Thanks for the reviews guys! And more about the LAPD and Cooke will be revealed in this chapter… But I'll try not to reveal too much :P And to be honest, I have that many idea's I'm not sure myself where the story is going to take itself, I just let my fingers do the typing.
Now for Chapter 5-
It was silent, an eerie silence that echoed through-out the area. But the area was black, pitch black as the sky would be with-out the moon or stars to light it up. But there was one speck out light reaching down that made a figure visible, but it was only a blur and seemed too far away to make out a real body-shape. His hand reached out, trying to grab onto the blur, but his hand was stuck and wouldn't move. The blur walked closer and closer, becoming slightly more visible each time. He shuck as it approached but couldn't quite understand why until it reached him. The blur was clear but he still couldn't make it out. He felt pain searing through his head and the blur reached closer to him, it was right in front of him but still got closer. What was it trying to do? He tried to back away but couldn't, his body still frozen still. Closer, closer the blur carried on and on. Then everything went into nothingness, the dream had fizzled out. But not for long, he knew it would start again like it always did. Always and always.
Callen and Sam stood in the boat-shed. After their encounter with the LAPD cop and Cooke, they managed to secure Cooke and bring him back with them. Sam thought reporting to Hetty would be the best thing first, at least then getting it out of the way where-as Callen wanted to get straight onto interrogating Cooke. Cooke could be like his shield; as long as Callen was questioning him Hetty wouldn't be able to get him. Callen explained this to Sam and the two of them went to question Cooke.
"Jonathon Cooke, I'm Special Agent G Callen, and this is my partner Special Agent Sam Hanna" The two walked in and sat at the opposite side of the table from Cooke, "We'd like to ask you some questions"
Cooke simply glared at the two agents.
"We know you were driving a Police car this morning and it wasn't yours" Sam mentioned returning the man's glare, "Help us and we can help you, less time in prison…Nicer prison maybe? But that can also go the other way"
"Fine… I was paid to do it." Cooke told them bluntly,
"Paid to do what?" Callen leant on the table waiting for the answer,
"Paid to use the police car to pick up some guys and drop 'em off"
"Drop them off where exactly?"
"A hospital"
"Why? Which one?" Callen demanded, raising his voice.
"The closest one" The man smirked, driving Callen to wits end and before he knew it Cooke was being pinned against the wall by Callen,
"Which one?!" He growled in Cooke's face, his teeth gritted. Sam came up behind Callen and patted his shoulders, giving him a slight tug away from Cooke,
"C'mon G, He's not worth it" Sam turned and left the room, Callen behind him but not before shooting an icy glare at Cooke.
Up in ops sat Eric and Nell, they had decided to look over the footage once more.
"Eric, Here" Nell spoke and Eric stopped the video, "If you look at that man he is holding a red jar… But if you skip forwards a bit…" Eric did as Nell told him,
"The jar is empty" Eric looked towards Nell, "So what was in that jar?"
"I don't know, we must be missing something…" Nell paused, "I'll get Hetty"
It only took a short phone call for Hetty to arrive up in the Ops centre,
"Is something wrong Miss Jones?" Hetty queried, instantly noticing they had played the footage once more,
"Hetty… If you watch the clip carefully you can see a man goes into Kensi's drive with a red jar..." Nell explained.
"But when he leaves its empty…" Eric continued at the same time as playing the clip.
Hetty nodded and thought for a few moments,
"First of all, It seems Mr Callen and Mr Hanna have killed an LAPD agent" Both Eric and Nell looked shocked when hearing this, wondering what had brought the shooting on, "Which is why I want you both to go to the crime scene and have a look if that isn't too much trouble, Mr Beale?"
Eric shook his head,
"No...No... We will go" Eric stood and so did Nell.
"If you have a problem call me without hesitation, despite the fact I must deal with Mr Callen and Mr Hanna your safety is of prime importance to us"
"Right, Hetty" Nell agreed with Hetty and turned to Eric, "You're driving"
Hetty left the ops centre after wishing good luck to Eric and Nell, she then headed towards the boat-shed where she knew Sam and Callen would be hiding out. She arrived and entered the building.
"Mr Callen, Mr Hanna" As expected they were there, "Why did you not tell me you shot an LAPD agent? I have just had it in the neck from LAPD's chief and the director!"
"Hetty, the agent was involved in the shooting, he shot at us. If we didn't shoot he would have killed us!" Callen spoke quietly but Hetty could feel the frustration in his voice,
"Mr Callen you need to understand it isn't your call to decide not to tell me this. At least if I had prior knowledge I would have been prepared and able to protect you better!"
"Hetty, the group from the footage are at the hospital" Sam interrupted.
"And you neglected to tell me this as well! You both better get your behinds to the hospital now, Miss Blye has an excellent aim with a gun but you all know full and well how hard it would be for her right now to have to deal with all those men and protect Mr Deeks!"
Callen dropped his head and stood up, heading towards the door,
"We won't let them get to Deeks again, Or to Kensi" Callen stated.
Kensi still sat with Deeks, it had only been a day but it felt like forever that she had been unable to speak to her partner. It was strange though… There had been plenty of LAPD agents left outside for Deeks's protection but with-in seconds they had all disappeared, was it time to switch shifts? Kensi shrugged it off, as long as she was sat with Deeks it would all be fine. Or so she thought until she saw a group of men walking down the corridor of the hospital, armed with hand guns that weren't concealed to well. They headed further into the corridor towards Deeks room, with-out the LAPD protection it was easy. Kensi pulled out her phone, calling ops but to her surprise it was Hetty that answered.
"Eric?" Kensi asked,
"No, Miss Blye, Its Hetty. Is something the matter?"
"There's a group of armed men heading towards the room as we speak"
"Don't worry Miss Blye, Mr Callen and Mr Hanna are on there way"