(NCIS: OSP Headquarters)
(Callen's P.O.V.)
I punched the punching bag.
When I left OPS, I just wanted to be alone.
I wanted to think.
And now, I was in the gym, punching at the punching bag without mercy.
I should have went with him, I thought, as I continued to hit the punching bag. I should have went with Sam to Emily's apartment earlier.
If I went, we probably wouldn't be in this situation.
Emily wouldn't have gotten kidnapped. And we would have gotten McGee back already.
Or, the opposite would have happened.
In which, I would have been kidnapped with or without Sam and Emily.
I punched the punching bag ten more times, then, I kicked it.
In doing so, the punching bag tore open to the point where the bottom half was just barely hanging on to the top half. Some of its contents that filled it fell on the floor.
I sighed.
And there goes the rest of my paycheck, I thought.
I took my boxing gloves off and tossed them carelessly toward the bench.
"I have a feeling Hetty isn't going to like that very much." I heard a voice say.
I looked toward the voice and saw Ryan standing in the doorway to the gym.
"She's a little used to it." I said. "But, yeah…..She's not going to like it."
Ryan walked closer to me, and said:
"Emily's quite fond of you…She says you're one of the best in NCIS."
"She said that?" I asked.
Ryan nodded.
"She cares about you." He said. "A lot…..And judging by what I just saw….You care about her a lot, too."
I was silent, as I stared at Ryan.
"Should I be worried?" Ryan asked.
"That depends." I said. "What are you referring to?"
"What do you think I'm referring to?" He asked.
It was silent for a couple seconds, then, I said:
"No."
Ryan studied me.
But I knew he didn't get anywhere. Just like everyone else.
"Sam, Kensi, and Deeks will be back any minute." Ryan said. "Hetty sent me to go get you."
I nodded.
"Ok." I said.
Then, I walked away from Ryan, and headed toward the showers.
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(In A Building)
(Emily's P.O.V.)
"So….." McGee began. "Why did Gutierrez say he was going to call your fiancé when you don't have one?"
McGee was lying down on his back on the cot, looking at the ceiling.
He's been that way since I took the bullet out of his leg.
The bullet was now in my pocket and McGee's coat was currently being used as a bandage for the wound it created.
I was sitting on the cement floor by the cot.
"Because I lied to him." I explained. "I told him Callen was my fiancé, so that he wouldn't take Sam, too."
McGee looked at me.
"That's not what matters though." I said. "Why didn't you tell me you took a shot at Gutierrez?"
"Because I DIDN'T take a shot at him." McGee said. "I told you, I don't know him. I've never even heard of him until today."
"Well, if you didn't take a shot at him in Montreal, then someone else did." I said. "And unfortunately, he thinks you're him."
McGee sighed.
"If this has something to do with Tony, I swear to God-" He began.
"Tony didn't shoot him." I said.
"Then who did?" McGee asked.
"I don't know." I said.
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(At NCIS: OSP Headquarters)
(Callen's P.O.V.)
"Status report, Mr. Hanna?" Hetty asked, as Ryan and I entered OPS.
"We didn't find anything, Hetty." Sam answered her. "Nothing suspicious, and no sign of Gutierrez."
"What are we going to do now?" Ziva asked from MTAC.
"Wait." I said. "It's the only thing we can do until he calls in an hour."
"Unfortunately." Gibbs said.
Yeah, I thought, Unfortunately.