HALO PART 3
Callen inched backwards from Marcovicci, his gun resting against his thigh while his gaze switched from Marcovicci to Jordan, "He's one of us? He's a Fed!"
"CIA," Marcovicci answered pushing himself away from the wall, "You were supposed to tell him to come alone," he admonished, glaring at Jordan.
"I did, but I knew he'd never come without backup," Jordan snapped back.
"I like to have something in my back pocket just in case there's trouble, Marcovicci." Callen added with an evil smirk.
Marcovicci sighed, turning his attention to Callen, "Very well then; first things first my name's not Antonio Marcovicci its Dylan."
"First or last name," Callen asked, sizing up this Marcovicci/Dylan or whatever the hell he was calling himself.
"It's just Dylan. Secondly like I said before I'm with the CIA in the private sector. The people I work with are clandestine, we move in the shadows so not a lot of people know about us even within the agency itself." He finished.
"Huh, Black Ops then," Sam stated, speaking up for the first time.
"Yeah, the other man with me is an evil son of a bitch by the name of Zakhar Bessonov who is a body guard for the person I'm trying to bring down. I'm also working as one of his bodyguards." Dylan replied running his hands through his hair, "For the past six months I've been undercover gathering information on Denis Sokoloff, a Russian mobster. He claims to be a legitimate businessman now, but there were whispers of his involvement with a fringe terrorist group in the US."
"So Sokoloff is the one who ordered the hit on those agents," Callen remarked, his voice low and deceptively calm.
"I don't think so, Sokoloff provided the means but I don't think he's the one who made the hit." Dylan answered. Seeing their disbelieving expressions he continued, "But, I did discover by accident, thanks to a drunken Bessonov, that there's a mole at the CIA headquarters, this person could be the one you're after."
"Why go after her?" Callen asked nodding his head in Jordan's direction.
"We got your names from that ditzy secretary at the construction office after you guys left. He was able to find out where you lived and we broke into your apartment. Looking around I found a picture of you and your boyfriend here," Dylan explained, his eyes on Jordan while jabbing his thumb toward Callen. Bessonov was very interested in you Agent Harris, seemed to think he remembered you from somewhere. Maybe you ran into him at one time during a mission or something." He finished.
"I've never seen that man before in my life. I think I'd remember meeting someone who looks the way he does." Jordan insisted; her temper flaring at the thought that Bessonov trampling through her now ruined apartment. Taking a deep breath she continued, "Why save me? You let those other agents die to continue the mission yet you saved me."
"There was nothing I could've done without blowing my cover."
"So they were collateral damage," Callen huffed in disgust.
"Whatever you might think of me or my methods I'm not a heartless monster. The irony is that Bessonov has no problems hurting another man but is squeamish about hurting a woman so he had me do the job. I rigged the apartment to explode after planting her bag at the scene so that everyone would think she'd been killed. He believed this would draw you out so that he could kill you and finish the job. I brought Agent Harris here to wait until this evening when I could get away without raising his suspicion."
"Where is Bessonov now," Sam questioned.
"Sleeping it off most likely, the man loves his vodka." Dylan sneered in response.
"We know Bessonov is the killer but not who ordered the hit. Even if we arrest him, whoever hired him would just send someone else," Callen reasoned, glancing at the group, "He wants me dead, so let's give him what he wants."
"What are you planning," Jordan asked.
"You faked her death now we'll fake mine. We'll follow Bessonov and see if he leads us to the mastermind in all this and you continue getting info on Sokoloff. We have a deal?" Callen stated.
Dylan pondered the plan for a moment, "Deal. Give me your phone and I'll key in my private number. Hate to break up the party but we need to get out of here." He finished, stretching out his hand to Callen.
Callen reached in his pocket to take out his phone, handing it to Dylan.
Dylan punched in the ten digits of the phone number before handing it back to Callen.
"Watch your six." Callen replied taking back his phone as they all made their way out of the cabin.
Safe House
Living Room:
"What a day, huh?" Sam remarked folding his arms across his chest.
"Tell me about it; still trying to wrap my mind around that Dylan guy being CIA." Callen replied shaking his head.
"So…uh how long?" Sam grinned facing his partner and best friend.
"How long what?" Callen answered; his focus on Jordan who was across the room talking with Tom, Kensi and Deeks.
"Come on G are we really going to play that now?"
Callen chuckled softly, turning his gaze to Sam, "We've uh... been seeing each other for about eight months."
"I knew something was up with you two. Why didn't you tell me, you know I would have been happy for you?" Sam wondered.
"I know, Sam; we… wanted to keep it to ourselves and see how things go with us. We didn't want to make things awkward for the team if it didn't work out," Callen explained.
"Guess I can accept that, and you have seemed a lot less grumpy lately" Sam joked, placing his hand on Callen's shoulder, "Like I said before, I'm happy for you. Jordan is great."
"Thanks," Callen smirked.
"I'm going to go now. We'll put your plan in action tomorrow," Sam finished before moving toward Jordan and the others to say goodnight.
"So, that Marcovicci guy is really with the CIA?" Kensi asked, her face a mask of shock.
"Yeah and thanks to him, I'm standing here in front of you guys," Jordan replied.
"Glad he's on our side," Deeks added.
"Me too. Now I have to look for another apartment once this is all over," Jordan said, grimacing at the thought.
"I'd say bunk with me until you found a place, but my lease doesn't allow roommates," Kensi responded with obvious regret that she couldn't help Jordan out.
"Thanks, don't worry I'll figure out something. Goodnight and I'll see you two in the morning," Jordan smiled.
"Goodnight," Kensi smiled in response before moving toward the computers for watch duty.
"Sleep tight," Deeks said following his partner.
Jordan scanned the room, wondering if Callen had gone upstairs already. Moving to the stairwell, she bounded up the steps.
Entering the darkened room she stopped short, a gasp escaping her at seeing Callen sitting on the edge of her bed. He sat watching her as she moved closer until she stood in front of him. Kneeling down, she took his hands into hers.
"Hey," she smiled up at him; her eyes observing how the light of the moon and the shadows played with the lines and angles of his handsome face.
"Hey," he replied his voice low and ragged as he brought his forehead to hers, "Don't ever do that to me again." He finished before enveloping her into a hug. Jordan wrapped her arms around him tightly as he pulled her up and laid her on her back on the bed.
Propping himself up on his elbow, he looked down one her, his finger tracing her jawline.
"I'm sorry I put you guys through all that. Everything happened so fast…" she whispered, guilt filling her at what they must have gone through today.
"What happened after you left headquarters?"
"I found Dylan in the back seat of my car when I went down to the parking garage this afternoon. How he knew it was my car or that I'd be in the office today he wouldn't tell me. Anyway, he told me the same thing he told all of you. I didn't believe him at first…thought that it might be a trick. Dylan also said that he needed to speak to you, for me to take him to you. I refused; I wasn't going to put you or the rest of the team in danger. That's when he said something that made me believe him." She explained, placing her hand on his cheek. "He mentioned Hetty."
"Hetty? But, she saw the picture of Dylan and didn't seem to recognize him," Callen countered, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"He didn't elaborate; maybe he'd changed a lot since she'd last seen him."
"Maybe," Callen muttered not entirely convinced.
"He followed me to my place in his car. I went in first and then he came in after waiting five minutes. The place was already rigged; I left my bag with my identification and everything inside. We slipped out the back door; I got into the backseat of his car and laid low on the floor. That's when I heard that awful explosion. He had a device that would trigger the explosion manually. Then we drove to the cabin.
Callen nodded his head, taking in the information she gave him.
"Did you mean it when you said that you knew I wouldn't come without backup," he questioned, his gaze locked with hers.
"Yes I did, I also knew Sam wouldn't let you go into an unknown situation without backup," she admitted with a cheeky grin.
Callen chuckled at that, "When Hetty gave us the news; so many thoughts…memories went through my mind. I remembered our first date."
"Our first date huh?" Jordan grinned.
"Yeah…It started out pretty good but then went downhill."
"It wasn't that bad," she countered; giggling at the incredulous look on his face. "You looked very handsome that night in your suit and tie. I thought the blue shirt really set off your eyes. The roses were also a nice touch."
"Thanks, glad you approved" he smirked, "We got to the restaurant, a four star one I might add, only to find out that there'd been a fire in the kitchen so the place was closed."
"Right, then we went to another place and had to wait about twenty minutes for our table," she added shaking her head at the memory.
"We finally get to our table and it seemed to take forever for our food to arrive. I was sure you were getting pissed," Callen added stroking her cheek with his thumb.
"Nah, I was with good company. I remember our food finally came and with the first mouthful I bit down on something hard and cracked my wisdom tooth."
"We rushed right to the emergency room. The doctor gave you a shot to ease the pain and some medicine until you could get to the dentist. I was sure that this was it; you'd never want to go out with me again. Then the craziest thing happened… I drove you back to your place and before you got out of the car; you smiled and it must have hurt like hell you kissed me on the lips," he finished kissing the tip of her nose.
"It was worth the pain," she answered softly as he dipped his head to capture her lips with his own. Tearing his lips away from hers he trailed hot kisses down the side of her neck.
"Hard to think when you do that," Jordan moaned; her back arching as he kissed his way down her chest, his fingers unbuttoning the buttons of her blouse.
"That's the idea," he teased, pushing her blouse off over her shoulders.
Suddenly there was a gurgling sound; both Callen and Jordan looked down at her flat stomach and back at each other before laughing.
"Think there's anything downstairs in the kitchen," Jordan asked.
"I think there might be some leftover pizza in the fridge. I'm actually a little hungry too," Callen replied gazing into her eyes.
"What," she asked cupping the side of his face.
"I love you, Jordan Olivia Harris," he replied giving her a sweet kiss on the lips.
"I love you too, G Callen," she answered swallowing over the lump in her throat.
"Let's get downstairs before Deeks eats up the rest of the pizza," Callen smirked as they both got up from the bed and raced downstairs.
TBC…
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