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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.
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Retaliators
Chapter 11
G lowered himself into the Challenger's seat. This scenario manifested all the markings of the original Doppelgänger case over a year ago. Except now his retaliators' rage doubled with the discovery of their brother Serghei's death. G had the blood of two Baboescues on his hands. If he believed he was a marked man before, his chance of sudden death by his retaliators had increased two-fold.
"I know that look."
"What?" G stared at the side view mirror as Sam took off down the street toward headquarters.
"This isn't your fault."
He faced his partner. "Like hell it isn't!"
"Come on, she came after you and they kidnapped you."
"I could've stopped them all."
"What?" Sam's eyes brows raised high. "Prevented Livia from hunting you down?"
"Well, maybe not that."
"And you had a choice about killing her?"
"Okay, no." G straightened in his seat. "We've got a tail."
Sam eyed his side view mirror. "LAPD."
"Remember the LAPD's link to the Baboescu's family."
"Paranoid."
"I'm not," he said watching the black SUV gaining ground on them. "They're closing in on us."
"Protective detail."
"Optimist."
"Pessimist."
G's cell phone vibrated in his pant's pocket. He startled.
"Jumpy."
"Don't rub it in," he said smirking, "…too much." He viewed the caller ID before answering it. "Hetty."
"Got the police escort?"
G felt the heat rise to his face. "Yes, right on time, thanks."
"Remember, no ear wig communications until further notice," she said. "We'll see you when you arrive."
He shut off his phone and pocketed it.
"And?"
"I'm paranoid."
"Thought so." Sam snickered.
"Optimist." G stretched and relaxed in his seat. "Don't rub it in."
"Now where were we…"
"I thought we finished."
"We only finished if you are not blaming yourself for this all out—"
"War against me."
"It's not a war, G."
"What would you call it then?"
"Retaliation."
He chose his next words carefully hoping not to receive any more comments from his partner. "A crusade."
Sam shook his head and chuckled.
"You think this is funny?"
"Nope."
"Then what?"
"You and your use of words."
G folded his arms and huffed out his indignation. "Now my use of the English language is coming under fire."
"An exaggeration of mega proportions."
"Now who's exaggerating."
Sam chuckled, again. G sighed. End of discussion. Sam pulled into the driveway to headquarters and their protection detail stayed parked on the street. They both climbed out of the Challenger at the same time and strode toward the entrance doors. "You ready to meet your father?"
G folded his arms and averted his gaze. "No."
"What?" Sam glanced at him sideways.
"If it wasn't for me—"
"You've got to be kidding."
"No." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
"Get your head on straight."
G shot him a look. "It is."
Sam eyed his partner's face.
"What?"
"He doesn't care about what happened, he cares about you."
G placed his hand on the doorknob and Sam pulled him aside before he entered the building. "What's with you, man?"
"You and your attitude about your father," he said. "Give it a rest."
"I almost got him killed."
"But you didn't, you saved his life."
"It was a setup."
"What?"
"All they wanted was me," G said pulling away from Sam's hold on his left arm. "And almost got him killed."
"Let this go."
"I can't." G opened the door and stepped inside. Sam followed his partner to the bullpen.
"Mr. Callen, a word with you."
G huffed out his disgust. He crossed the room and refused to enter her office area.
"Mr. Callen."
"I can't."
"I haven't asked for a debriefing, Mr. Callen."
He sighed and crossed his arms. "Then what?"
"Your father is waiting for you in the archive room."
"Great." G muttered to himself and stared at the front of her desk.
"Maybe a debriefing is in order."
"No debriefing," he said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, "I'm not going to talk about what happened." G flipped on his heels and crossed back over to the bullpen.
Hetty followed him and stood behind the iron lattice work around the bullpen. "The gym, now, Mr. Callen."
He settled down into his seat without glancing her way. "No."
Sam sidled up to his partner. "Hetty, he talked to me."
"And he refuses to see his father."
"Issues."
"What kind of issues?"
"Guilt."
"Be sure he deals with it," she said, flipping on her heels and crossing back across to her office.
"That's two you owe me," Sam said. "Time to meet your father."
He pounded his right fist against his desktop. "Screw that!" G gritted his teeth. "It's more than guilt. I am responsible for his kidnapping."
"Guilt."
G pushed his chair back and leaped to his feet. "I need to shoot something." Sam followed G toward the firing range. They stopped short of it, G staring through the archive room window at his father reading a magazine. "Crap." For the second time in his adult life, he saw his father. G wavered trying to determine which move to make next. He turned the corner and entered the archive room. "Papa," he said in Romanian with a barely audible voice. G hesitated by the entrance.
George Callen raised his eyes from the magazine on his lap. "My son," he said speaking in Romanian with a thick accent. He threw the magazine aside and stood waiting for his son to approach him.
"Sorry," G said in Romanian. "It's my fault." His mouth dried up and he mouthed the last words.
George closed the gap between them and took his son into his arms. G broke down in his father's arms, tears flooding his eyes and falling on his father's shoulders and back. "Nothing to be ashamed of, son, nothing." He patted his boy's back.
G needed this and had not known it until his father hugged him. He relaxed in the man's arms and allowed himself to fall apart, again.
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