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Chapter 6

It felt like he was waking up from a terrible nightmare. All the faces and events were blurred, memories foggy at best. It had felt unreal, as if someone else had been waving the gun around like a maniac. Like he'd been watching a movie, fiction. Except everything that happened had been real. So very real.

One moment Sam was struggling, trying desperately to free himself and the next it was as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice cold water over his body. Clarity came like a fist to the jaw, sharp and painful. A face, a familiar face. One he saw every day stared back at him in the memory. His own hand was around the man's throat, the blue eyes lit with panic and fear. Fear of Sam. The piece of memory was quick and the image vanished once more, just lasting long enough for Sam to remember what was important.

"Oh God." Sam murmured softly into the wooden floor he lay on, so still and frightened. This time it wasn't because of the drug. If G was in fact the 'zombie' he'd thought was working with the 'demon' Sam knew his friend had to be in bad shape. There was no time to waste, Sam had to get out of the fucking cuffs and help his partner.

A dagger like pain shot through Sam's heart as he calmly managed to roll himself over and prop his body against the pillar he'd shoved G in minutes before. Trying to gather his emotions back under his control Sam set his mind to the task of freeing himself.

Although every fiber of his being wanted to call out to his partner and let G know he was on his way to help logic was set in Sam's cleared mind. For the moment Sam didn't want to give away that he was awake and his mind was thinking clearly once more. The big agent was afraid that if he revealed this to the enemy the demon would shoot him up with more of the drug. At the moment the element of surprise was the only thing Sam had working for him.

First thing was first, Sam had to focus on getting rid of his not so stylish silver bracelets. Twisting his hands, already cut up and bloody from his crazed struggling prior, Sam managed to lift the small brass colored bobby pin from the hem on his jeans. His eyes watered slightly with emotion, remembering it was G who had showed him this trick. Back when they had infiltrated that Militia group. Callen hadn't faired to well on that case either, but that concussion had been delivered by the enemy. This time it was all Sam.

Well, except for maybe the car crash. Though suddenly Sam felt heavy guilt for failing to warn G about the approaching vehicle. The rational, level headed part of Sam's mind knew there had been no time. Yet still guilt was a friend to no one. It consumed, taking everything it could until it was stopped by forgiveness. Even than, Sam wasn't sure he could truly forgive himself for what he had done to his partner. Drug or no drug what he had done was unforgivable. Sam would understand if Callen struggled in getting past this episode.

Once the bobby pin was successfully freed and ready to use Sam forced his racing mind to focus on the task of picking the cuffs lock.

The focus was lost when his ears, ringing slightly from the his gun discharging so many times, soaked in the sound of his partner screaming. For a second Sam just sat there listening to the desperate sound. Even when G had been shot five times he hadn't screamed. He simply had looked up at Sam as he frantically tried to get a hold of an ambulance and silently closed his eyes.

Another flash of memory pierced through Sam's fuzzy mind, this time of him aiming his gun down at G and narrowly missing his original mark. The bullet thudded into his partner's leg and Sam gasped, the memory ended and G was screaming again.

"Focus," Sam grunted to himself angrily and set a quicker pace on freeing himself. The plastic walls shifted and the masked man appeared, striding over towards Sam with a shinny knife in his hand.

"I see you are awake," The man spoke calmly, "How much of what you did do you remember? Do you remember how hard your friend fought to stop you?"

All Sam could think of was the worse case scenario. The mask man was here, G was not. The screaming, it had sounded as if Callen had been tortured to death. The knife, it wasn't bloody, yet the man could have easily cleaned the blade.

"You think I killed your partner." The masked man said lightly, pulling off his mask and tossing it aside. Since Sam was no longer under the influence of the drug the effect was not needed. "You would be wrong. You killed your partner. I simply put him out of his misery." There was a pause as Sam soaked in this information. "And now I'm going to kill you."

Fear was replaced quickly by calculated anger. As the masked man stepped forward Sam bolted to his feet after twisting out of the unlocked cuffs. In a smooth movement the well-trained SEAL grabbed the man's hand holding the knife with a swift twist broke the man's wrist. The scream the psycho let out was muffled as Sam wrapped his thick arm around the man's small throat, tightening his grip with precise pressure.

A terrible gagging sound filled the air around them and slowly the struggles came to a stop. Letting the man drop to the floor Sam breathed deeply. It had taken everything in his power to not kill the man. Taking a deep breath he looked towards the plastic wall, afraid of what he might find on the other side. Still, the masked man got his kicks from watching other people react to what they feared the most. The odds of the man lying were the same as him telling the truth. Fifty fifty.

Swallowing the lump in his throat Sam moved forward quickly, ripping back the plastic sheeting to reveal his partner on the far side of the room lying in a pool of growing crimson. G's blue eyes were closed and his face was pale. No movement could be seen from where Sam stood and in that moment Sam feared his partner was in fact dead.

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