Callen kicked sharply at the wall, ignoring the blaring pain in his toe as he continued to try to hack away at the corner. He had been trying for the past hour to gain some sort of leverage in the room, whether that would be a weak spot in the wall or a chunk of concrete that he could use as a weapon. The rough concrete didn't give way, and he kicked it once again out of anger, stilling his frustrated breathing and scanning the room for his next target.
His eyes swept over Kensi's sleeping form briefly, making sure that she was still breathing and resting peacefully. He had tried, in vain, to wake her up after she had passed out. His only course of action had been to take off his jacket and place it under her head as a makeshift pillow, positioning her in the far corner of the room where she would be the least in the way if someone stormed into the room.
His ears picked up on sounds outside the door and he darted toward the door, pressing himself against the wall next to the opening. The door opened and one of the men entered, expecting Callen to be next to Kensi in the corner. Callen sent a sharp kick to the man's knee, causing him to buckle and fall backwards. Callen caught him around the neck, clamping down and applying pressure, ignoring the way the man's shoulders were rubbing against his cut on his chest.
"That's enough," Mark's voice said, followed by the clicking of a gun being loaded. Callen whipped around, pulling the man with him to face Mark. He had a gun aimed at Callen with an unimpressed expression on his face. "Just come with us Agent Callen," he drawled, waving his gun haphazardly. The man in Callen's arms gasped desperately, clutching at his arms in hopes of getting a breath of air. Callen narrowed his eyes, staring at Mark from behind the man's head. He knew he was completely covered by the body in front of him and wouldn't get hit if Mark decided to start shooting.
"Let him go," Mark continued, a crooked grin slowly spreading across his face as he readjusted his aim toward Kensi in the corner. "Or I shoot her." Callen weighted the options of how serious he was being with a scowl, but slowly let go of the man he was choking, holding his hands up in a sign of defeat. He sent his most hateful glare in Mark's direction and he just chuckled. The man who Callen had been choking grabbed him roughly from behind while coughing, pushing him out of the room and toward the bigger space outside. Callen quickly took in his surroundings.
The room was twice the size of the one that he and Kensi were stuck in. There was a series of small windows at the very top of the wall, and Callen glimpsed a darkening sky and some grass. He concluded they were in a basement and that it had to be somewhere around six in the evening. This room was covered in piping with two giant water heaters situated toward one side and a pole running through the center of the room. The men had set up a sturdy chair with leather restraints next to a table that contained an assortment of tools. His heart shrunk at the sight of equipment that resembled a Picana. He had heard about the use of electricity as an interrogation method, but a Picana was usually only used in the Latin American countries and rarely seen by federal agents.
The Picana was a long metal rod with a rubber grip and wires stretching to a very crude looking control box situated next to a car battery. They forced him into the chair, tying the restraints a little too tightly around his wrists and ankles. Callen continued to glare at them, refusing to give them any satisfaction of cooperation. However he couldn't help but gasp in shock when a bucket of ice cold water was deposited over his head from behind.
"Thanks for the warning asshole," he growled at them, shaking his head in order to clear the water out of his eyes. Mark snorted, turning a dial on the control box. Callen heard the spark as electricity began flowing to the wand and he stiffened. Water made it easier for electricity to flow steadily.
"Let's begin," Mark sighed, picking up the rubber end of the wand. "There's a mole in our organization. John was obviously one of them, but he must have been approached by someone else." Mark waved the wand in front of his face. "I need you to tell me who that mole is." At Callen's steely look, Mark rolled his eyes. "Don't look so serious, you will do yourself a favor if you just give us the information we want."
"You know they're searching for us." Callen altered his expression to a slightly smug look which he knew wouldn't help much. "They'll be here any moment now." Mark punched him squarely across the face, causing Callen to whip his head to the side. He felt his cuts on his face re-open and his bruises start to burn.
"No one is coming for you," Mark said softly, leaning in closer and pulling his head back into place. Callen wrinkled his nose at the man's breath. "How's that cut by the way?" Mark brought his free hand around and slapped Callen on the chest, causing him to grunt. When Callen didn't give any more response, Mark withdrew. "Well then," he sighed. "Who is the mole?" Callen continued to glare at him. Mark brought the Picana rod down onto the top of Callen's hand, pushing lightly onto the skin.
At first Callen was positive that his arm had been skinned and the nerves pulled out through the muscles, but he knew that it was just the electricity coursing through his body. He opened his mouth in a gasp and a strangled cry came out instead as he tried to yank his arm away. The restraints held tightly and he felt a wave of panic rise when the pain didn't stop. Almost as suddenly as the pain began, it vanished, leaving him trembling and his arm aching. He hadn't realized that his eyes had been screwed shut, and he opened them quickly, eyes scanning wildly for where Mark was. He was still standing in front of him, an amused expression on his face.
"Was that fun?" he asked smugly.
"Fuck you," Callen managed to stutter out, trying to calm himself down. He clenched his hand and unclenched it, blocking the excruciating pain from his mind momentarily.
"Who is the mole?" Mark asked again, more sharply. When Callen didn't respond, he swiftly jabbed the Picana into Callen's thigh. This time Callen did cry out, feeling his entire leg clenching up. The electricity traveled upwards and for a second he had a hard time breathing as everything went into shock. The immediate pain disappeared, leaving a growing ache behind. He gasped for air, trying hard to concentrate on Mark's face instead of anything else.
"Agent Callen, who is the mole?"
"You son of a bitch," Callen huffed, bowing his head momentarily. The rod was jammed into his stomach and he immediately doubled over, clenching his teeth together and curling his hands into wrists. His teeth clamped down, catching his tongue accidentally which added to his torment. The wand was removed and Callen tried to stop his body from trembling. Daggers of pain shot up his spine into his neck, causing spasms all throughout his back. "Stop," he growled, spitting out blood. His mouth felt raw and his teeth hurt from clenching.
"You know what I need," Mark reminded him, waving the wand around in his hand. "Your friend was more than willing to give us what we wanted." Callen knew he was lying, but the comment still infuriated him.
"We don't know anything," Callen hissed, forcing his trembling head upright so that he could stare at Mark. The muscles in his stomach were twitching violently and painfully, making it hard for him to breathe.
"I don't believe you," Mark hissed back, shoving the wand into Callen's shoulder. He vaguely made out someone screaming, and it wasn't until the rod was removed that he realized it had been him. Breathing hurt and he tried desperately to unclench his hands but found that he couldn't. "Tell me, Callen."
He screamed as the rod was pushed back onto his skin, the realization sinking in that he might not make it out of here without permanent damage. It was the last thing he thought before it burned up in his mind, replaced by blinding pain.
A/N: Sorry for the delay, I've been Stage Managing a production of Spamalot (musical version of Monty Python and the Holy Grail) and I haven't had time to write. I haven't even seen the new episode of NCIS: LA yet, or the premier of Supernatural! Life isn't fair haha.