"Put it down, G."

G? He knew that voice. How did Sam get in this bunker with him? "Don't mess with me."

"I'm not messing with you, G."

The bodiless voice came from the top of the stairs. "Sam? Is that you?"

"Yes."

"How did you find me, man?"

"I knew just where to look. I'm coming down the stairs."

Callen backed up, still holding his weapon aimed at the stair well.

"I'm unarmed, G." He came down the stairs holding his hands in the air.

"You've got arms, Sam. I can see them." He smirked.

"Wiseass. Want to put down that weapon?"

"Maybe. Did you come alone?"

"I'm the only one entering your, um—"

"Just say it Sam."

"Bunker."

"Good." Callen placed the weapon in its holding position on the gun rack.

"I hope you put the safety on."

"No safety."

"What do you have in there anyhow?"

"Armor piercing bullets."

Sam swallowed hard. "Serious firepower, G."

"Love it."

"Can I put my arms down?"

"Yeah, sure." Callen sat on a bar stool height wooden box in the room's center.

"What do you have in here?" Sam sat inches from his partner.

"More ammo. One can never have enough ammo."

"You're serious?"

"Yeah, Sam."

"Can I see?"

"Sure."

They both climbed off the box.

Callen lifted the lid.

Sam grabbed Callen from behind and held him in a chokehold bending him over the box.

"What the fuck? Let me go. You're not Sam. You're fucking with my mind. I'll kill you."

"You tried that three times now, G." He pulled his partner's sweats down.

"You're going to rape me?" He shivered and shook.

"Calm down, G. Nate gave me something to give you."

"You fucker. I'll kill you!" He squirmed and kicked trying to get away.

"I'd hold still if I were you. I've heard that breaking a needle off in one's muscle isn't a very pleasant experience."

"Bastard!" He stopped moving and panted.

Sam didn't bother swabbing the area with alcohol. Get the medication into him is what Nate had said and ASAP. He injected the antipsychotic medicine into his partner's right buttock.

"Shouldn't you swab the area first?"

"Won't hurt you this once."

"Talk about planning something. I hate you."

"Right now I'll accept that. You'll thank me later."

"Bull shit I will, bastard."

"You so love that word."

"What did you give me?"

"I'll tell you later."

"Now."

"No, I'm the one in control if you hadn't noticed."

"I feel weird."

"Explain weird."

"Lightheaded and tired."

"Normal."

"What was it?"

"Not discussing this with you, G."

"Can you pull up my sweats at least? My ass is hanging out and getting cold."

"Stuff it, G. I'm not finished with the medicines. The Valium dose Nate gave you earlier was light."

"So you're giving me more?"

"Yeah." Sam injected the second syringe's contents into his partner's left buttock.

"Crap, that hurts." Callen winced.

"You've got a couple of bruises probably from falling on your ass in the bedroom." He pulled up G's sweats.

"Are we done?"

"Not yet." Sam pulled out his handcuffs. "This part you're not going to like. But hey, I'm not running a popularity contest." He cuffed one his partner's wrists.

"Bastard! Don't do this," Callen said his speech slurred.

"Sorry, I'm following orders, G. And this time I agree with them."

"Because of the armor piercing bullets?"

"Yeah, and more."

"Damn it, I won't do it again."

Sam cuffed the other wrist and guided his partner toward the stairs.

"Is this so they can all fuck me?"

"G, no one's fucking with you. You fucked with us one too many times." He dragged him up the stairs by his cuffed arms.

"That hurts you know."

"What hurts?"

"I think I busted some ribs."

"When?"

"I'll tell you if you take the cuffs off."

"Not happening, G. You'll talk if you know what's good for you."

"I like that line," Callen said his speech more slurred.

"At least one of us is going to sleep well this afternoon."

"You know I usually take a shower after running."

"And?"

"I didn't get one."

"You're going to bed, G, final."

"Sucks."

Sam took his partner up to the master bedroom.

When Callen saw Hetty, Nate and Deeks in the room he attempted to back up. "What's going on?"

"I need extra help."

"No, please."

Sam dragged him toward the bed.

"Please, Sam."

"Should of thought about what your actions might cause."

"I wasn't in my… right mind. Wasn't thinking straight."

"Yep, and now it's going to cost you your freedom."

"What the hell are you doing to me?"

"Face up or face down?" Deeks asked.

"Face up for now."

Deeks pulled down the covers and readied the bed.

"Want him in a nightshirt?" Nate asked.

"His sweats are fine for now."

"Let's get these shoes off." Hetty knelt down and removed Callen's shoes and socks.

"Please don't do this." The medicines prevented him from fighting them with his body. "I need you to stop." He shook, afraid of what was coming next.

Sam brought him over to the bed and sat him down. "G, you need to rest."

"And then you'll all rape me?"

"Mr. Callen we are not here to rape you. We are here to help you."

"Please don't hurt me. I won't do it again."

"I don't think you can promise us that, G. Right now you're not in a mental state where you can understand much of what we say. So let's just leave it at that." Sam unlocked the handcuffs leaving the left one attached. "Lie back."

Before Callen could resist, Deeks grasped his left hand, pulled it up to the bed frame and attached the handcuffs to it.

"What the hell?" He jerked on the handcuffs and yelled at Deeks. "Take this off right now, you bastard!"

"Not happening, G." Sam got up and tucked his partner in for a nap.

"Not happening? What the hell is going on? You can't do this to me. Damn it. I'm a federal agent. Take this off me. Now!"

"Sedative?" Sam asked Nate.

"Possibly needed. You gave him both drugs?"

"Yes."

"I guess I need a sedative then."

"Don't you dare!" Callen screamed at them, kicking his legs and twisting and turning his torso. He yelped and froze, his breaths labored.

"Breathe normal, G."

"Can't, hurts." He winced and shivered, an aching and tearing pain ripped through his ribs.

"He said he might have broken some ribs."

Nate came over to Callen's side, pulled up his sweatshirt and felt his ribs. "Does this hurt at all?"

Callen gritted his teeth.

"I guess that is an affirmative. Any tape for broken ribs in that first aid kit?"

"I don't remember Kensi getting any," Deeks said.

"Callen, do you have some tape?"

"I'm not telling until you release me," he said, biting his lower lip.

"Fine, suffer G."

"What?" He lifted his head and stared at his partner.

"You want to play tough, suffer. I think we are finished here." Sam eyed everyone in the room.

"You bastard!"

"Tell me where the tape is."

"Go suck yourself."

"Ooh powerful words coming from someone who is hurting and handcuffed to the bed."

"Damn it." Wetness formed in the corners of his eyes.

"Well?"

He sighed short and shallow. "It's in the corner where I keep the rations. You're not leaving me here alone are you?"

"Nate will babysit you."

"Babysit? What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you've been acting very childish."

"True."

"If you calm down he just might forego the sedative."

"Would be nice." Callen closed his eyes and sighed.