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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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Fingerprints
Chapter 13
G loathed what his operations manager would ask next. Sam protected him long enough, and now it was time to reveal the truth to both of them. "I want him to stay."
"I thought you'd prefer to tell as few people as possible," Hetty said.
"You both need to know the Baboescu's plan."
"He's right." Sam settled back down on the couch next to his partner.
"Any painkiller around here?"
"I've got some in my purse." Hetty crossed the room and lifted her purse off a hook. She brought back a pill with a glass of water over to her lead agent.
"What is it?" G asked taking the small pill from her.
"Midol," she said with a straight face.
"Seriously?"
"Morphine."
"What are you doing with morphine in your purse?"
"Long story, take it or leave it."
G swallowed the small pill with the full glass of water. "Serghei needed my fingerprints for complete access to any database foreign or domestic."
"Foreign?" She wondered out loud. "Why didn't he use your father's fingerprints for that purpose?"
"My father removed his fingerprints."
Her jaw dropped.
"Years ago someone stalked him and sought his fingerprints," G said. "He assumed it was linked to this Romanian crime family."
"How many years ago, Mr. Callen?"
"Five."
"Quite an extreme solution."
"Not if someone's hunting you to obtain your fingerprints." I cannot remember how many times in the last six months I came close to removing mine to protect myself from the Baboescu family and their devious scheme. The thought of losing his NCIS security clearance stopped G from following through on his extreme strategy.
"Why would anyone go to those extreme measures?" Sam asked.
G sighed. Here it comes I can no longer withhold this information. "They want to use my fingerprints to start a worldwide…" He yawned and wondered what was really in that pill.
"A worldwide what?" Hetty asked.
"Prostitution ring involving male escorts." There, he said it. He hoped his face showed no signs of his complete embarrassment over the situation.
"And they want you for this in some way?" she asked.
Damn. As usual his operations manager was too perceptive. "I'm the star of the show to put it succinctly."
"That's putting it succinctly."
"What really was in that pill?"
"A mild tranquilizer and a painkiller."
"Great, I don't need to be sedate, I need to be alert."
"With Ms. Blye and Mr. Deeks protecting our perimeter and Mr. Beale and Ms. Jones delving into the Baboescu family's background and finances, you have nothing to worry about for the next hour while we determine our next strategy."
"Looks like you've been delegated to this couch," Sam said.
"I'll come back with Mr. Beale and he can pick your brain for more details."
"Why do I get the idea that no one cares anything about my well being and only cares about what's inside my brain?" G smirked.
"Take it as a compliment, G."
"Some compliment." He muttered to himself.
Sam left his partner and followed Hetty into the interrogation room.
"Anything new to report?" Hetty asked.
"I'll need Callen for the rest of the information before I can link into the mainframe at NCIS Headquarters." He picked up his laptop computer and strode toward the open area. "I hope you can answer some of my burning questions." Eric plopped down on the chair closest to Callen.
G yawned and stretched. "I would've done better had Hetty not drugged me."
"Excuses Mr. Callen, give Mr. Beale what he needs."
"I've discovered several offshore accounts but the balances in them don't add up to much," Eric said.
"Of course not, they're bogus accounts," G said. "A diversion to keep anyone from looking any deeper into the accounts they do have. Their most prized account is not a corporation or big business, well, maybe it's big business — Las Vegas and its seedy underground world."
"Never thought of looking there."
"Try anything linked to the prostitution of men and boys," G said, sighing. It was last thing he wanted to share, and yet he needed to reveal it. "It's their main focus." He closed his eyes hoping to signal Eric he was finished for now.
"I had no idea, Callen, I'm sorry." Eric strode back into the interrogation room.
Sam settled back down on the couch next to his partner. "You could've told me about this."
"No," G said without opening his eyes.
"You know I'd listen to whatever—"
His eyes flew open. "Stop, I can't talk about this any further."
"For now, but later we'll talk."
"Much later." He needed to create as much distance as possible between those execrable memories and himself. G held his aching side. So much for the little pill Hetty gave him earlier. It was wearing off already.
"Mr. Callen are you ready to steer the boat?"
"What?" The eyebrow of his right eye raised up.
"We need to know what to plant in the mainframe to get Alexandru's undivided attention."
"Give me a computer and I'll—"
"No, Mr. Beale?" Hetty raised her voice.
Eric came along side her with his laptop ready for his instructions.
"You are not replacing your father if that's what you had in mind."
"I thought about it."
"With your injury, G?"
He sighed. "Tell him I know where there are all the boys he wants, and someone will meet him at the Griffth Park Observatory."
"Is there a fountain there?" Sam asked.
"Sorry, Sam, no fountains." G smirked.
"That's three you owe me."
"Three fountains?" He eyed him. "A tall order. Where do you want me to deliver them?"
"What?" His eyebrows creased together.
Eric chuckled. "He's already gone for the bait."
"Me too," Sam said, chuckling. "I didn't even know it."
"Tell him midnight tonight and let him know someone will be there to exchange his prisoner for the men of his choice."
"You want me to tell him who's baiting him?"
"Nope," G said. "Now someone help me get off this couch I've got work to do, and I need a computer."
"Okay, what kind of boys are you sending him?" Sam asked.
"Strippers."
Hetty stepped into the middle of the conversation. "What in the world? Mr Callen!"
"He'll want something which entices him and male strippers will do the job."
Sam chuckled as he watched the interaction between Hetty and G.
"And with who's money?"
"I'll put out if you argue the point," G said. "I know what kind of boys he likes, and I'll add a couple of male escorts to sweeten the deal."
"Mr. Callen, you'll do no such thing."
G took out a credit card and waved it in the air above his head. "Truce, I'm paying for the whole deal." Eric handed him a laptop computer and G ordered the services over the internet.
"Under which alias, Mr. Callen."
"Jason Tedrow."
"He's supposed to be in the dead file," Hetty said.
"Smart move, G."
"Thought so myself too." He grinned wide. "Yes, he's dead and ordering burn phones and escort services and male strippers. Lucky guy." G chuckled even though it hurt his side.
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