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True Lies

Chapter 9

While lying on the armory floor, Sam rolled G over to face him, repositioning his legs around his partner's legs to hold him in place. "No way could a five year old kid plunge a knife into anyone."

"That's how I remember it."

"Was his hand on yours?"

"Don't know."

"Had to be."

"No!" G pulled backward.

Sam tightened his scissor lock on G's legs. "We're not finished yet."

"I am finished talking to you if you're not gonna believe me."

He sighed. "I believe you, sweetheart."

"Don't placate me!" He pulled backward again, this time harder.

"You're not getting away from me," Sam said.

"Damn you."

"I guarantee that man had his hand on yours."

"All I can see is my hand on the knife's handle."

"I'll buy that," Sam said. "But tell me how you had the strength to push that knife through his chest?"

"It went into his heart."

"You're forgetting one thing, G, the knife had to pass through bone first."

G sighed. "Damn it, you're right, maybe I'm crazy then, okay, because I remember doing it myself."

"Your hand was small," he said. "Hold up your hand and wrap it around my biceps."

"Getting kinky on me now." G laughed.

"Very funny, do it, man."

"I can barely get it around your right biceps area."

"And that's how a five year old child's grip would be on the knife's handle," Sam said. "What did he say to you while you had your hand on the knife's handle?"

G stroked Sam's arm.

"Hey, pay attention."

"I am paying attention to you."

Sam chuckled.

"He said, 'You're stabbing him and I'm helping you do it.' Those were his exact words."

"He wanted you to believe you murdered that boy."

"Yeah, he did." G stroked down Sam's arm with a light touch. "Now that's a light touch."

"What's that got to do with this conversation?"

G smirked. "I'm showing you a light touch."

"I'll show you a light touch." Sam grasped G's hand and brought it to his lips, sucking on his middle finger.

"You keep that up—"

"And what?"

"I'll forget why I was demonstrating a light touch on you."

"What's your point?"

"Remember that time you told me you have a light touch when you punched me in the solar plexus?"

"Are you harping on that after all these months?"

"Do you always answer a question with a question?"

Sam drew G into his arms and kissed him hard on the lips.

"I was referring to our undercover ops partnership."

"I'll show you a hard touch." He reached down and brushed the front of G's tight jeans. G flinched in surprise. "Yeah, there's a hard touch."

"You'd better not start something here."

"Actually, I did have another place in mind instead of the armory, but as long as no one is gawking at us here, this will do just fine."

"Wait a minute, you checked?"

"I'm always hunting for a place to ravish or accost your body and mind," Sam said. "We're tucked away in this private corner of the armory. The only problem, someone needing a weapon from this area of the armory, but I doubt it because this is all hand to hand combat weaponry. Pull your jeans down to your knees."

"No, Sam, this is not a good idea."

"I need you right now."

"But—"

"You've teased me long enough with those tight, fresh-washed, jeans," he said. "Turn around, butt facing me."

"Sam, you're not listening, this is not a good idea."

"You're beginning to sound like a broken record, move it."

"What if—"

"Someone comes in and finds your bare ass exposed?"

"Yeah, Sam and—"

"Turn over." G rolled over, pressing his ass against Sam's crotch. "Yeah, perfect." Sam reached around and started to unbuckle G's belt. He stopped.

"Why—"

Sam cupped his hand over G's mouth. "Someone's in here, keep your voice low." He whispered and removed his hand.

"With our luck it will be Hetty."

"No, with your luck, G."

"Mr. Hanna."

"Crap." Sam stood and drew G up with him. "Stay back here with me." He wrapped his arms around G's waist and drew him backward into the corner.

"There you are." Hetty rounded a corner and stood before them both. "Are you two all right?"

"G is now."

"I need to speak with you both in my office." Hetty turned and left.

"Damn, that was too close," Sam said.

"And you wonder how she discovered we had a relationship?"

Sam flipped G around, cupped his face in both hands, and kissed him hard, forcing his tongue into his mouth. "Damn, you taste good."

G swayed from the passionate kiss. "Please."

"Later, after we see what Hetty wants I'll find a place to accost your lovely body."

"How about the backseat of your car in the hot spot?"

"We've never had sex in the backseat of my car, that's sounds like a great idea." He laughed and trailed his hands down G's chest and around to his buttocks. "These jeans are seriously sexy."

"Seriously?"

"The truth is I missed you this morning." Sam squeezed G's buttocks. "Next time stay in bed longer so we can make whoopee."

"Whoopee?" G laughed. "Isn't that something you do when you're a teenager?"

"No, it's something I do with you in my bed every morning." He grasped G's hand and strode toward Hetty's office. "You still need to tell me what you were doing with the knife."

"Damn, I thought maybe you forgot."

Sam stopped near the bullpen. "Not a chance." He surrounded G's waist with one arm and drew him into his side. "I love you and care about you. I can't let what you did slide."

# # #

Sam and G stood before Hetty's desk waiting for her to return with a pot of tea and three tea cups and saucers.

"Sit Mr. Hanna and Mr. Callen." She handed them each a cup of tea as they sat on the couch inches from each other. Hetty pulled up a chair and faced them. "I saw the video from the firing range and the armory. I need to know what transpired with the knife, Mr. Callen."

G set his cup and saucer on an end table and started to stand. Sam held his left thigh down on the leather couch. "Damn it, I can't talk to you about this. Sam let me up." He kept his wet eyes averted from Hetty.

"I need to know if you're okay," she said.

"I am for now."

"Not an acceptable answer, Mr. Callen, I need more information."

"Damn," he said, "Sam told me about something you did for him with his divorce." He kept his eyes focused on the wall behind her desk.

"Ah yes, our legal department can pretty much work miracles in sticky legal situations, where an agent needs to keep their identity hidden."

"I thought about asking you if our legal department could help with my problem," G said, "but I'm not ready to talk about the details."

"What type of legal problem?" Hetty said, leaning forward.

"Years ago I witnessed a felony."

"How long ago?"

"When I was in the foster care system."

"You're reserved behavior is unusual even for you, Mr. Callen."

"I told you, I have my reasons and that's all I want to say right now."

"I have the digital recordings from the firing range and armory."

This time he stood up and exited her office area.

"I need to keep an eye on him, Hetty."

"And I need to know what is going on with him."

"You and me both." He hurried out of her office area and dashed after G.

Hetty followed both her agents into the gym.

"G, wait up, man."

"Damn it, you brought her here?"

"No, she wants to know what's happening with you," Sam said, "and I want to know what's happening too."

"Just tell me, Hetty, can you or can you not handle a felony."

"A felony can be handled by our legal department."

"Good, that's all I can tell you."

"I want to start the proceedings right away," Hetty said, stopping in the gym's center and entwining her hands behind her back. "I need to know who we're going after."

"I don't remember his first name."

"Come on, G, you're aware of what she needs to know," Sam said, "why are you stalling?"

"I'm not so sure I want to do this," he said, "I'm opening up a chasm of mysteries about my childhood and spilling them everywhere."

"Let's go back to my office and you can write down the person's name and last known address," Hetty said, strolling toward her office. "I'll need some idea of the felony this person allegedly committed. You can refrain from presenting me with the details for now."

G trudged toward her office. Once there he declined her offer for tea, preferred to stand, and refused to look in her direction. "I don't know his name." An outright lie, another lie of omission, and just one of many he knew he'd make in the coming weeks once this lawsuit began. G had lucid nightmares about his perpetrator, he knew his face and his name. Countless times in his nightmares, he'd awaken with the man's full name spewing forth from his mouth. "The first foster home, not an institution." Tears welled up in his eyes, he glanced at his fingertips, and then stared at the back wall of her office. "Murder," Callen said, whispering. He spun on his heels and left.

Sam hooked an arm into G's arm and stopped him. "I know this is difficult for you."

"Maybe this isn't a good idea," G said. "I need to go home."

"I think that's a good idea." He grabbed his briefcase from the bullpen. "Stay right here and let me tell her I'm taking you home." Sam stepped two feet from where he left his partner. He turned around and G was gone. "Kensi did you see which way he went?"

"Exit."

"Thanks." Sam dashed after him, catching up with G just outside of headquarters. "Did you hear a word I said?"

"I'm going home."

"To my place—"

"No." G removed his keys from his jeans and opened his car door.

"You are in no condition to be alone."

"And I'm in no condition to be with you." He wiped the tears off his face with his shirt sleeve. "I need space."

"I'll give you whatever you need at my place."

"Whatever?"

"Well, within reason."

"I knew there was a catch, there always is." The corners of his mouth turned upward.

"Smart-aleck," Sam said, "and besides you'll miss our tryst."

"You mean the rendezvous in the backseat of your Challenger?"

"Yeah, your choice though."

G locked his car door and tossed Sam his keys. "You've promised me a good time all day and you have yet to deliver."

"That's because I'm not the post office."

"I noticed, but perhaps if we played post office more often you might deliver the goods on time." He winked at his partner.

"You're cruising—"

"You started it this morning."

"No, you did with those skintight jeans." Sam pressed G against his car door. "You've enticed me from the moment you put them on this morning."

"So my plan is working well."

"I'll say, let's go play post office in the backseat of my Challenger." He surrounded G's waist and pulled him into a hug, planting a sloppy kiss on his lips.

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