KING'S RETURN
/Chapter 7/
The large group of agents were standing outside the glassed interrogation room of the FBI building discussing their next move.
"So, this kid can't help us, he doesn't know where King or his buddies are keeping Deeks and Granger, or anything about when King is meeting with this supposed buyer," Kensi commented impatiently.
"What we need is Pomeroy or Donahue to lead us to King..." David said.
"Well, we have the kid's cell...might have their names in it...if their phones are on we can get a GPS fix..." Callen suggested.
"But if King has already cut Pomeroy and Donahue loose..." Don interjected.
"It either leads us to Deeks and Granger or we bring in Pomeroy and Donahue for questioning," Callen replied.
"The kid needs a reason to call either of them, Kings' already paid him and cut him loose...if King gets suspicious he'll bolt or worse just kill Deeks and Granger," Sam warned then proceeded to share with the other agents what happened to King's last business associates. "This is one cold-blooded son of a bitch."
"When all else fails, go with the truth," Callen said.
"Truth...which version would that be, G" Sam asked sarcastically.
Callen just smirked and grabbed the suspect's phone from an evidence bag, "Just be ready to start a trace."
The agent entered the interrogation room and tossed the phone across the table to the young man, "Call one of your buddies, tell them that the cops are digging around and that you need to know what to do if you get picked up."
Preston looked at the agent like he was crazy, "You want me to tell them about the cops?"
"No, you're just going to tell him that you've seen the cops snooping around and asking questions," Callen replied, adding, "See if you can get either of them to meet you somewhere."
The kid took a deep breath and shook his head, "This is crazy."
"Just do it...go a long way in helping your case...right now we've got you for two counts of kidnapping and conspiracy; and if either of those men die—you're looking at murder one: so you better be convincing..." Callen threatened.
As the young man picked up the phone, Callen nodded towards the two way window, letting Sam know to begin the trace.
Don nodded the tech operator, he proceeded to trace the outgoing call: then, they all stood outside the room and watched and waited.
"Hey, Pom, man...I think we gotta problem..." the suspect began.
...NCIS LA...NUMB3RS...NCIS LA...NUMB3RS...NCIS LA...
A/N: sorry it's so short but the chapters are turning out to work more into "scenes"...bouncing back and forth between our teams and our boys, kinda like the TV shows do...