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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.

Freedom

Chapter 6

Blood dripped down his hands and splashed onto his dark blue prison outfit sprinkling it with deep purple spots. He stared at the body before him; the lifeless body he had bludgeoned with his bare hands and choked with the stainless steel handcuffs he once wore. Only one thing crossed his mind—escape. He collected his thoughts and steeled himself against what was to come next. And lastly, he stuffed the torrent of emotions trying to bubble upward down deeper within him. His next move demanded every ounce of inner strength he could muster without the debilitating effects of his emotional state.

G straightened and removed the keys from Serghei Baboescu's jacket pocket where it hung over the back of a leather chair. A thorough inspection of his captor's jacket revealed a wallet with a wad of cash. G pocketed the money which included foreign money from various countries, too many to take note of, before he stuffed it all into his deepest pants pocket. He took off one of Serghei's shoes and measured it against his foot, larger, but it would have to do for now. After fitting both oversized, brown leather shoes on his feet, which were too stylish for his tastes, G scoured the room for a weapon. Hidden under the mattress on Serghei's side of the bed, he discovered a .375 Magnum gun and round of bullets loaded in the chamber. He hoped that would be enough for his escape.

The first act G performed after Serghei locked him in the room was a scan of everything including a search for cameras and microphones. As he surmised the room was private and designed for one thing. It was memories of that one thing G now stuffed deep within him. He shuddered even thinking about the possibility of that occurring one more time with the monster of a man who he bludgeoned and choked to death. G steeled himself again and opened the heavy door which revealed the concrete corridor.

He scanned the corridor from left to right and attempted to remember where the exit was from his position. At least drugs no longer affected his mind and reasoning and blaming the drugs was ludicrous. I am a trained and skilled Federal Agent who is supposed to be able to work under the most adverse conditions. G stepped toward the left and changed his mind at the last minute. A faint memory filtered back into his mind. He hurried along the corridor on his right leaving partial bloody footprints behind him. Upon reaching a "T" in the corridor, G stood and stared at the wall and panted attempting to catch his breath. After scanning up and down the corridors, he leaned over and attempted to bring up a memory of where to turn next. Nothing. He chose left and rushed along the corridor his shoes still leaving bloodied prints behind him while their soles slapped out echoes against the concrete walls.

With his gun drawn and ready, G slowed and approached a guard station. Empty. Odd. A shiver traveled up his spine. He edged past it, ready and watching for any movement. G took the keys from a pocket on his dark blue pants and opened the door before him. He had expected to find a modern keyed entrance and exit and instead discovered Serghei's souped up stronghold required the use of regular keys.

Once outside the compound, G kept to the shadows and walls of the building until he reached a familiar area. His jaw dropped. The location answered a question which had haunted him from the first kidnapping. The building was situated on a block only minutes from his house. Again a shiver traveled up his spine. On the street, G spied a vehicle which was used in his first kidnapping. He crouched low and edged toward it, keeping to the bushes and shadows until he was even with the rear bumper. G raised up and peered into the back of the dark SUV. No one. He edged along the passenger side low to the ground and eyed the side view mirror. No reflection. Darkened and heavily tinted windows. G sprung up and pointed his weapon at the dark window. Empty. He took the keys again and fumbled for a perfect fit. No key worked. Crap.

G hurried over to the shadows again and kept hidden in the bushes until he was several blocks from Serghei's stronghold. Even though his clothes were covered with his captor's blood, he walked down the sidewalk with his gun shoved into a pocket, no longer willing to stay hidden in the shadows. G avoided his own home and chose the boat house over NCIS Headquarters. He wanted a place to crash without drawing any attention to himself. A question and answer session with his partner or Hetty was the last thing he needed right now.

At this time of the night, an open clothes store had proven to be a fruitless search. G discovered a discarded jacket in a dumpster and covered his bloodied dark, blue shirt with it. With it covering the most bloody part of his clothes, he drew less attention to himself as he boarded his first bus.

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