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G's Sleepwalking Bash

Chapter 17

Sam thought he heard the front door close. He bailed out of bed, dressed in less than sixty-seconds, and dashed out his front door. Damn it, he saw G on foot at the end of the street turning the corner. With the Challenger, Sam gained ground on his fast walking partner in no time. He rolled down the window and came along side him. "Come on, G, get in the car."

He shook his head.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" Sam said. "You're walking down the street in a bathrobe in the middle of the night and nothing is going on?"

"I'm not in my bathrobe and it's not the middle of the night."

Sam stopped the car and got out, stepping in front of G's path. "Look at your clothes."

He stopped and stared over Sam's left shoulder. "I'm wearing my skintight jeans."

"You can't be, man, I cut them off you, remember?"

"Damn it, stop playing games with me."

"I'm not playing games, man, you're losing it."

"Bull—"

"G take a look at your clothes." Sam stepped closer to his partner. "Really look at them." He noticed G's face, completely devoid of all expression, as if his partner was in that catatonic state of last night, staring right through him. "Do you want me to call Hetty?"

"Who in the hell is that and why would you do that?"

"Because you're this close to stark raving mad."

G shoved against Sam's chest with two hands. "Who's calling whom mad?" He yelled at him. "You're out here running around in your swim trunks."

"What?" His jaw dropped. "Look at my clothes, damn it, these aren't my swim trunks, I'm wearing sweats, G." Sam decided his partner was beyond normal reasoning and lifted him into his arms.

"Put me down, bastard or I'll call the cops and they'll arrest you!"

"Not happening, G." He set him down by the passenger side, opened the door, grabbed a zip tie from the glove box, and pushed his partner over the front seat.

"What the hell are you doing to me, man?"

"Taking your sorry ass into custody," Sam said, shoving G's hands behind his back and applying the zip tie to his wrists.

"What?" His jaw dropped. "You can't do that to me, man, I didn't do anything wrong. Take these off me, bastard!"

"When you recognize who I am and where you are and tell me what you were doing, I'll think, and I do mean think about taking these off." Sam hoisted his partner off the seat by his zip tied hands, eased him down onto the seat, and buckled his seatbelt.

"Where the hell are you taking me?"

"Home." Sam sat in the driver's seat, made a U-turn, and headed back to his house.

"I was going home, damn it, until you placed me in your custody."

"You're not going home until Hetty tells me you can."

"Who?"

"Hetty."

"I'm confused." G glanced around the car. "Where am I? What are these doing on me?" He yanked on his hands zip tied behind his back. "Are you into some kind of new kink?"

Sam pulled up into his driveway and stopped the car. "G, look at me."

"Yeah and what?"

"You lost it, man, ran out the front door dressed in only your black polar fleece bathrobe."

G glanced down at his attire. "What?" His jaw dropped. "How… damn it, I don't remember anything." Sam exited the Challenger, strode over to the passenger side, and opened the door. "If you just take these off I'll get out of the car myself."

"Not happening, G." He unbuckled his partner's seatbelt and helped him out of the car. "Let's go Mr. Bare Hoofing Sleepwalker." Sam pressed a hand to the back of his partner's neck and guided him into the house.

"I don't remember leaving the house."

"Good story, sit down here." He pushed his partner down on the sofa.

"You taking this off?" He lifted his hands for emphasis.

"Nope." Sam locked the front door and sat down across from his partner. "You want to tell me what that was all about. I'm asleep and hear the front door slam. Next thing I know, I find you turning the corner at the end of my block. Where in the hell were you going?"

"Home."

"Why?" He sighed. "What got into your head at 4 AM that it was time to go home?"

"Take these off right now!"

"Okay, I hit a sore spot," Sam said. "When you tell me the truth, I'll think about taking those off you."

"I didn't tell you everything that happened to me."

"You mean when Roger and Robert drugged and kidnapped you?"

"Yeah."

"I figured there was more and you just weren't ready to tell me."

"Crap."

"As usual you're gonna make this difficult."

"If you take these—"

"No, and that's final." G whimpered and rolled onto his side, pulling his legs up to his chest. Sam crossed over to the sofa and sat next his partner, bringing G's head onto his lap. "Come on, G, tell me what happened."

"Nightmares again," he said, "please take them off me." Sam removed the zip ties and tossed them on the coffee table. Free from the restraints, G climbed off the couch and rushed to the front door.

"Oh no you don't!" Sam shoved and pinned his partner against the front door. "Want handcuffs instead? What the hell is wrong with you, man?"

"Crap, let me go, Sam, I need to do this."

"Do what?"

"Kill him."

"Who?"

"Robert, I want to kill Robert."

"You can't just hunt him down and kill him."

"Oh yeah, asshole, you just watch me." G panted. "I'll kill the bastard and watch him die a painful, protracted death."

"What in the hell has gotten into you?"

"Him and what he did to me."

"I'm calling Hetty right now," Sam said. "You need professional help."

"Think I'm certifiable? Huh?"

"You're beginning to sound—"

"If he did the same to you—"

"What did he do to you, man?"

"He raped me!" G's chin trembled. "Came back and raped me until I bled. Then he left me for dead. He didn't call 911, he just left me lying on the floor where they had thrown me. I'll kill the bastard, the damned bastard!" He clenched his fists and pounded the black, paneled steel door.

"Easy, man." Sam held his partner's fists against the door. G jerked his body and hands and kicked his legs, trying to extricate himself. "Stop, man, stop fighting me."

"Let me go, damn it, just let me go."

"No, calm down."

"I want to fight you."

"Turn around and do it, get it out of you," Sam said. "If that will help you deal with this rage within you."

G sighed and relaxed, leaning back into his partner. "I don't want to do that to you."

"Thought so." He released his hold on G's body, lifted him into his arms, and carried him into the bedroom. After sitting on the bedside, Sam laid down holding G close to him. "I'm sorry Robert did that to you. Sorry he tortured you." He stroked his head and shoulder.

"Tortured?"

"Yeah, I'd consider that torture to rape a person when they're helpless and then leave them for dead."

"Never thought of it like that." G snuggled into his partner's arms. "Hold me closer and tighter." He shuddered hard as more images flooded his mind.

# # #

G awakened in the afternoon to sounds of voices filtering down the hallway from the living room. At first, he thought they were part of his dream state and he shivered thinking it was Robert and Roger's voices. Yet as he became more aware of his surroundings, G realized he was in Sam's bedroom. He released the breath he was holding, rolled over in bed, and sat on the bedside, wiping the sleepy dust from his eyes. G grabbed the bathrobe off the end of the bed and wrapped himself in it and trudged down the hallway to the living area of Sam's house. His jaw dropped and he started to back down the hallway.

"Come on, man, join us," Sam said.

"Why did you?" G shook his head.

"Easy, man, Hetty and Nate came over by themselves."

"Liar."

"No lies, G, it's the truth."

"And what are they gonna do with me." He had backed himself into the bedroom, the back of his legs resting against the bed.

"Nothing, sweetheart."

"Don't 'sweetheart' me, you're up to something."

"I'm not up to something, Director Vance is the one who arranged the meeting."

G's jaw dropped. "He's here?"

"On his way here," he said.

"For what?" His body started to tremble and he tried desperately to stop it, but it wasn't working.

Sam edged closer to his partner and drew G into his body. "What are you afraid of?"

"What he'll do to our relationship, I couldn't handle it if he broke us up, and split up our team because we started this relationship, and—"

"Calm down, sweetheart, he's not coming here to talk about our relationship." Sam stroked his partner's back.

"Then why?"

"He's here on official business for the FBI."

"Now what?" G said. "They're firing me, because I used unauthorized—"

"Stop man, stop jumping to conclusions," he said. "Wait until he arrives and you two have talked."

"I don't want to speak with him if it means losing my job over this and losing our relationship."

"You are paranoid."

"I just don't trust Hetty or the Director when it comes to our relationship."

"I think that's because it's not allowed and Hetty's allowed it."

G sighed. "Yeah, and I love you, Sam, and I don't want to live my life without you."

Sam lifted his partner's chin with a single finger and planted a tender kiss on his lips. "That is the most wonderful thing I've heard you say about us." He smiled. "I love you too, sweetheart."

"I think I need to get dressed if Vance is coming here soon."

"I laid out some clothes for you in the closet."

"I hope not any skintight jeans." G winked at him.

"That's for later on, that is if you can handle strutting your stuff in them."

"No cutting them off—"

"I wouldn't do that to you after you shared what happened." Sam cupped his partner's face in his hands and planted another tender kiss on his lips. "I hoped we could go out to dinner if you're feeling up to it."

"Or stay home and smooch on the sofa while watching a movie?"

"Either one," he said, reaching down and massaging his partner's buttocks. G gasped. "A preview of things to come."

# # #

While he waited for Director Vance's arrival, G paced the bedroom. He wasn't the type to pace when nervous, but this meeting was highly unusual even for the Director, and it made him cringe inside thinking about the possibilities of a meeting such as this. In the distance, the front door opened and closed and G heard Vance's familiar voice. He startled hard and stopped pacing and faced the bedroom door.

A knock on the door startled him again. Damn it, why does this meeting set me on edge? "Come in," he said his voice quavering. He stepped away from the door. "I can explain my actions, Director—"

"I'm not here about you specifically, Agent Callen."

"You're not?" G said. "And this is not about my… partnership with Sam."

"I came here on behalf of the FBI to thank you."

His jaw dropped.

"It's a long story and I'll try to keep it short, because I understand you're still convalescing from your ordeal, not to mention the memories the latest trauma triggered," Vance said. "Robert was the subject of an ongoing investigation by the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit for years and they lost track of him. Thanks to your testimony transcripts from your childhood and adulthood abuse, your surveillance files, and the transcripts from the last ordeal you endured, they made the necessary arrests. NCIS decided to allow the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit to prosecute both Robert and Roger, which leaves your identity protected and hidden. We can't afford to have your undercover ops identity come under the scrutiny of any outside agency. The FBI understands and respects NCIS's policies in this matter."

"I'm thankful they're both arrested, Director."

"Furthermore, I want you out of the country during the trials."

"What?"

"You don't need repeated exposure to the atrocious crimes these two men perpetrated on you." Vance clasped his hands behind his back. "When the trial begins, Agent Hanna and you will start your vacation in the destination of your choice. I believe you both are overdo for time off. It's an all expense paid. If need be, we'll schedule you for additional time."

"I don't know what to say, but thanks."

"Nothing is necessary, Agent Callen, except for you to recover from the years of abuse by these abominable men." Vance reached out his hand and G shook hands with him. "We're finished here."

He watched the Director exit the room and afterward breathed out a huge sigh of relief.

A few minutes later, Sam entered the bedroom, closed and locked the door behind him. "And?"

G fell into Sam's body, wrapping his arms around his partner's waist. "Just hold me." Tears welled up in his eyes.

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