him. "I can't live without Callen. He's my life!"
"They'll find him, Livy," he promised me.
NATE'S POV:
I had never lied to someone like that before. I couldn't be sure whether or not Callen was alive, or would be found alive, or whether or not he would ever make it home to his wife and unborn child. Still, nothing could persuade me to say all of that to Livy, who was sobbing on my shoulder. I felt a little out of my comfort zone as I held my distraught friend and co-worker. But, for the first time in my life, someone needed me to be there for her—not in a professional capacity, but as a friend and confidante. It was different, but it made me feel a little better about myself.
"You should get some rest," I told Livy quietly. "C'mon." I led her toward the bedroom, but she resisted.
"Not in there!" she whispered. "It reminds me too much of him. I'll take the couch."
"Okay." I only agreed with her because she was so upset, so I grabbed a blanket and spread it over her while she stretched out on the sofa. Within minutes, she fell into a deep, troubled sleep, the tears still streaming down her cheeks.
CALLEN'S POV:
I was in a small room with only one door and one window. The walls were made of cinder blocks, and the door was solid iron. The outside of the window had iron bars on it, but I could see city streets through the cracks. There was a street sign a few hundred feet away, but I couldn't make out the name printed on it.
The door was locked from the outside, and I couldn't budge it no matter how hard I tried. Nor could I hear anyone on the other side of it, no matter how hard I listened. I was hungry, but mostly I was thirsty. Maybe that was the plan—if the people who did this had a plan. Maybe they wanted me to starve to death. Hell, NCIS probably wouldn't ever find my body. And Livy…Livy would give birth to a fatherless baby.
I Hated this chapter, but I'm sick and I don't feel like re-writing it…I promise the next one will be better.