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Surveillance Bash

Chapter 14

G knew Sam had remembered these jeans were too small. After working out in the gym more, they no longer fit. And now, damn it, now Sam had chosen them for him to wear all day. Either it was punishment for his AMA stunt or it was his partner's desire to see the tight jeans stretched over his buttocks or both. And Sam wouldn't allow him to wear his boxers. Although, G suspected they wouldn't fit under these skintight jeans. He might have to stand most of the day, and that gave his partner more access to his body both with his hands and his eyes. Damn.

"Come on, man, get your ass moving, Hetty's waiting," Sam said, walking into the master bedroom. "Nice." He eyed his partner's body.

"You've got to be kidding." G glanced down at his clothes.

"Nope, turn around, I want to see your ass in those."

"I can barely walk in these." He turned around for his partner to ogle him.

"Very nice, they'll relax some." Sam wrapped his arms around G's waist and drew him backward into his body. "Sexy, I can't wait to devour your lovely body tonight."

"These clothes border on being lewd."

"Border on it?" Sam laughed. "They're past lewd, they're saying 'fuck me' now. Let's get Marty's opinion." He released his partner.

"Let's not." His eyebrows furrowed. He grabbed the leather jacket his partner had laid on the bed.

"And with that leather jacket you're simply edible."

"Edible?" G said. "I think you've got a one track mind."

"Yeah, and it's trained on your ass," he said, placing his arm around G's shoulders and guiding him toward the kitchen. "What do you think, Marty?"

He turned around and stared at G, his mouth gaping open.

"That's an affirmative."

"Marty fixed me some eggs."

"And?" Sam asked.

"I haven't eaten anything this morning."

"That's what you get for going AMA." He placed his hand on G's neck and pressed him toward the front door. "Besides if you ate anything those jeans might bust a seam." Sam chuckled.

"Am I supposed to sit down in these jeans?"

"You want me to allow you to ride in my car with the seat reclined?"

Damn.

"If Hetty saw that on a traffic cam it wouldn't look good."

Hetty was angry enough as it was and he didn't need to incur any more of her wrath. G hoped he could persuade Sam to change his mind about the jeans.

"Get in sweetheart."

The way in which Sam said those words came across more lewd than the skintight jeans he wore. He slowly sat in the passenger seat of the Challenger.

Sam watched his partner sit down in the Challenger. "Oh yeah, those jeans leave nothing left to the imagination, a perfect fit for you today."

"If they don't split out."

"That's the nice part about jeans, they're tough and rugged and those I noticed are double stitched."

Damn. "Is there a double meaning to everything you're saying?"

"You need to learn to read between my lines, G." Sam smirked. "I'm glad you didn't put a scratch or dent on my car." He revved the engine and took off down the street. "By the way, Hetty didn't appreciate your decoy, and she discovered encrypted files on your cell phone."

Crap.

"An encryption code which even Eric can't decode."

"I wouldn't know anything about that."

"I wonder why it's on your cell phone and so does Hetty."

Damn.

"While you finished up your shower, I found the items on my backseat, perhaps they would jar your memory."

G turned around in his seat. His jaw dropped. His laptop computer and encrypted satellite phone lay on the rear seat. He was screwed.

"Still don't know anything about that?" Sam asked. "Hetty isn't going to like this one damned bit."

He swallowed hard. His skintight jeans just got tighter.

# # #

Thirty minutes later, Sam pulled off into his hot spot, stopped and turned off the Challenger's engine. He faced his partner. "I suggest you stop your evasiveness with Hetty."

"Who says it's evasiveness?"

Sam unbuckled G's seatbelt and dragged him across the center console. "If you want me to ravish your body tonight, you need to cooperate." He lowered his voice.

"Who says—"

Sam grasped G's chin and planted a hard kiss on his mouth. "Do you really want to play it this way?"

"I have my reasons."

"I'm hearing your unwillingness to cooperate and that won't settle well with Hetty."

"You don't understand, Sam, I can't… talk about this."

"Why are you avoiding?"

Damn it.

"Come clean, man."

"I did something which may cause a problem with the lawsuit against Robert Ostermann."

"Something recent?"

"No, I started it years ago, and I had to do it," G said, staring at Sam's chest. "I'm pretty sure it's illegal."

"Illegal?"

"Yeah, I know stupid idea."

"No, dumb ass idea," Sam said, sighing. "Time to tell Hetty. Buckle your seatbelt."

G sat down in his seat again and buckled his seatbelt. He stared out the side window.

"G, look at me."

"Can't."

Sam grasped his lover's hand. "This isn't like you to do something illegal."

"Damn it." He unbuckled his seatbelt and bailed out of the car.

"What the hell?" Sam rushed over to the passenger's side of the car. "What are you doing?"

"This is it, I'm through with it all." G strode back down the street toward his house.

Sam came along side him, matching his pace. "Don't do this, man, come on, talk to me."

"I can't, you don't understand."

"Help me understand."

G stopped and faced Sam, but couldn't even glance at him. "After I was raped as an adult, I reported it to the police, and they did nothing."

"Nothing? No report?"

"They took a report, but didn't follow through with anything."

"Do you know why?"

"I didn't know why at the time."

"But you found out later, right?"

"Yeah, I did," G said, eyeing his fingers and then staring at the sidewalk between them. "That's when I decided to step things up and take care of myself. If the police wouldn't help me, I needed to take action."

"What kind of action are you talking about, G?"

He let out his breath. "I used software to track someone."

"Come on, man, stop stalling."

"That's all I want to say."

"You didn't want to quit NCIS because of me," Sam said. "It was this, right?"

"Partially this and partially you." Damn it, he had already said more than he wanted to. "If I say anything more, I'll incriminate myself."

"What kind attorney mumbo jumbo is this?"

"Exactly what it sounds like."

"You need, absolutely need to speak with Hetty about all this."

"No." G started walking toward his house again.

"Stop!" Sam grabbed his partner by the upper arm and held him in place. "Get in the car before I pick you up and throw you into the back seat."

"You wouldn't."

"You goading me?" he said. "You really want me to—"

"Okay, stop, I'll get back into the car, if that'll make you happy." G plodded back to the Challenger and eased himself down on the seat. He hated these jeans even more, the tightness irritated him and increased his anxiety about what Hetty would do to him. He buckled his seatbelt and stared at his fingers.

"I hope you can tell her what you've told me, but in more detail," Sam said, revving the Challenger's engine and pulling out into traffic.

# # #

G trudged into NCIS Headquarters. The moment he saw Hetty from across the hallway, he cringed and wanted to run and hide. He slinked into the bullpen before she saw him.

"Callen," Kensi said, "Going some place special after work?" She eyed his skintight jeans. "You barely squeeze into those jeans."

"Okay, cool it, Kens, these are Sam's choice not mine."

"You're are definitely his eye candy," she said. "And that clingy ultramarine blue, silk dress shirt is hot too."

"Kensi."

"You're blushing."

"Damn it." He eased down onto his chair.

"Mr. Callen before you get too comfortable in your chair, please come with me."

Crap. She found him.

Sam came up to G's side with his briefcase slung over his shoulder. "Let's go." He followed his partner.

G and Sam entered Nate's office together, Sam sitting on the sofa and G refusing to sit.

"Gentlemen, you might as well make yourself comfortable," Hetty said. "This meeting takes as long as it takes."

G stayed standing. "Is Nate attending?"

"No, just the three of us for now," she said. "If necessary, Eric will join us later."

It was one line G read between without any need for a translation. Tell Hetty what was in those encrypted files or tell Eric the encryption code. One way or another, his supervisor would have her way and learn what was in those files. Sam removed G's laptop and satellite phone from his briefcase. G stared at the items now laying on the sofa. He sucked on the skin inside his mouth. Damn it.

"Are those the items you informed be about, Mr. Hanna?"

"Yes."

"Mr. Callen, please have a seat over here, we need to talk."

"I'm fine just right where I am standing."

"I see, well, I for one would like to see you at least stand closer to us, then I won't have to raise my voice."

He read between the line on this one too. G stepped closer to the two of them.

"I prefer that you just come out with it and tell me why you have encrypted files on your cell phone."

"I don't know anything about that."

"Taking the fifth, Mr. Callen?"

"Something like that." He sighed. "Before I tell you what I know, I need a promise from you."

"What would that be?"

"Protection from two other intelligence agencies."

"Two intelligence agencies?" Hetty asked. "What the hell have you gotten yourself mixed up with?"

"More like it's what I did."

"I'll do my best, Mr. Callen, that's all I can say."

"It may ruin the lawsuit."

"May?"

Damn.

"Mr. Callen, please tell me what you've done."

"It began years ago," he said, choosing his words carefully, "when I worked at the CIA."

"That's when you began your career in the intelligence community."

"Yes, and it is when I embarked on a mission to protect myself where others failed." Damn it, this was harder than he thought it would be to talk about. "Remember I told you about Robert raping me after I got out of the foster care system? There's more to that story than I first told you."

"I gathered that, Mr. Callen, go on."

"I reported the crime to the police and they did nothing, but take a report." He shifted his weight from his right foot to his left foot. His body wasn't fully recovered from the drugging. In a short while, he might have to sit down or fall down if he attempted to remain standing. "I didn't know why at the time, but later I discovered what transpired after I started working for the CIA. I started my own inquiry into the police's reluctance to open a case and follow through with their investigation." Damn, this would be the hardest part of revealing what he had done. G wondered what his partner would think of him now. "I used the CIA's resources for my investigation."

"Their resources?"

"A man was connected to Robert and I placed him on the CIA's terrorist watch list."

"Mr. Callen!" Her jaw dropped.

He felt heat rise to his face. "I know it was a misuse of CIA resources."

"A misuse?" Hetty said. "This is beyond a misuse of resources, try illegal."

"Yes, I know it's illegal, because I know he isn't a terrorist, at least not in the worldly sense, but to me he was and is a terrorist."

"You still have him on this watch list?"

"Yes."

"That means you're still accessing CIA resources."

"Yes."

"Who are you tracking and why?"

"Robert has a twin brother, Roger, and he's the mastermind behind my drugging and my rapes as an adult."

"Rapes?"

Crap. Slip of the tongue. "Yes, rapes."

"How many times, Mr. Callen?"

"I lost count."

"At?"

"Ten."

"I understand why you misused resources and continue to do so, but it doesn't excuse the action."

"I know Hetty and there's more."

"More?" Her mouth gaped open.

"Roger works, damn it, he works for the intelligence community." Now it was all out in the open. He felt as naked as he felt with the skintight jeans Sam had insisted that he wear today. Now G understood what his partner had meant by the jeans leaving nothing to the imagination. He felt completely exposed.

"You placed an intelligence agent on the CIA's terrorist watch list?" Her jaw dropped again.

"Yes."

"Who does he work for, Mr. Callen?"

"The FBI."

Hetty covered her mouth with her left hand.

"I had to do it," he said, shifting positions again, "he stalked me and the only way I could keep one step ahead of him was to track his whereabouts at all times."

"Those encrypted files on your cell phone are they your updates?"

"Yes."

"And your laptop computer and satellite phone, Mr. Callen?"

"How I tracked him and remained anonymous."

"Encrypted satellite phone?"

"Yes, Hetty."

"The CIA is not aware of your meddling in their terrorist watch list?"

"As far as I know, but then again I may be wrong."

"I don't know if I can protect you from the wrath of the CIA and the FBI, not to mention how this has compromised the lawsuit," Hetty said. She had protected her assets from all types of situations, but this was one Hetty had never planned for nor could she plan for. "I'll see what I can do, but I can't make any promises. I want you to stop all surveillance of Roger Ostermann."

"I can't do that, Hetty."

"Can't or won't?"

"Both." G shifted his weight again. "I can't undo what I set in motion, because I don't have the ability any more." Lies of omission again. G had direct access to the CIA's terrorist watch list.

"You don't work there and therefore can't access the files to shut it down?"

"Yes, and even if I could I wouldn't do it."

"Why on earth would you disobey my orders, Mr. Callen?"

"Roger still poses a threat to me."

"And we will take care of that."

"Did you?"

"What do you mean?"

"He tracked me and drugged me and you didn't stop him." He sighed.

"And you failed to inform me of this man's involvement in your abuse, and that it was an ongoing situation."

"True."

"How could I possibly protect you if you're not forthcoming, Mr. Callen?"

His shoulders slumped forward. "Sorry."

"I'll need access to your laptop computer."

Damn.

"And your information about the encryption code and a file name."

"I'm not willing to give you that information."

"This is not an idle threat, Mr. Callen, if you fail to provide me with the information I need, I will suspend you without pay."

This time, he knew by the tone of her voice that she was serious. G sighed. "Then you'll have to suspend me."

"Why are you willfully disobeying my orders?"

"I need assurance that Roger will be tracked before I turn over all of my intelligence on him."

"There's a problem with that and you know it," Hetty said. "The dilemma is, I need justifiable cause to track Roger Ostermann. That proof is on your laptop computer."

"Stale mate."

"Yes, it is."

"Promise me you won't tamper with the files on my computer, attempt to disable the tracking software program, or delete the files."

"That's a given, now hand over the encryption code and the file name," Hetty said.

"I'll have no recourse."

"That's our job, Mr. Callen, not yours, we're here to protect you."

Crap. He hated the thought of not maintaining control over tracking Roger. "Makes me nervous."

"Come on, G, let NCIS help you, you no longer need to protect yourself from these monsters."

"Listen to your partner."

Tears formed in his eyes. "I lied I can access the CIA's terrorist watch list."

"I'll deal with that later."

"Okay, Hetty." Now, she would know everything these men had done. I'm unprotected again and exposed to those men. He shuddered, the symbolism behind the skintight jeans was even more apparent to him.

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