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Callen had the urge to say 'what we have here is a failure to communicate' even though that was from Cool Hand Luke rather than The Good, The Bad and The Ugly.

Slowly two members of the first group started backing away from everyone. Their backs were to a wall; one had his gun out and was dragging someone with him.

Callen saw them move, "Don't move!" he ordered. This, not surprisingly, didn't deter them in the least. They continued their slow progress to the back of the gathering. Callen called out again, "Federal Agents, Do NOT Move!" Again, he was unheeded. He knew he would have to defuse the situation before anyone panicked and fired a shot. That would lead to people dying needlessly, something he wasn't going to let happen. Suddenly, they broke free of the group and ran, hell bent for election, down the hall and out of site. Or so they thought.

"Eric, you got them?"

"Yep. Callen they're headed toward the arena! There're still a lot of people in there. Kensi, Sam and Deeks are alerted."

In those few short seconds, two of the Chinese group and one Security group member also turned and chased after the runners.

"Eric?"

"I got'em. Do you want Kensi or Sam as back up?"

"No, others." He knew he was being vague but he didn't want to let on that it was just him and Nell.

Eric punched a few keys, "Ok. I've alerted the building's security staff. They're on their way."

"What good are they, Eric?"

"Callen, they're the closest. It's either them or Kensi, Sam or Deeks. Anyone else is more than 10 minutes away." Eric said having forgotten one person.

Callen's side of the entire conversation was listened to by the people in front of him. He calmly turned the conversation back to them, "We're NCIS. That means federal agents. Put your guns down." No one moved. "Put your guns down now before someone does something stupid." Still no one moved; was it because no one wanted to be the one that moved to quickly and caused a shoot-out? Probably not; it was more likely that no one trusted anyone else not to shoot them if they put their guns down. Callen had an idea that had worked in the past, maybe it would this time as well. "Eric, contact Hetty." He didn't know if bringing up Hetty's name would do any good or do anything at all really but he knew he had to do something.

His guess was rewarded, "Hetty….Lange?" The spokesman and the only one of the first group to not have a gun out, asked.

Bingo! Thought Callen. "Yes. She's our boss. Now put your guns down."

"When I hear it from her." He stated.

Callen glanced at Nell, "I don't suppose you have a cell phone in an easily accessible location on you?"

Nell glared at him as best as she could without turning her head. She shook her head and said "No. It was either the gun or a phone."

"Ok, I'm going to reach for my phone, don't anyone shoot me." Callen released one hand from his weapon and slowly and deliberately took his phone from his back pocket. Keeping his gun and eyes trained on the situation, he quickly punched in his security code and used the speed dial to call Hetty.

One ring, two rings, three rings…. "Yes Mr. Callen?"

"Hetty, there are some people here who would like to talk to you. Hang on a second." He held the phone out to the one who had spoken.

The man took the phone, "Hetty?" He asked as he turned his back to Callen.

Callen couldn't hear what was said but it was shortly thereafter that Callen had his phone back. "Are we good?" Callen asked.

"Yes." He addressed the rest of the people with him, "lower your guns." No one moved. "I said lower your guns." Finally the members of the first group started to very slowly lower their weapons. The Chinese group and the two remaining members of the Security group didn't lower their weapons.

"Someone isn't listening very well." Nell pointed out.

The leader of the first group spoke harshly to those around him in that same strange language. Reluctantly, the Chinese people started to lower their weapons; at the same time the security group did as well. Both groups eyeing each other warily.

Callen didn't recognize the language that was used but whatever was said got the desired results and weapons were lowered. "I would prefer everyone put their guns on the ground." Callen mentioned. Neither he nor Nell had lowered their guns. "I'm sure it's been mentioned that we are federal agents. So…?"

He looked Callen in the eye before, "Yes, Yes," he said dismissively, "everyone put your guns on the ground for the agents." Which he repeated in the second language. Again it took time but soon all the weapons were on the floor except those held by Callen and Nell.

"I don't recognize that language. What is it?" Callen asked.

He shook his head, "Hetty should have trained you better."

"I've tried, Bolat, I have tried." Hetty chuckled as she approached from behind Callen. "It's an obscure dialect from Eastern Kazakstan, Mr. Callen. Very rarely used outside the region where Kazakstan, China, Mongolia and Russia meet. Please lower your weapons." She motioned to Callen and Nell. After both complied Hetty introduced her agents to the man in front of them, "May I present Bolat Niyazov." She clasped her hands in front of her and looked Bolat in the eye, Now, what is going on here?"

From Eric's station in the ops room, he was able to watch everything as it unfolded. Once he heard Hetty mention Bolat Nivazov's name he started an internet search. He was still able to continue monitoring what was happening with the men who had raced down the hall.

He determined where the men were likely to enter the arena and let Kensi and Sam know. Deeks was still not going to be much help since from the moment he won the match and emerged from the caged ring, he was surrounded by sports reporters, bloggers and anyone else who wanted something from him. Polson, who had no idea about the drama going on around him, was sitting in his seat watching his fighter work the media like a pro. Polson couldn't but smile like a proud papa. This was the fighter he knew Wyler could be.

Kensi and Sam moved into position, one at each of the entrances that might be used. No sooner did they get in position before two men came hurtling out of the entrance nearest Sam. The first man raced past Sam but Sam acted on instinct and grabbed the second man and slammed him into the wall. Kensi skidded over to cover the apprehended man with her weapon, disarming him and placing him on his knees with his ankles crossed and fingers laced together behind his head. As soon as Sam saw Kensi had the man under control, he started after the man that ran past him. He didn't get more than a step away when someone plowed into him from behind. Both of them went down hard. They recovered quickly and pointed guns at each other. "Federal agents. Lower your weapon!" Sam instructed. Suddenly they were hurdled while they were still trying to get untangled from each other.

Two men jumped over the men on floor and headed in different directions. One went straight toward the exit; the second man headed around the ring and directly towards Deeks.

Kensi saw the men who had arrived in an Olympic Track & Field moment, split up and warned her partner, "Deeks! Stop that guy!"

Deeks looked up from talking with reporters when he heard his name. He saw the man coming at him and pushed his way out of the crowd. He stopped right in the man's way and tried to stop him without resorting to violence. "Hey man! Glad you stayed for the fight. You wanted an autograph, right? Hang on a second. Let me get a pen." He pretended to search himself for a pen. Plainly ridiculous as he was still in his fight gear.

To the Chinese man it was an obvious delaying tactic. He sneered at the shaggy blonde man and tried to push him out of the way. That gave Deeks the opening he needed and he did a simple yet unexpected disarm that Sam had taught him. He stepped back out of attack range as he pointed the weapon at the now disarmed man. Huh. What do you know, it worked, Deeks thought. He now had a gun pointed at the man and quietly stated "LAPD. On the ground."

The man rolled his eyes but didn't move. Deeks indicated with the gun to get on the ground. The unspoken command was ignored until he saw the index finger had been moved from the trigger guard to the trigger. Sneering the entire time but understanding the command he lowered himself to his knees. A quick second motion of the gun from Deeks and the man was face down on the ground. Deeks kept a close on eye him since there was no way for him to secure his prisoner.

When Kensi shouted for Deeks she also gained the attention of Polson. He watched has his fighter stopped the armed man and in a move straight out of a movie, disarmed him and had him on the ground. One thing Polson had learned was to trust Wyler. Wyler didn't like this guy and so Polson didn't like him or his partner who was headed his way. A split second decision and Polson ducked down out of the way, making sure to 'accidently' leave a crutch in the way at the just the right moment. As the man stumbled over the obstacle, Polson moved just close enough to plant the end of his other crutch, baseball style, against an exposed kidney area. The instant shot of pain radiating from the impact dropped him to his knees with an agonized cry. This gave Polson the time he needed to get up behind him and place the crutch across the throat of the downed man. Polson pulled back with both hands, putting him in a chokehold. He was grateful that he didn't have to move to far as walking and balance were still a problem. He hoped he didn't accidently choke this guy if he fell over or something.

The reporters, bloggers, spectators and looky-lous that were still there were stunned into silence. But this was LA and strange things like this seemed to happen frequently. As such the people from LA had recorded Deeks' incident even as they hit the ground or ducked behind large trash bins. They were preparing to upload the footage to their sites and social media but when they hit send the files were missing. Shouts of anger and disbelief could be heard coming from the control booth as well. Eric was a faster draw than anyone and had activated the eraser devise. All audio, video and photographic recordings of the fight suddenly went blank.

As people were starting to come out of hiding, grumbling about the missing files, Kensi had managed to secure her prisoner and deposit him next to Sam's. She started towards Deeks to assist him but was waylaid, "Can someone please come help me here? I don't know how much longer I can hold this guy." Polson shouted.

Kensi hustled over to Polson and discovered that the man was in too much pain to move a whole lot. She turned to Polson, "what did you do to him?" She secured the injured man while Polson turned to find a seat; his legs and back nearly giving out on him.

He explained, "Crutch to the kidney. Hit the sciatic nerve; drops'em to their knees. It won't kill him but he'll wish he was dead. I don't think I hit him hard enough to do any real damage but he'll probably pee blood for a week or two."

"Eric, we need an ambulance." Kensi asked confused at the reason for his actions. "Why?"

Polson pointed towards Deeks. "Wyler's in this mess because of me. If he doesn't like that guy," here to pointed to the man Deeks still held on the ground, "then I don't like this guy." He pointed at the man he hit with the crutch. "I had to do something."

Kensi smiled at him, "Stay here. He's not going anywhere, thanks to you, but you should wait here as well. I want the paramedics to check you over as well."

"I'm fine." Polson stated but still nodded his head in agreement.

Kensi left him and headed to Deeks. "Well partner, you seemed to catch all the action tonight." He had secured his prisoner with the help of an off duty, rookie LAPD officer who had come to watch the fight. She eyed the young man standing close to Deeks. He had a wide-eyed look while at the same time trying to pull off 'confidence.' "Who's a…?" She pointed at the young man.

"He helped secure this guy." Deeks indicated the Chinese man, secured with zip ties next to him. "Off duty LAPD."

Kensi nodded to officer, "Thanks." The young officer who blushed nodded back. "Younger all the time, huh?" She asked Deeks.

Deeks nodded in agreement. He retained the weapon as Kensi pulled the prisoner along to Sam and their other prisoners, except of course the one by Polson. Not surprisingly the rookie followed them.

"What's a…what's with…" here Deeks pointed over to Polson who was looking green. "Is he ok?"

Kensi looked to where Deeks had pointed. She smiled, "I think so. Eric's called a bus for the other guy." Deeks looked a question at her, "Polson hit him in the kidney with a crutch." Deeks straightened his back and winced in sympathy. "When it gets here, I want Polson looked over as well." She looked closer at him, "I think he might be in a bit of shock."

As they were watching him, Polson struggled to his feet and moved as quickly as he could to the nearest trash barrel. He arrived just as his stomach emptied itself. "You alright there, Neil?" Deeks hollered at him.

Polson raised his hand the air, "I'm goo…" the rest was lost to the next round of un-swallowing everything he ate that evening. When he finished, he felt strong hands take him by shoulders and sit him down in his wheelchair. He looked at who helped him and was pleasantly surprised that his driver had finally come out of hiding enough to actually help him. "Thanks for the help."

Sam, Kensi and Deeks watched him for a moment before Sam continued with the case. "Eric? Where's the other guy?" This caught Deeks attention because he hadn't known there was 'another guy'.

"He's secure Sam. Security grabbed him as he tried to run past them. He tried to fight his way through 4 of them. That didn't work so well." Eric smirked as he watched the scene. "Three off duty LA County Deputy Sheriffs and one off duty CHP officer have effectively prevented him from leaving the building."

"Sheriffs and CHP?" Kensi asked.

"Oh to work by the light of the moon." Deeks lyrically countered. Kensi rolled her eyes, Sam chuckled and the rookie looked confused. Deeks directed his next comment at the rookie, "Moonlighting, Pointdexter."

"Hetty wants everyone back at the boatshed, Sam." Eric informed them.

"Copy that. Eric, we need transport for all these people. They won't all fit in the Challenger. Kensi you stay with Polson and the other guy. Take Pointdexter here with you." Sam chuckled. Kensi gave him the 'you're a jerk' look before heading over to Polson to wait for the ambulance. Sam looked at the rookie who hadn't moved yet. The stare worked and the rookie quickly took off to catch up with Kensi. "Deeks, get changed and meet me back here." Deeks handed over the weapon he still had before he turned to walk back to the locker room. "Hey, Deeks, good fight tonight!" Deeks didn't turn around but raised his fist into the air for the required victory fist pump as he walked away making Sam smile.

"Eric, transport?" Sam requested again eyeing the three men he had in custody.

"On its way."