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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.

Lost

Chapter 7

G curled up on the floor in the upper interrogation room and pulled a blanket over his chilled and exhausted body. The room was rarely used for interrogations, and he hoped no one would discover his presence up here. After he arrived near the boat house, G found a nearby food stand which had started to open for early morning surfers and boaters. The 4 AM crowd. He grabbed a hot coffee and several donuts and tipped the man in addition to paying him. It was the only food G had eaten in twenty-four hours. Before he entered the boat house, he discarded all evidence of his food and drink into a dumpster along with the jacket he had found earlier. Or as Hetty was fond of saying to him, 'keep that disgusting thing out of here.' The article of clothing had served its purpose—it kept his bloodied top hidden from curious onlookers on the buses he had taken.

G settled into a fitful sleep filled with execrable nightmares. The moment sleep overtook his exhausted body and mind horrifying images startled him awake. Flashes of memories from his past encounter with Serghei infiltrated the newest memories. The memories collided and punctured moments of restful and restorative sleep. G tossed and turned again and again until he gave up and positioned himself against an outside wall with a full view of the door.

He was certain a noise came from downstairs. G readied his weapon and kept it on his lap. A creak on the stairs down the hallway from the interrogation room. G brought the gun up with both hands and sighted it at the door aiming it at head level for the average intruder. He held his breath and pulled the trigger back readying the gun to fire. Footfall outside the door. Breath held. Steadied hand. Trigger ready. The door handle moved. He shivered. Stared at the door as it slowly opened. In the shadows outside the room he recognized his partner's form.

Sam reached for the light switch.

"Don't."

"G!" He stepped inside the room.

"Don't come any closer."

Sam eyed the gun in his partner's hands. "You going to shoot me?"

G lowered his weapon and replaced the safety. "Don't tempt me."

"You okay?"

"Stupid question." He settled the gun down on the floor next to him.

"Not stupid from my point-of-view."

G eyed his blood spattered dark blue shirt, purple stains marked the entire front of his shirt. "It's not mine if that what you are worried about."

"Have you looked in the mirror at yourself?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" G yelled at him, grabbed the gun off the floor, and climbed to his feet. "Just get the hell out!"

"Easy, man, easy," Sam said holding up both hands.

G had wondered why people stared at him on the bus in spite of his shirt being covered by the dumpster jacket. And the guy at the food stand, he nervously hurried to fulfill G's order. He stared down at his blood caked hands. The once sticky substance had long since dried and formed a dry, crackled look which reminded him of the cracked glazes found on pottery. I never thought to look at my hands and face. Crap.

"Go downstairs and wash up before Hetty and your father get here."

"What?" G's jaw dropped wide open. "Here? When?"

Sam glanced at his watch. "Less than twenty now."

"Can't."

"What?" His eyebrows raised up.

"Just leave… now… no more questions." He readied his weapon and pointed it at his partner.

"G, put it down."

He swallowed down the lump in his throat. With a slight tremble in his hands, the gun wavered in the air. "Go." G motioned toward the door with the gun.

"You need help, man, bad."

"Just shut up!"

Sam slowly backed out of the door with his hands raised. "I'm just saying—"

"Out!"

He closed the door.

G kept the weapon trained on the door and settled back down on the floor drawing the blanket around his chilled body.

Thanks for reading.