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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.

Vengeance

Chapter 10

Sam brought in their brunch and settled down next to G on the sofa. "You okay?"

G startled and stared at his partner. "Hungry." He picked up a plate and started to eat.

"Did you just have a flashback?"

"Yes, okay, let's drop it."

"You want to heal from what happened to you?"

G answered by eating more of his bacon and eggs and refusing to answer his partner's question.

Sam finished his brunch of fresh fruit and whole wheat toast.

"No bacon for you."

"That's right I don't possess the excellent genetics you do."

G stuck his tongue out at him.

"Don't push it."

"Maybe I'll talk later, maybe."

"I can only hold off the calvary for so long."

G finished his bacon and eggs and set the plate on the coffee table. "Hetty, right?"

"She going to ask you sooner or later."

He folded his arms and leaned back into the sofa.

"Might be easier if you told me first."

"I lost it."

"With Serghei?"

G sighed. "Yes." Another flashback bombarded his vision blasting through his defenses. He leaped to his feet and grabbed both their plates bussing them to the kitchen.

Sam followed him. "Happened again?"

"Damn, you are perceptive."

"We've been partners for over five years."

"You are becoming like Hetty, reading my mind and getting inside it."

"I hope not," Sam said, smiling.

G rinsed the dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher. "Me too, for your sake and mine." He cracked his first smile, well at least a half-smile, in two days.

"Living room?"

"A place to hide would be better."

"I understand."

"The moon."

"You overheard that conversation with Hetty on the phone."

"Yes, faked being out of it when you came back into the bedroom."

"You are well trained."

"Have to be in order to survive…" G walked back into the living room and plopped down on the sofa. Sam followed suit and sat at the opposite end of the sofa. "If I thought the Baboescues had anger issues before, I've only renewed their vengeance against me now."

"Your need to survive did this."

"I'm a… cold-blooded… killer."

"Because you needed to survive."

"Damn it!" G shot off the sofa and stood before the fireplace arms crossed staring at the fake logs which still glowed red one half hour after the flames had died down. He lowered his voice. "I bludgeoned his body with my bare hands."

"And you believe this means what?"

"I told you," G said facing his partner, "I'm a cold-blooded murderer."

"That's why you broke down and howled as if you were a wounded animal in the bathroom," Sam said. "That's not a cold-blooded killer. You showed me the heart of a man who's in turmoil after what he did."

Tears welled up in G's eyes. He flipped on his heels to avoid his partner's scrutinizing eyes.

Sam came along side him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Let it go, man, you did nothing wrong."

He jerked away from him. "No!"

Sam brought his partner back to his side keeping an arm wrapped around his shoulders. "You need this connectedness."

"It was sadistic."

"The murder, not you."

Tears rolled down his cheeks. He wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. "I pre-planned it."

"How far in advance?"

"The moment I stepped into that room alone with Serghei."

"Doesn't constitute pre-meditated murder," Sam said. "You are trying to be your own jury and judge and executioner, and it's not going to work with me."

"You study law?"

"Nope, tried to use the same lame excuses myself one time and a friend proved me wrong."

"I'm trying to keep this together."

"Don't."

"This sounds stupid."

"Maybe not."

"If I lose it will you… crap…"

"Will I hold in my arms and let you fall apart?"

G sighed and crossed his arms, again. "Yes."

"Yes."

"Good," he said, whispering. "I hope it won't come to that. I lost it once already and maybe it won't happen again."

"Good luck with that scenario."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." G ducked under Sam's arm and walked back to the sofa. "Enough man hugs for this morning."

"Headquarters?"

"Only if you promise we'll stop at my house for some normal clothes."

"You saying my wife's sweats aren't normal."

"For capris, they're normal." G chuckled.

"Now there's the first real laugh I've heard from you."

I need to enjoy this while it lasts because the next crash… I do not know what it will bring and what effect it will have on me.

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The edgy feeling creeped upon him again as he dressed in his blue jeans and a dark teal blue t-shirt in his bedroom. Even with Sam in the living room, G startled at every sound no matter how slight. Acute traumatic stress was a bitch. He longed for the day when his edginess was gone, and he lived without the fear of reprisal. G brought his shoes and socks out into the living room and sat on the floor.

Sam started to stand. "I could've—"

G waved him down with a hand. "No, sit, I'm fine." After donning his work boots, he climbed to his feet and gathered his ID and wallet. "Ready?"

Sam stood and stretched.

"It's going to be a long day, sorry."

"Not your fault."

"Right, I killed Serghei and whatever retribution comes our way is not my fault?"

"There's the first time you've admitted to killing him."

"What?" G glanced at him sideways.

"You've skirted it."

"You are right, I didn't want to admit it." He grabbed his keys off the mantel where he left them upon entering his home.

"Telling me you are a cold-blooded killer is not admitting to the murder."

"All right, Sam, you've made your point." He pushed another flashback back down inside away from the light of day and from complete exposure. G flipped on his heels and strode toward the front door.

"Get down!" Sam yelled over the rapid gun fire now pelting the front of G's home.

G plastered himself against the hardwood floor drawing a gun from his ankle holster. Now, he was pleased with his choice to purchase the item several months ago. G slinked on his belly toward the front windows along side his partner. Sam was on his cell phone calling for reinforcements from both Hetty and the Los Angeles Police Department. A call rang through on his own cell phone. G noted the phone number. Alexandru, Serghei's brother. A shiver traveled up his spine. He answered it and placed the call on speakerphone while placing a single finger against his lips.

"We're coming for you. You are a deadman. Consider yourself erased by midnight tonight." The caller with a heavy Romanian accent hung up.

"This day just got a whole lot longer," G whispered to his partner.

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