Tuesday Night

Zach's brain didn't process the part where G called his name; instead all he could think about was escaping the lunatics. The big guy, Sam, had come over, and the teenager's thoughts of escaping became more and more desperate as he sized him up.

He looked across the car park to where there was a blocks of flats with a bar underneath one of them. He was sure he could run that and manage to get lost in the alleyway between the two buildings before one of the men caught him up, and they weren't threatening him with guns, which was a plus.

He took a deep breathe, it was now or never, and he bolted. He heard the two men swear behind him and gave chase, he could see the alleyway get closer and closer into sight, but before he knew it he was grabbed around the chest and his arms pinned to his side by someone much bigger than him.

"Calm down kid. We're not going to hurt you" Sam said, keeping a hold of the blond easily. He was strong for a sixteen-year-old, but he didn't compare in strength or size to a former Navy SEAL.

"Like hell you aren't! Get off me you freak!" Zach tried to break free with all his might, but it was useless. He wouldn't give up though.

"We are NCIS agents, Zach" Callen came in front of him, speaking to him calmly "We work with your dad. By the way, he is really not happy with you, and he is starting to give me a headache" He tugged his ear, giving him a hint that he was wearing an earwig.

Zach stopped struggling now and Sam let him free. It did make sense though, neither of them gave off a bad vibe like the Russian had, and they seemed to know who he was, and who his dad was.

"Oh… sorry about that" his ears burned with embarrassment.

"Don't worry about it." Sam patted him on the shoulder, leaving his hand there as he led him over to a car. "Come on, we will take you to your dad. I'm sure you are dying to see him"

Zach gulped at the thought. His dad had obviously just witnessed through camera feed the dangerous deal he had just gotten himself involved in. He had no idea what it was, and it wasn't his fault he was involved, it was a case of wrong time wrong place. But he was sure his father wouldn't see it that way.

"I'm sure it won't be that bad" The dark blond man reassured him, opening the back door of the car and indicating the teenager should get in.

"I thought you said you knew my dad?" Zach raised his eyebrows, not moving a muscle to get into the car.

Callen nodded thoughtfully "Yea… you're right. You are so screwed kid."

The large man interrupted them, wincing with something he had just heard on the earwig "Your dad says your better hurry up and get in the car or… well, let's just say you do not want to know what he is threatening to do"

Zach sighed, wondering what option he would prefer at the moment. That he was getting into a car with criminals under threat of death from the scary Russian guy. Or he was getting into the car to be taken to one pissed off Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

"I've found him" Gibbs said into the receiver, watching on the screen as his son tried to run away before he was grabbed by Sam.

"You have? Where?" Jackson's sleepy voice was confused. How could he have found the boy when he was in LA? Realisation hit him. "He hasn't has he?"

"Oh. He has." Gibbs growled "He landed here about fifteen minutes ago, and he has already found him self a job in drugs trafficking"

"Drugs trafficking? What is going on Jethro? Is he alright?" The confusion was back in his voice as was worry.

"Lucky for him, the person who he got left with is an undercover agent. He's fine, well he is until I get my hands on him" Gibbs had been terrified when he had seen his son get called over by the man, even though he knew Callen would have stopped anything happening to him. But anger had quickly replaced the fear he felt.

"Keep me in the loop Jethro. And tell him that he and I are going to have a talk when he gets home"

"Will do dad."

"Woah… this place actually looks cool." Zach admired the NCIS La headquarters. He had been expecting the disgusting orange walls, but instead it looked more like a Spanish villa. Director Vance should really think about getting whoever decorated in here to do DC's office as well.

"You… you don't have any elevators here though? Do you?" The teen asked the two agents nervously, knowing his father was around here somewhere and he had a fondness of elevators.

"Ah… young Mr Gibbs" A little lady with black hair came over to him. Even though he was taller than her, the look she gave him was enough to make him know she was a force to be reckoned with. "Your father is upstairs, dealing with the mess you have made. I suggest you find yourself a seat, and try to keep out of trouble until he comes to collect you"

Zach nodded, wincing when she mentioned his dad. The man would be furious with him, and it showed he was because he wasn't even coming down to greet him. He hadn't seen him for a couple of days, he assumed his dad would have wanted to see him, even if he was angry at him.

"Don't be so harsh on him Hetty. He's going to get it good from Jethro later tonight anyway" G, his newly self-appointed uncle, defended him.

Hetty turned her look on him, she was far from impressed with Zach's actions and how they had managed to get him involved in their case. The agent back-tracked quickly, not liking the powerful lady being angry with him, and she turned on her heel, walking up the stairs.

"Is everyone mad with me?" Zach looked up sadly at the two men. He knew his dad was mad at him, so was grandpa, his Aunt and Uncle would probably be too if they thought it was him that had been directing Sarah and Jayden over to the dark side, and now this woman who he had never met anymore was annoyed with him.

"Nah, Hetty's just like that sometimes. Takes her a while to warm up to people" Callen assured him, and lead him over to a desk so the teen could sit down while everyone else talked business.

"Is it just me or does she remind you of Edna mode from the Incredibles?" The teen asked all of a sudden. He had thought she had reminded him of someone when he walked through the door, and now he figured it out he couldn't keep it to him self.

Sam snorted "Whatever you do, don't let her hear you say that"

"Yes Director. I'll make sure to keep him on a leash next time" Gibbs gritted his teeth as he spoke to the Director.

He couldn't believe he was getting chewed out because his son had somehow managed to get involved with the Russian Mafia. His son knew how to get into trouble that was for sure. And he was going to make sure he regretted every single bad mistake he had made this week when he got him alone.

"Good. Keep me posted" The Director cut the video feed.

Vance was majorly pissed. They were so close to apprehending a major player in a branch of the Russian mafia, and now when Callen returned without the boy, they would know something was up and they would run. And there would go their shot of shutting down one big drug traffickers in the DC and LA area.

"What are we going to do then Jethro? I can't go back without Zach, they'll be spooked. But I don't think you want him going back to that man anyway" Callen spoke up. Everyone was gathered up in the room, wondering what their next move would be.

"No chance in hell." Gibbs was adamant. It wasn't that long ago that his son had gotten kidnapped, and the feelings of fear he had gone through with that whole ordeal were still fresh in his mind. He would never ever be put through something like that again; he didn't care if the whole investigation went down the drain.

They all nodded acceptingly, Abby and Tim glad that their team leader had chosen not to let anything happen to their nephew.

"We'll.." Sam clapped his hand "we need to find a new idea then. We could say that Zach ran just after he left, because he did run."

Tim was about to talk but Gibbs interrupted him. "Everyone come up with a new plan. I am taking my son to the hotel. Abs, you coming?"

Abby nodded, giving her husband a quick peck on the lips goodbye and telling him not to stay too late. There wasn't much else Abby could do here at the moment; there was no evidence to process, so she would be best of going to get a decent nights sleep.

"Uh… hey dad, Aunt Abs" Zach smiled sheepishly when his dad and Aunty came to collect him from the LA bullpen. His dad looked like a volcano ready to burst at any moment, and he was going to stick to the thin and narrow and try to not infuriate the man any further.

"Zacharriah, with me" Gibbs commanded him and started to walk out of the building with the scientists, Zach hurrying to keep up with him.

He climbed into the backseat of the car, wincing when his dad slammed it shut behind him. Oh man, he was going to be slaughtered when they got to the hotel. Even though the two Gibbs' were silent, it didn't mean that Abby was going to be.

"Zachy, you are so naughty." Unfortunately, she was going to talk about something the teen would definitely rather she didn't. "I can't believe you ran off from Grandpa Jack. And you got in with the Russian Mafia. I think you can give Tony a run for his money for getting into trouble"

"I'm not naughty Aunt Abby" The teen was affronted at the childish insult. He was just misguided sometimes.

"oh yea? What would you call your behaviour then young man?" Gibbs challenged him, and the teen clamped his mouth shut, making sure he didn't say something to aggravate the man.

"Thought so, you and I are going to have…" The rest of what Gibbs was going to say was cut of by the squeal of tyres on the road when he slammed the brakes because a car had pulled out in front of him, blocking the way on the dark street.

"Abby, Zach, I want you to both stay very quiet okay? We've got into a bit of trouble but everything will be all right." Gibbs anger was gone as he projected his voice into perfect calmness and reached for his weapon.

"D…dad? What's happening?" Zach tried not to let him self panic, but it was scary when he noticed the four dark figures, all with their arms outstretched and holding weapons, heading towards their car.

"I don't know. Don't get cocky Zach, just do what they tell you." Gibbs cocked his weapon, knowing it would be pointless, they were outnumbered.

"Gibbs…" Abby's small voice came from the passenger seat, and Gibbs squeezed her shoulder once, reassuring her.

"Don't worry, both of you. We'll get out of this" The silver-haired man waited for their car doors to open as one by their capturers, and fire off three rounds, managing to hit the man straight in the heart, but also taking a shot to his right shoulder.

"Drop your weapon!" The third man came into view, and Zach grimaced when he saw who it was under the street light.

The creepy Russian guy from the airport. There was a lot more going on than Zach knew about, and he had a feeling that he, his dad and aunt were just bargaining chips. They were ordered to get out of the car, and the teen seized his opportunity, grabbing his Aunt's smart phone and stuffing it down the front of his trousers, positive the Russians wouldn't check there, at least he hoped.

A/N: Thanks for your reviews :) I wasn't planning on doing the story like this, Zach wasn't even supposed to go to LA, but I guess the story just has a mind of its own. Oh, ive only watched up to the 6th episode of NCIS: LA, so sorry if i dont have the characters right.