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Title: Nowhere Man
Rating: M
Warning: Non-consensual sex, rape. G/OCs
Story Details and Full Disclaimer in Chapter 1: My stories are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. This is a work intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by CBS and the producers of NCIS:LA.
Unknowingness
Chapter 5
G strode into the OPS Center with his partner. Hetty told them to meet her upstairs and yet she was a no show. And no one else was in the room. "Is this some kind of a—"
"I assure you Mr. Callen, this is no joke."
G glanced over his shoulder and watched her enter the OPS Center.
"We've got a serious problem."
"With me?"
"Partially, Mr. Callen," she said, standing closer than usual to her two agents. "I'm sorry to inform you, your father has been kidnapped."
G's jaw dropped and he staggered backward and smoothed his hand across his chest. He felt as if he had been shot point blank in the chest with a .500 magnum.
"We'll find him, G, I promise you."
"How did this happen?" He asked. "Wasn't he under NCIS escort?"
"Yes, Mr. Callen."
"Then how did this—"
"Director Vance believes there is a Baboescu on the inside."
"A Baboescu in NCIS?"
"Yes, or at least someone who's been paid off by the Baboescu family," she said. "He's started a thorough investigation into who knew about the transport of your father. And Director Vance and I are both concerned that you could be next."
"Not happening."
"You think, G, why?"
"Because I'm not turning over that device, and then I'll have a bargaining chip."
"That must have been your plan all along," Sam said.
"Okay, so it was and now it is necessary."
"Mr. Callen, how do you plan to contact them?"
"They informed me when I was captured how to proceed with a second contact once I acquired the device."
"I see," she said interlocking her hands behind her back and drawing closer to her lead agent. "Proceed with your plan and be careful."
"I will, Hetty, thanks." He flipped on heels and left the OPS Center with Sam close at his heels.
"And what do you want me to do?"
"What you do best, protect me," G said. "Remember the size of these two hoodlums that first kidnapped me."
"The image of your frightening kidnap is forever singed into my mind." Sam followed his partner downstairs and into the bullpen.
"I don't plan to carry the device to meet with them."
"No?"
"I want you to keep it safe for me until I ask you for it."
"You sure it is a good idea?"
"No, I don't know what is a good idea at this point." He knew at some point they had planned to kidnap his father and use that as a weapon of persuasion to get G to do whatever they wished. Now the worst case scenario occurred and G still was uninformed about the Bagoescu's plans for the device. He settled down at his desk and pulled a burn phone from his desk drawer.
"Where did you—"
"I planned ahead for this." He dialed the contact number on his burn phone and left a text message. Afterward, he deposited the phone in his jacket pocket, grabbed his SIG-Sauer P229, and an alias ID besides his regular ID.
"What alias?"
G glanced at his partner sideways and flashed the ID at him.
"I thought you tossed out Jason Tedrow a long time ago."
"Pulled him out for this case in order to buy burn phones."
"Why him?"
"He had a reputation."
Sam chuckled.
"I'm glad you think something is funny."
"A reputation that preceded him."
G shot his partner a look. "Thanks a lot." The corners of his mouth turned upward.
"Glad you think this is amusing."
"For now it is," he said, standing and striding toward the exit doors, "later, that's something else altogether."
Sam followed his partner. "Taking my car?"
"You take yours and I'll take mine."
"You going lone wolf on me again?" He chuckled.
G paused before walking out the doors. He pressed his comm link deeper into his ear canal. "I told you what I needed."
Sam smiled at him and pushed his comm link deeper into his ear canal."Yes, you did, I've got your back."
They climbed into their vehicles and backed down the driveway.
"I need to stop by my house to grab the device," G said, speaking into the comm link and driving the short distance to his home. When he parked on the street something felt off to him. G exited the car and stood in the front yard.
"You afraid to go inside your own home?" Sam asked.
G faced his partner's Challenger and shot him a look. "Something doesn't feel right."
"Come on, G, you just need to get back into the swing of things."
"Whatever." He flipped on his heels and strode up the walkway to his house. G pushed the key into the lock on his door and entered his home.
Before he stepped more than two feet into the living room, he was tackled from behind and his vision was darkened by a hood placed over his head. A burly man pinned him to the living room's hardwood floor. The cold metal of steel handcuffs secured both his wrists behind him. The heavy weight left his body face down on the floor.
"If you know what's good for you and I'm certain you do," a familiar voice said with a thick Romanian accent, "you'll tell me where the device is. Unless of course, you want a repeat of your first round with us, I suggest you start talking."
"Give me a chance."
"Start!"
"My partner is outside and he—"
"He's been subdued for now."
"What? How—" Someone kicked him in the groin and G stifled a yelp.
"Start talking or I'll start accosting you."
"Under my bed roll in the closet."
"We looked there, nothing, stop lying to me." He shoved his captive over onto his back.
Someone tied rope around his ankles. "It is there, I swear."
"Liar!"
A hand fumbled with G's belt buckle.
"Stop, you don't need to do this."
The Romanian man kneeled beside his captive and whispered. "Then tell me or the next act upon your body will be another gang rape."
"In the floor safe under my bed roll."
"Floor safe?"
G heard several back and forth conversations in Romanian between the Baboescu family members before at least two men rushed past him.
"Bring him."
Rough, calloused hands lifted G off the floor and dragged him toward the master bedroom. They settled him onto his knees in the room's center.
"Tell me the combination."
Cold metal pressed into the naked skin at his lower back.
"None."
"Try it."
"Got it!"
"Bring him and throw him into the trunk."
"No!"
Serghei Baboescu cold conked his captive.
G slumped face first on the bedroom's hardwood floor.
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He swam to consciousness in a fog of pain, a pounding headache, and a drugged, groggy feeling. Before opening his eyes, G turned his head to test whether the black hood was over his head. No. One obstacle down. He opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings trying to determine his location. Nothing looked familiar.
Gripped by an odd sensation, G held his head with both hands on either side of his temples. His head felt as if it was immersed in a fish tank. G fully expected to hear the sloshing sounds of water to accompany the swimming feelings in his head. As fast as the sensations began they subsided leaving him with a stuffy head.
The site where Serghei had taken him the first time was a warehouse. This place reminded him of a fortress of some sort. Concrete walls. Concrete floors. Several windows which proved to be inaccessible even by a 7 foot tall man.
Next G performed a head to toe assessment of his whole body. At least this time he was fully clothed yet not in the clothes he wore to his house. His attire was odd yet not odd if he were a prisoner in some foreign country. G involuntarily shuddered and a shiver traveled up his spine. The real possibility of being a prisoner in a foreign country filtered through his mind and into all his senses.
G changed from a semi-alert state to a fully alert state in a matter of seconds. He checked for his weapon. G had not expected to find it on himself or anywhere near by. None. He scanned the room again searching for anything to use as a weapon. The only possibility was a single incandescent light bulb suspended from the ceiling by a light fixture. With at least a twenty foot high ceiling reaching the light fixture was impossible too. The light fixture was at the same height as the windows; at least eight feet or more off the ground.
He climbed to his feet and noticed he was barefoot. And yet the concrete floor was not chilly on his feet. Odd. G tested his steadiness and stepped forward a few feet. The drugged, groggy feeling faded more and his balance improved. Before, just sitting proved to be a demanding task. G explored the entire room before settling back down where he had awakened from his drugged sleep.
He was about to lie back down when he heard a noise by what he surmised was the door. It was the oddest opening he had seen, something on a par with a sci-fi show. G stared at the direction of the noise and waited. Serghei entered the spacious concrete room followed by several men dressed in uniforms in a color similar to his own dark blue prison outfit.
"Good, you are awake, bring him," Serghei said, motioning his men to bring his prisoner.
"How about some shoes?" G asked after the men brought him up closer to his captor.
Serghei stopped abruptly and faced his prisoner. "How about you shut your mouth unless you are spoken to?" He flipped on his heels and marched toward his destination.
The men brought G into a warmly appointed room with a bed, dresser, and ensuite bathroom. They sat him down on a chair facing a two-way mirror.
A shiver traveled up his spine. Something told him this room was not meant for anything but what Serghei had subjected him to before.
"Agent G. Callen, if you know what is good for you, you'll fully cooperate."
He involuntarily shuddered hard.
"Your father is on the other side of this two-way window."
Crap.
"If you cooperate both of you will remain unscathed," Serghei said. "If not, you'll witness his torture and he'll witness your rape."
Shit.
This was far worse than he thought, far worse, and G's mind had been busy full-time thinking about what his captor had planned. Nothing prepared him for this horrid scenario. He had not even met his father and now if he failed to cooperate they would witness each other's tortures. G cringed.
Serghei flipped the light switch.
For the first time in his adult life, G saw his father sitting in a chair similar to the one he sat on. The rooms were identical except for the people sitting and standing in them. Inside, G calmed himself. He repeated a word over and over in his mind as if it were a mantra to keep his thoughts from wandering all over the place and becoming frantic, disorganized and disengaged words which failed to make sense. Sam had taught him this technique one day in the bullpen. He said it was a game to keep your thoughts in order when under undue stress. G tried to focus on a word and Sam used anything and everything to distract him. He maintained his focus for an hour one time and congratulated himself. Now G hoped he could keep them in order until he figured out how he and his father could escape Serghei's diabolical schemes.
"And what do I want from you, you may ask," Serghei said. "Your complete cooperation for anything I wish to do with that device."
"Anything?"
"Yes, Agent G. Callen, anything," he said. "And you must agree to exactly that and nothing less."
"Can you at least give me an example of—"
"No!" Serghei slapped G across the face with a rough, calloused hand.
His head banged against the chair's back and headrest making G's head pound again.
"No stalling for time. No asking questions. No sidetracking. Nothing will be tolerated except the answer I require from you, Agent G. Callen."
G rubbed the back of his now sore head.
"Agent Callen!"
He stared at the image of his father and then the reflection of Serghei in the window. "I need more information before I can—"
"Wrong answer!"
G heard a blood-curdling scream. His father's once upright body tumbled forward, bright red blood seeping from a head wound. Whatever Serghei used to torture his father must have been similar to what that evil man had used on him several weeks ago. He flashed back to the horrendous unexpected pain and cringed. His father's pain threshold and age factored heavily into the equation; how much torture he could take before either succumbing to or dying before fulfilling their captor's request. Another shiver surged up his spine.
"Agent G. Callen, you are next." Serghei motioned for his men to proceed with whatever they had planned.
The two burly men who captured G the first time entered the bedroom and lifted G off the chair. One took a sharp knife and started to cut off the prisoner's shirt.
"Stop!"
"Wrong answer."
The second man filled a syringe with a slightly yellow, clear liquid.
G cringed and struggled to free himself.
"You fight this and I'll have them torture you too."
"Yes, okay, yes, whatever you want me to do."
Serghei got in his face. "You'll sign an agreement to that fact," he whispered in a disturbing, harsh voice.
"Whatever you want."
"Bring the papers for him to sign."
G expected to have more time to finagle his way out of the agreement. A paper with very few words typed on it was presented to him on a clipboard. "Do I have time to read this?"
"Go right ahead."
He read through the words, twice, before reaching for the pen to sign it.
Serghei took the paper and pen from his prisoner and handed them back to one of his men. "You may release his father back into NCIS's custody."
"I want to see him."
"No."
G watched his father disappear from the other room. He surged toward the door attempting to follow his father. The two burly men pushed him backward and shoved him face first down on the bed.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll stop fighting the inevitable," Serghei said, leaning over the bed his mouth inches from his prisoner's ear. "You are mine to do with as I wish. You will obey me or be tortured and raped just as the agreement stated and you signed."
G released the breath he was holding.
"Cuff him and bring him."
The men lifted G off the bed and handcuffed his hands behind his back. They each looped a hand into one of their prisoner's arms and followed Serghei down the long corridor. The concrete corridors echoed their footsteps until they reached the last room on the left. Serghei entered first followed by his prisoner.
"This is our room."
G cringed, he knew the meaning behind Serghei's words, and now there was nothing he could do to stop what was coming.
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