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A Different Tactic
Callen watched the monitor with the rest of his team, Hetty, Johnston, Jason, and Mrs. Smith. It was only a brief few moments before Annie's sister, Carson, finally entered the room. Upon seeing her entrance Callen could see this predatory gleam in the mercenary's eyes. But Callen was shocked at the transformation in Carson in her demeanor.
Carson Smith, walked into the interrogation room timidly. She looked unsure of herself as she kept repeatedly looking from the mercenary to the camera and then down. It was clear as day that she wasn't sure of herself or what she was doing in there. It was all in the way she clutched herself around the waist, the way she bit down on her lower lip, and the way she sat down in the chair hesitantly. He was wondering what she was doing in there.
"What is she doing?" Deeks echoed his sentiments and Hetty shushed him and anyone else who would have raised any questions with just one look.
"Uh, hello I'm Special Agent Carson and you are?" She asked shyly and barely kept eye contact with the mercenary. She even managed to blush which earned her a Cheshire cat-like grin from the mercenary.
"Sorry Bonita, not with the cameras on." He replied easily enough and this seemed to fluster Carson.
"Oh…. Oh! I understand! Oh, um… I'm not doing this properly at all am I?" She asked and ran a shaky hand through her hair as she looked down in embarrassment.
"No, no you are not." He chuckled at her and sized her up lustfully, her low buttoned shirt revealing a bit more cleavage than before thanks to her slouching in defeat which pushed her breast together.
"I hate to say this to you Bonita but you are out of your league on this one. So why are you in here?" The mercenary asked and Carson bit her lip as if unsure on whether or not to tell him, apparently too shy to say anything. The mercenary gave her what he probably thought was a reassuring smile, hoping to coax information out of her.
"Well… You see… I'm the newbie around here and well… there is this coworker…" Carson sort of spluttered and blushed a light pink for effect. One hand strayed to her brown curly hair and began to twirl it around.
"I see Bonita, I see. So you thought coming in here would do what exactly? Impress him, ya?" The mercenary apparently filled in the blanks and at her shy nod of approval his grin grew predatory.
"Well, Bonita, I don't know about that Puta out there watching this but I'm impressed." He stated. Carson gave him a grateful smile before confusion over took her countenance.
"What does 'Puta' mean? Is that a good thing?" She asked and received a chuckle from the mercenary.
"Oh, sì, sì, I'm mean yes. A very good thing." He reassured her. Even though Callen wasn't fluent in Spanish, he knew that being called a 'Puta' was not a good thing at all. But if Carson knew this as well she didn't let on as she nodded in approval with a shy smile.
"You seem like a nice lady, Bonita, that coworker of yours is really lucky to have someone like you interested in him." The mercenary continued and Carson's blush reddened for full effect.
"You… You really think so?" She asked hesitantly and the shy smile softened.
"Sì, I do. So I am going to help you impress this Puta." He replied easily.
"Really?" Carson asked ecstatically and she straightened up in her seat in excitement with the mercenary's nod. The mercenary then raised his hand and wiggled his finger, motioning for Carson to come closer. She complied straight away and leaned over the desk, exposing her chest even more so.
Hetty, strangely enough, took out her cell phone and began to call someone at this time. Callen exchanged questioning looks with Sam, then Kensi, and then Deeks. All three of them were equally confused and when Callen looked to the other half of this audience he could see a calm expression on Johnston and Mrs. Smith's faces while Jason was looking elsewhere, clearly embarrassed and disgusted at having to watch his Aunt acting like this. Hetty waited only a few moments before whomever she called finally picked up.
"Mr. Beale, Ms. Jones, whatever you do, do not turn off the video just make it look like it to the mercenary in there." She said right before the mercenary finally leaned across the table as well after ogling Carson's chest as she waited for him in naïve expectance.
"We should make the Puta out there jealous, and you know the way to do that? By turning off the video feed. That way he is left guessing and worrying about you. Also when the video is turned back on and he sees you are alright he would be impressed. Then you got the Puta on the hook. Just say aloud that I will give you the information you want as long as you turn off the video feed, and they will have to comply because the Putas out there want that NSA agent back really bad. Sound like a plan to you?" The mercenary whispered and concealed his face behind Carson's billowy hair, but because he whispered it into her ear bud, everyone heard it loud and clear.
"Do you think that will really work?" Caron whispered back, doubtful by the way she bit her lower lip once more.
"Of course, I know that would be my reaction if I was that Puta out there that you want to impress so much. You still want to impress him, don't you?" The mercenary questioned and his eye flickered from her bitten lip back to her eyes, arousal clearly written across his face. It was then that Callen put two and two together.
Carson Smith was seducing the mercenary in there, which was obvious enough. But by playing such a naïve love-struck new agent, Carson was putting the mercenary at ease. The man was not suspicious of her at all by now. The mercenary thought he was playing her, whereas it was clearly the other way around although Callen wasn't sure how Carson was going to get any useful information at the rate she was going as well as the direction of the conversation.
"I do!" Carson whispered vehemently and the mercenary's predatory grin returned to his face along with a look of victory.
"Then do what I say and I will help you snag the Puta." He countered and Carson gave a quick nod before leaning back, looking as if she was caving into the mercenary's logic.
"If I turn off the video so we are not being recorded or seen, you will tell me what I need to know, correct?" Carson clarified for everyone in the other room, pretending that they hadn't heard the previous conversation she had just held with the mercenary sitting opposite of her. Said mercenary nodded in approval of her rather decent acting skills. Nothing spectacular like she was doing now to rouse his suspicion but good enough that if Callen and everyone else who were watching this hadn't overheard them, he would have barely believed her.
"Alright then, hold on just a second." Carson got up and left the room briefly before returning with her father in tow.
Director Smith glared at the smug mercenary as he walked over, pulled the mercenary's hands behind the chair, and restrained them with a zip tie. Director Smith hesitated, but with Carson's shooing motion of her hand, albeit shyly and unsure of herself, he left. Carson then turned to the camera and made a slashing movement with her hand across her throat to signify to cut the video feed. The mercenary studied the camera, and Callen figured that Eric and Nell had somehow turned off the light without actually turning off the camera, for the mercenary seemed content as he returned his gaze to the re-seated Carson.
"Did I, um, did I do that right? You don't think that they are suspicious? You saw that other agent!" She asked frantically. It was easy to tell that Carson was pretending to be nervous by the way she ran a shaky hand through her hair once more.
"Bonita, Bonita, Bonita, you were perfect. He was just worrying about your safety not because he was suspicious." The mercenary tried to console her but Caron still looked doubtful.
"Come now, Bonita, don't you trust me? I'm trying to help you here." The mercenary goaded and Carson gave him an apologetic smile.
"You're right, I'm sorry. It's just… This agent is so handsome and strong and brave… I just want him to like me and think the same of me." Carson gushed and Callen couldn't wrap his head around how believable Carson was at this.
"I understand Bonita, I understand." The mercenary responded and that seemed to calm Carson down. Then there was a lapse in silence between the two. Carson shifted or fidgeted every few seconds, clearly uncomfortable with silence but unsure what to do next. The mercenary just watched her in amusement.
"Relax, Bonita…" The mercenary soothed and Carson blushed for effect.
"Sorry, I just… I have never done this before so I don't know how long I should be in here with you to make it believable. Do you know what I should tell them when I go back out there?" Carson asked wide-eyed as if it dawned on her that she had to actually go back to the rest of them with actual information.
"How about I make another deal with you Bonita? I will give you something to go back there and tell your friends with, but I want something in exchange." The mercenary put it in a diplomatic tone but the gleam in his eyes told Callen and anyone else watching this that he wanted something that wasn't standard protocol between an interrogator and the suspect.
"Oh? And what is it that you want?" Carson questioned maintaining an innocent and naïve tone suggesting that she trusted the man seated across from her.
"Well, you see, Bonita, no matter I what I do or say I will be going away for a very long time. And where I am going, they aren't going to provide a companion who will satisfy certain urges." The mercenary began and Carson's naïve expression never wavered, as if she truly could not see where he was going with this.
"So, I was wondering if you could help me out." The mercenary smirked at her rapt attention.
"Sure, what do you want me to do?" She nodded eagerly which made the mercenary's smirk widen.
"First off, you could sit in my lap." He stated and pulled his chair back and away from the table a bit. When he said this, Carson's eager expression faltered. She gave him a doubtful and unsure look. She hesitated and the mercenary could see it.
"Don't worry Bonita; I can't do anything to you. I'm restrained to this chair, remember?" The mercenary explained and made a jerking movement to prove that he couldn't get loose. Carson still looked uncertain as to whether or not she should do this.
"You want the information to impress that Puta you like so much, correct?" The mercenary played the right card because this convinced Carson to do it as she got up slowly and walk around the table.
"You've got to be kidding me. She is not actually going to do it! ... Is she?" Deeks exclaimed which lead to Callen and his team exchanging looks once more. Hetty, Mrs. Smith, and Johnston kept their calm expressions and Jason was still looking at every single thing in the boatshed other than the T.V. screen.
Carson would stop and hesitate every few small steps. But when she did, she looked at the door to strengthen her resolve as if she was thinking about this coworker of hers and how badly she wanted to impress him before continuing. The mercenary just watched in enjoyment and his smirk turned into a devious smile when Carson finally sat in his lap. She sat adjacent to the mercenary, almost like a perverse version of a kid sitting on Santa's lap. Except for, Carson looked uncomfortable and shy in the mercenary's lap.
"Come now, Bonita! Relax! You know what make this a bit more comfortable?" The mercenary questioned her. Carson just shook her head in response.
"You and I would be much more comfortable if you straddled me. Give me a lap dance and I will tell you what you want to know." The mercenary stated, and Callen held his breath wondering if she would actually do it. There was this calculating look that overcame Carson's expression as she weighed the options in her mind.
"Don't worry, the Puta isn't watching. What he doesn't know won't hurt him." The mercenary coaxed and that settled the matter for Carson. Callen and his team watched in stunned silence as Carson shifted in the mercenary's lap, gliding her leg across his lap without getting up. But then as soon as her knee grazed the middle of the mercenary's lap, something snapped in Carson.
She sprung up from his lap without removing her knee from the mercenary's crotch. In fact, she leaned into him and placed each hand on either side of the mercenary's shoulder, grabbing the edges of his chair. As the mercenary's smile faded, Carson gained her own predatory smile.
"Since you are in such a talkative mood about the abduction of Special Agent Anne Marie Smith, let's talk now." Carson stated in a low, almost menacing voice. The mercenary was shocked like Callen and the rest of his team at the switch in Carson.
"So, where is she?" Carson questioned and was met with silence, but she waited for the mercenary to get over the shock to answer. It was only seconds later when the mercenary's face contorted into a smug smirk.
"My, my, my, aren't you the tease?" The mercenary replied and this response made Carson roll her eyes at him.
"Just answer my question, where is Special Agent Anne Smith?" Carson repeated herself.
"Where is who?" The mercenary gave her the same response that he gave Callen and Sam when they first interrogated them. But Callen had a feeling that this would have a very different outcome with Carson. Callen was proven right when Carson gave the mercenary an evil smirk and applied pressure to his crotch with her knee making the mercenary inhale sharply.
"Wrong answer, now where is she?" Carson said but did not alleviate the pressure from her knee. This earned her a glare from the mercenary.
"I don't know who you are talking about." The mercenary stated and Carson just leaned in more making the mercenary hiss in pain.
"You don't scare me Bonita; I know you won't kill me. Not while I am in federal custody." The mercenary added afterwards. This made Carson laugh.
"Oh, I don't plan on killing you. Not when I can do worse things to you to get my answers." Carson chuckled malevolently and Callen felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
"You can't leave a mark, so you still don't frighten me." The mercenary spat out.
"I know, but that doesn't mean it won't be painful just because it doesn't leave a mark." Carson replied and added even more pressure that made the mercenary yelp in pain. This made every male outside the interrogation room bristle. Just because Callen didn't like the guy didn't mean he didn't feel for him either. For all intensive purposes of the male race, what Carson was doing was the worst torture technique imaginable that wouldn't leave a mark.
"So, Puta, where is my big sister?" Carson questioned and the mercenary just glared at her.
"Sucker for punishment, huh? Oh well, if that's the case…" Carson began but was cut off.
"Alright, alright, alright! I will tell you everything I know." The mercenary stated frantically and Carson smirked at this.
"Speak, now and make it quick." Carson barked out and the mercenary gave her one last dirty look before talking.
"Stryker had just hired me and two of my brothers for his crew of mercenaries. This was somewhat of an audition. We were supposed to be there during the exchange and help distract the police if need be. We were all split up into partners for each van and unless we were paired up with Stryker, we were all given different locations as checkpoints where we would get a call from Stryker telling us where to go after that." The mercenary stated quickly in fear that Carson would apply more pressure if he didn't get to the point quickly enough for her. His reward was her easing up on his crotch and he sighed in relief, although she did not get off of him entirely.
"So you don't know where Stryker took her?" Carson asked and the mercenary shook his head.
"Like I said, it was our audition. If we made it to the check point without being compromised my brother and I were in. Obviously we didn't make it." The mercenary elaborated.
"So how did you know where to go? And what about your two brothers? I only see one of you here." Carson continued unfazed with the lack of answers she wanted to hear, that they all wanted to hear.
"My one brother was my partner and was killed when we were running from those cabrones! My other brother was with another van and, I assume, made it. We were traded by our old boss to Stryker; today was our first day meeting him. We got a satellite phone in which we only got one call telling us where to meet him and in what specific model of car. I don't know anything else about this Stryker person; let alone what he looks like." The mercenary explained.
"Where was your checkpoint?" Carson continued to interrogate him. The mercenary weighed his options once more. But just one look into Carson's serious eyes told the mercenary that she would apply more pressure if he didn't continue to cooperate.
"This place called Garfono's Pizza off of East Valley Blvd. But you and I both know that even if you sent a team there undercover, Stryker won't take the bait. We both know that he knows I've been compromised already by you federales." The mercenary goaded which provoked Carson into "accidently" lose her grip on the chair and shift her weight into her knee to maintain her balance. The mercenary's eyes nearly bulged out of his head and the previous yelp had turned into a full scream.
"Don't worry about us, worry about yourself. Now I have one more question and then I will leave you alone. But continue to make your snarky remarks and I will have you begging for mercy. Got it?" Carson threatened and the man nodded his head quickly with a grimace.
"Good boy," Carson chuckled and patted the mercenary on the head as if he was a dog being rewarded.
"Last question, what does Stryker want with my sister?" Carson asked with this deadly tone that removed any doubt that she would do what she threatened if the mercenary didn't answer, if the man had previous doubts.
"All I know is that he wants this woman, he wants her bad. That's all I know, I swear to God." The mercenary replied quickly and shook his head for emphasis. Everyone watching this knew that the mercenary was telling the truth so Carson finally straightened up and removed her knee from the mercenary's lap. The man let out a shaky sigh in relief which made Carson smirk.
"Well, it was nice chatting with you Puta. Have a nice life at whatever undisclosed location that you are going to be shipped off to." She said nonchalantly and left the room. At least they were getting somewhere. Although, the mercenary didn't give them much it was still something.
"Alright, Annie's right. I stand no chance. I'd rather take our Annie over her sister every single day of the week. That was just plain scary. That was worse than when Kens tee-ed off on the fake agent with no warning." Deeks ranted but stopped when he heard Carson's laughter as she and Director Smith joined the group of agents.
"Please, where do you think I learned that trick from?" Carson teased and Callen and his team stared at her in shock at what she was implying.
"You're saying that Annie knows how to do all of that, let alone teach it to you?" Callen voiced the question for Deeks who was still spluttering while Sam was gaping like an open fish and Kensi smirked after the initial shock wore off.
"Yup," Carson accentuated the "p" with a pop. It was official for Callen, he would never cease to be amazed by Annie and her various assets.
"As much as we would like to share stories about Annie with you all, we need to formulate our next plan of action on how we are going to locate her and then save her." The Director stated and everyone sobered up to that.