Thank you so much for all the reviews so far! This chapter will probably answer some of the questions you might have after reading the previous one
Oh, and please remember: the way the team behaves in this storyline is only because of my imagination. Never intended so by CBS of course...


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He aimed and shot to where the shots came from, although the sun partly blocked his view. More shots were fired, now from the opposite direction. Then all the shooting suddenly stopped. Had he shot somebody? Sam really couldn't tell. From a street close by, he heard the load roar of a motorcycle, speeding away, followed by the screeching sound of a car leaving as fast as possible.

"G!" Sam shouted again. "Are you okay?" as he had not heard any reaction at first, nor had he heard any shooting from his partner towards where the shots had come from. He hurried to the other side of his car and was relieved to notice movement from where his partner was. Callen had been the one on the side of the car with less protection from it. The startled look on his face was what struck Sam most, even more than the bleeding slash on his temple.

"Stasya?" Callen gasped in horror. "Sam, did she really shoot at me, at us?" Despite the fact his eyes had seen it and his brain was comprehending it, he could not believe it. No way the very same exciting woman he had spent the night with, who had looked at him the way she had looked, no way she could have done this to him.

It was exactly what had been going through Sam's mind. He had talked to her, gained her trust like he trusted her.
"Emma!" he shouted. "It must have been Emma. Still can't believe that either but… give me your phone G."

Without the usual quick throw&catch Callen handed his phone to his partner. The last number he had dialed himself had been Hugh White's and White would be the one who should know if Emma was where she should be, safe at White's place or behind her special designed desk flying drones.
White answered the phone almost immediately and from all the background noises, Sam could hear he was in a car.
"White, this is Sam Hanna speaking. What can you tell me about the whereabouts of Emma Sutherland?—So, she is right where she should be, at the airbase—Oh, okay. Thank you."
Sam hung up, his face puzzled. He slowly shook his head. "So far for that assumption G."

It had taken Deeks and Kensi only a moment to reach their team members, hurrying through the Myers house to the street in front of it but they were far too late to see what happened.
"Callen! You're bleeding!" Kensi exclaimed. "

Now she mentioned it, he remembered how a bullet had grazed his head. He then realized that it was not only because his emotions caused a whirling sensation, his dizziness could be a result of the shooting itself.

'G Callen being shot by Chris Young. Laughing stuff', he thought. The woman he fancied nearly a year ago, the one he wept about when they had told him she died, the gorgeous woman he had met again in here had shot him. Deliberately.
Callen rationalized he should start to accept what he deep down still did not want to believe and it hurt like a bitch. The only ones on Guam besides his own team who knew his former alias Borya Gorjajev, was Igor Yerko. And Chris Young, now known as Stasya Newton. And now she worked together with this Russian? Could it be?

"Hey man, you need to be looked after," Deeks interrupted his thoughts, noticing how pale the head agent was right now.

Callen got up, using the car to support him. "I'm alright," he stated.

"Sure. You're shaking, you're bleeding and the look on your face is, how shall I say, like you're exploding. Would not want to be the one you're thinking of right now," the detective said. "You could kill with only this look, buddy!"

"Shut up Deeks. I don't need you to patronize me," he snapped.

"Hey, calm down G," Sam intervened. Deeks was right, Callen was on the edge. "You're hurt in more than one way pall. I get the feeling, she betrayed you, betrayed our trust. That's what you have to deal with right now. But you need to be patched up as well, soon, because this wound is bleeding like hell."

Now all was quiet, there were more people checking what was going on and it was only a matter of minutes when the police arrived, soon followed by an ambulance.
One of the officers inspected the car, the other started to ask questions.

"The car belongs to Andersen. You're working there?"

"We are not, we're NCIS. And about the car? I was in a hurry and borrowed it from… a friend," Callen said, clenching his jaw as he said this. A friend. That is what he had believed. He bend his head when he was about to show his ID, but when he did, he got dizzy and nauseous at the same time.

"Are you alright, sir?"

"No he's not," Sam said. Then he shouted "Can we have an EMT here?"

"Not necessary Sam, I just need to—" Callen tried, but he knew his partner would be acting like a pit-bull from now on.

"Time to stop the bullheadedness, partner. Sit down. Want me to drag your ass to the ambulance or what?"
One of the ambulance's attendants came running towards Sam's shouting, looked at Callen and asked "Can you walk, sir?"

The look he got from Callen was one he'd rather forget. "How do I look? Of course I can. Now you patch this up, I need to get back to work now." He hoisted himself to an upright position, using the car again as a support. He swallowed, trying to get rid of the nausea. Then finally, he accepted the supportive arm of the EMT and walked with him. "Stitching only - No sedation, that's for sure," he muttered. He hated needles, but needed to keep sharp in the meantime.

The officer turned to Sam now "Any other casualties, as far as you know?" he asked with a smirk.

"Not that I know of. I mean, we—no, I, shot to where the shooting came from, but I don't think I hit somebody."

"They were gone in only a matter of minutes," Kensi told the officer, carefully watching how the EMT managed with Callen. She felt she should be at the ready if necessary, knowing reactions of the senior agent in the past.

"It was as if she wánted to be noticed," Sam suddenly wondered. "The motorcycle… She knew both Callen and I would recognize it. It's odd, don't you think?"

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earlier

She had had one of the best nights ever. Discovering the gorgeous body of G Callen while he discovered hers was more than plain and good sex. It was… Really making love, Chris thought. More than she had ever had, better than she remembered she ever had.
She had felt sorry and disappointed when he had to leave, it was when they were nearly in for a third round. Having his hands touching her body everywhere made her feel vulnerable yet loved, so much that it nearly scared her.
In the past, she had relationships. But the men she had liked abandoned her, were afraid when they were confronted with her job, did not like her independence, they had died on her or betrayed her. With this man it was… different. They had gone through an awful period of distrust, of fear and mourning, and now here they were, both alive, knowing and understanding each other's risky jobs. Chris knew she was falling in love, quicker than she'd ever imagined.
She sighed. He had sent her back to bed, alone. And she did what he had asked, snooze a bit. Dream. Hope he would be back soon, after all, he'd promised to return the car in time.

Since most sleep had left, she decided to have a long, refreshing shower. She took one of her jeans and completed it with a blue shirt and a pair of sneakers. Then, she made herself a coffee and took some cereals for breakfast.
A knock on her door made her look up. He was back, earlier than she thought.

Much to her surprise it was Lauren Skyler standing there. "Hey. Heard you need a ride?"

"Yep, I do. Callen took my car. Should have it back to Andersen this morning, and get my motorcycle back."

"So I've been told," the younger woman said. "So? Ready to go?"

In fact, she wasn't. Actually she was disappointed he had sent Lauren. "Sure. I was just about to have a cup of coffee, but if you're in a hurry?"

"Well… in fact I have a job to do as well."

"In that case, coffee needs to wait," she said with a smile. She closed the door and followed Lauren to her car.

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From a distance, he liked what he saw and could hear. All went according to his plan. The only thing he regretted was that they had not killed that agent, the one who he once trusted. Borya Gorjajev.
Well, never mind. He probably did succeed at last. If nobody believed in Chris Young's innocence, once they would stop looking for her, he finally had what he had wanted all those years. Now it was time for Dmitri Vayavich to enjoy it. Enjoy having her.

And of course, he needed to get to the cyanide. But he already had thought out a great way to get to that. He might exchange the younger woman who had served purpose already for it.


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