Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: Los Angeles or the characters. I'm just borrowing them. I make no money from this.

"Here," Callen said as he held out one of the water bottles.

"Thanks." Callie took but didn't open it. Didn't even look at him.

He sighed. "You ready to head back?"

She shrugged turning her head away.

The skin on the back of his neck prickled and he started looking around. "Come on, it's not a good idea to be out in the open right now." He reached down to pull her up but she wasn't listening. Her gaze was focused on something to the side.

"T-that's one of the men from last night," Callie said, her eyes wide.

"What?!" Callen's head shot up and he spotted the man she was talking about. And he wasn't alone. "Shit!" He swore as he spotted the other men circling around, trying to box them in. He drew his weapon as he tugged Callie to her feet and behind him. "Stay close." His eyes widened as he saw one of them pull a gun. Acting quickly he flipped the table on it's side, pulling Callie down behind it just as the bullets started flying at them.

The few other park visitors screamed and ran off. Callen gave a silent count then popped his head up. "Federal Agent!" he announced as he shot the shooter. But that only caused several of the others to draw their own weapons and fire. He quickly dove back behind the table, covering Callie with his own body as the bullets tore through the thin protection the table provided.

"No you idiots! The boss wants them alive!"

Callen glanced back over the table as the bullets stopped flying. The men were now running toward them. "Come on," he said as he got up, pulling Callie with him and pushing her in front of him. Urging her toward the trees, they began to run, Callen turning and firing back at their pursuers as he did but keeping his body between them and Callie.

But just before they reached the trees, Callen was tackled to the ground, his gun sent flying. "Run Callie!" he yelled as he rolled over and punched his attacker. Grappling for a few seconds, he got the upper hand and reached for his gun. Rising to his feet he stopped as he heard the sound of a safety being clicked off.

"Drop it or the next bullet is for her."

Callen turned to see another man holding a gun to Callie's head. He froze as her fear-filled eyes met his. "Connors wants her alive," he stalled.

The man shrugged. "Doesn't have to be a fatal shot. And even if it is, I think he'll forgive me when he sees you. Now drop it." He emphasized his point by pressing the gun harder to Callie's head, causing a slight whimper to escape her.

Callen let the gun drop. "You've got me," he said as hands grabbed him and started searching him, removing his backup and phone. "Let her go." His hands were tightly cuffed behind his back.

"Can't do that, she's our insurance that you'll behave. Besides, the boss has a little reunion planned for you. Wouldn't want to ruin the party by not having one of the guests of honor show up, now would we boys?" Several of the thugs laughed at that.

Callen relaxed slightly as the gun was lowered away from the girl's head. The man kept a tight grip on her arm but at least the gun was no longer pointed at her.

"As for you, you little Bitch, you caused me a lot of trouble by running away last night," he glared at her before backhanding her across the face and sending her falling to the ground with a small cry.

Callen surged forward only to be stopped by the hands holding him. He fixed his glare on the man who had struck Callie. "You're going to regret that."

"I seriously doubt that," he said as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet before cuffing her hands behind her back as well. "Let's go." He gave her a shove forward while still keeping her close to him and away from the federal agent.

As he was forced to follow, Callen stared at the dazed expression on her face, the blood dripping from her split lip and the bruise already starting to form. This was his worst fears coming true, an innocent being dragged into danger because of him. 'I'll get you out of this, somehow,' he vowed silently as they were led to a van. He glared at the men as they roughly thew her inside. He thought he heard his partner's voice but before he could look or do anything there was a sudden pain across the back of his head and then everything went black.

Sam raced through the Marina on foot, bursting out of the gates and across the intersection, paying no mind to the screeching tires and blaring horns as he dodged the speeding vehicles. His eyes widened as he spotted the group of men toss Callie into the back of a van, his partner surrounded. "Federal Agent!" he identified, his weapon drawn and aimed as he ducked behind a parked car. Several of the men turned and started firing in his direction. He carefully returned fire only to see his partner hit over the head with the butt of one of a gun and tossed into the van. The other men jumped in, still shooting and the van took off.

Sam rose from his cover, firing at the rear tires but the van sped off. He pulled out his phone, dialing Ops. "Eric, they've got G and Callie. Gray van, windowless, no plates. Took off from the park across from the Marina."

"Got it, checking footage now and entering the search into Kaleidoscope."

He looked up as Granger came jogging over to him. "What happened?"

"They took them, Eric's looking for the van now." Something caught his eye and he walked further into the park. "Look's like G managed to take out a couple of them." He checked the bodies and shook his head. "Won't be getting any answers from them. Eric, gonna need a coroner and LAPD here to cover the scene."

"Damn it," Granger swore. "Wait, is Eric still tracking there phones?"

Sam put the phone on speaker. "Eric, you catch that?"

"LAPD units already on route, they'll take over at the park. And yes, still tracking the hired guns phones. Should be able to follow them to wherever they're taking Callen and the girl."

"Send me the directions, I'm going after them now." Sam started back across to the Marina and his car.

"Wait," Granger said. "They'll be heading to meet Connors, probably wherever he's holding Erin. We wait for them to reach their destination and we'll get them all at once. It's our best chance to save all three of them."

Sam glared at him, not wanting to wait while his partner and a child were in danger. But he said nothing, knowing Granger was right. "I want a location as soon as they stop Eric," he said as they reached the boat-shed. He shook his head at Kensi and Deeks as they came running up to them. "And have a tactical team on standby, as soon as we have a location we're going in."

"Got it."

Sam entered the boat-shed and went straight for where the weapons and body armor were kept. He pulled out his vest and pulled it on before checking the assault rifle and grabbing ammo. Kensi and Deeks joined him.

Hetty stood to one side. "I will return to headquarters, monitor the situation from Ops. Bring them back to us."

Sam gave her a tight nod as he continued checking over his equipment.

She turned to look at Granger. He shook his head and pulled off his jacket. Grabbing a spare vest he pulled it on.

Hetty nodded at him. "Good luck," she told them all and turned and walked out of the door.

Sam and the others turned to look at Granger. He met there looks calmly as he grabbed and checked over an assault rifle. Sam studied him carefully before nodding. "Just don't get in our way."

"I have no intention of doing so."

The four continued their tasks in silence after that. A while later the monitor beeped and Eric came on screen. "Got them. Abandoned factory. It's actually not far from where you picked up the girl this morning."

Nell came into view. "Tactical team is on their way."

Sam nodded. "Tell them not to move in. They wait for my signal."

"You got it."

He turned to the others. "Let's go." They had a teammate to save.