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Chapter 7

Sam fell at Callen's side, his dark eyes soaking in the damage his friend had endured at his own hand. Blood poured from the bullet wound in G's leg, the blood smear on the ground next to his body suggested a wound on Callen's back, semi dry blood cracked and oozed from the cut on his right arm, and than there were the bruises both hidden and visible.

A dark, shadowed hand was forming around his partner's pale throat from where Sam had grabbed him so roughly. Guilt kicked the big agent in the gut before he could shake it away. Blinking Sam slowly reached out to feel for a pulse. Holding his breath Sam waited…and waited. Nothing.

"No…nonono, come on G, don't do this to me!" Sam snapped at the unconscious and possibly dead man. Quickly Sam started chest compressions, wincing as he felt G's ribs shift under the force of his weight. His partner was in bad shape this time. The big agent's mind went back to all the times when Callen talked about dying on the job. Every time he used that as an excuse for something reckless it hurt Sam unintentionally.

"I'm not going to live long enough for that to matter," Had ended many serious conversations between them. The words were said in a playful manor, but Sam could hear the truth behind the statement. Sometimes it made Sam wonder how much value G gave his life. It killed Sam every time, yet this situation was bringing his biggest fear to reality.

Slightly there was a gasp and G's body shuddered back to life. With a groan his still body managed to flinch before resuming its unnatural stillness.

"G?" Sam called, trying to get his partner to open his eyes, "G?" Once again his finger was reaching for Callen's throat, the big agent worried that the smaller man's heart had failed again.

At the touch G flinched harshly, his body jerking slightly before his head fell limply to the side. "No…" Came a tortured whisper, "no…"

"G, it's me, it's Sam." His partner tried again, his words whispered dripping with concern. Did G think he was someone else? Or in his fragile state was Callen actually afraid of him for what he had done? Helplessly Sam sat back a bit and watched as G's eyes opened slightly. They were dazed and dull, drugged Sam realized. After a closer expectation of G's neck Sam saw to small red dots among the forming bruises, the skin surrounding them slightly pink with irritation. Cold ran through his veins when Sam realized Callen hadn't just been injected with the drug, he'd been injected twice.

"Oh God," Sam gasped, flinching a bit when he heard something from the stairs. Footsteps. Anger replaced the worry, "I should have killed that bastard." He grunted, moving to stand and pursue only for G to stop him.

"S..am…" The weak formation of his name caused the anger to flee from Sam's heart again, replaced by anguish for what he had done to his friend. Not just his partner, but his brother. "Don't…" G continued, the tone was a begging one, causing Sam's heart to drop into the pit of despair.

"G, I'm not going to hurt you." Sam promised weakly, "It was the drug…I."

"Don't die…" Callen muttered, interrupting Sam's thought process. Those two words strung together sung in his heart. Perhaps his partner wasn't mad at him, or afraid. Maybe that bastard had instilled the same fear Sam felt in Callen. Fear for his partner's life. Maybe they would get through this after all. Sam knew it would take time, one just didn't wake up and trust his partner so willingly after being shot and beaten by him.

Than again, G. Callen worked in mysterious ways.

Frozen in the moment Sam stared at his partner before scrambling to grab his phone. His partner needed help, help that only a certified doctor could administer.

"Eric," He spoke harshly into the receiver, only to be interrupted by the surfer.

"Sam, where the hell have you and Callen been? Kensi and Deeks have been trying to call you. I've been trying to call you. Hell, even Hetty…"

"Eric!" Sam interrupted firmly, "We hit some trouble, I need an ambulance where I'm at now. Track my phone using it's GPS." Though it would have been faster just telling Eric the address, Sam honestly couldn't remember his exact location after the mad dash in the alleyways. Perhaps he would have a better idea if his brain hadn't been still slightly confused from the drug.

The annoyed mixed with worry in his tone shifted to pure concern as the surfing tech spoke again, "Nell is sending it now. What happened? Did you find the guy?"

"Yeah," Sam answered slowly, clamping his hand down on the bullet wound on G's leg. The man cried out slightly from the pain. "There's to much to explain. G's down, he's was hit by a car, shot in the leg and I'm pretty sure injected with two doses of the drug."

"Pretty sure? How could you not be sure?" Eric asked, his voice surprised if nothing else. They were partners, they had one another's backs. Sam Hanna and G. Callen rarely left one another's sides on a case. Even when they did they were never too far from one another to help or know what was happening.

G moaned again, his hand twitching as if an electrical current shot through his nerves.

"Where's that ambulance Eric?" Sam demanded into the receiver, shifting when the air quality shifted. Smoke. "That bastard!"

"Its on it's way Sam, no need to call Nell names." Eric gasped.

"Not Nell," Sam barked back into the receiver. "The buildings on fire, I'm going to have to call you back. That ambulance better be here by the time I get out of this building!" Snapping the device closed Sam looked down at his fading partner. "I'm sorry G, I guess I might have to cause you a little more pain." Wincing Sam slipped the cell phone away in his pocket before slipping one arm beneath his partner's knees and the other one against Callen's bloody back.

Sam's arm settled directly over the graze and G cried out at the sudden and painful pressure. "Stop…" the semi conscious agent begged, letting gravity turn his head into his partner's strong shoulder. Though Sam was pretty sure Callen had no idea what was happening to him at the moment anyway.

"I'm sorry, but we have to move before the fire spreads. I am sorry." Sam spoke soothingly to his partner as he moved to stand. Sam's muscles were strained and weakened from the tension the drug had put in his body, but there was little he could do about it. One thing was for sure, he wouldn't let it stop him from saving his partner.

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