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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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Off-Kilter

Chapter 14

After Sam bandaged his side, G dressed in another shirt which he carried in his duffle bag. He learned years ago to always carry an extra change of clothes with him on an ops. G was curious about why Sam failed to find a bullet in his side. Obviously, his enemy wanted to send the message. His enemy needed him alive which meant the threats of earlier in the day were all lies. He felt an inkling of doubt in his mind. The exact way he felt on an ops that was not quite right. One where he detected something wrong but could not put his finger on the exact cause of it. It concerned him and yet he decided to keep the intel from his team at least for now.

He questioned himself in his mind, back and forth the conversation went. Something was off.

"G?"

He failed to notice the presence of his partner as he entered the room behind him. Not good. Sam was too perceptive.

"You okay?"

G flipped on his heels and gazed into his partner's eyes for a moment and averted his eyes.

"If something isn't right with all this we should just—"

"No, I mean yes, I don't know what I mean." He faced the interrogation room's window again and stared at the same thing he had looked at for the last hour; Eric and Nell working on the logistics for the their ops. Except before he was lost in his thoughts. Now he was tormented by those very thoughts that had captured his mind.

Sam stepped along side his partner and looked in the interrogation room window. "If anything doesn't feel right—"

"I know, I know… and something doesn't and yet…"

"Let's run it by Hetty first."

"Okay." G trudged up the stairs to the other interrogation room followed by Sam.

"Hetty, we need to talk."

G settled down in a chair facing her and Sam pulled up another one.

"Doubt, Mr. Callen?"

For the first time in his career, G had no answer.

"Mr. Hanna?"

"Something is off."

"Off?" She asked, glancing from one agent to the other.

"They should've killed me and they didn't. Instead, they shoot me with this device which leaves a message inside me. I thought that was odd."

"And, Mr. Callen?"

"Something is not right about this whole ops." He stood and walked over to the eye-level window and stared down into the parking lot. "One thought turns over and over in my mind—they want me."

"I agree, Mr. Callen, and that's why I wanted Mr. Deeks to pose as you."

"As we did in the Doppelgänger case."

"Yes."

"You're willing to risk his life."

"Unwilling to risk your life."

"I'm more valuable than Deeks?"

"It's not a—"

"It is, Hetty, and don't lie to me."

"Mr. Deeks volunteered to go as you already."

G's jaw dropped open.

"I want you two to hold back and go in as back up."

"And what if that's their plan?"

"Come on, G, now you are getting paranoid."

"No, concerned that we're walking into the same situation as before and that's exactly what they want."

"Damned if we do, damned if we don't," Hetty said.

"Something like that," G said, facing her and his partner.

"Doubt is the last thing you need right now." She stood clasping her hands behind her back. "We'll go with Mr. Deeks in the front position. You know the routine by now, if you suspect something is awry you go in without hesitation." Hetty stepped closer to her lead agent and eyed him. "You do know I mean on the ops."

"I hoped you meant right now." He gave her a sheepish grin.

Sam chuckled. He loved watching their interactions and this one topped them all.

Hetty shook her head and smiled. "Go, gentlemen." She shooed them out of the interrogation room with both hands.

Downstairs, G and Sam grabbed their duffle bags and strode out to Hetty's Jaguar.

"Wish we had your Challenger."

"Agreed, but this car is faster and souped up for Hetty's love of speed."

"True."

They threw their duffle bags into the back seat and settled into their respective seats.

"No one is expendable, G."

"I'm not so sure any more."

"Trust me, Hetty's not throwing Deeks to the wolves."

"No, she isn't."

"I'm glad we agree on that one point."

"She's drowning him in the fountain," G said with a straight face.

Sam chuckled and shook his head. He revved the engine. "I should've known you'd bring that up again."

"I had it all planned with a nice fountain and now…"

"We have stars."

"What?" G glanced at him sideways.

"Stars at the observatory."

"I thought you meant the strippers and the escort service."

"Got you." He pulled out of the parking lot and drove toward the Griffth Park Observatory.

G relaxed in his seat. "I'll admit, you had me going." In his mind, he readied himself for their ops. No rehearsing was needed. He often saw Kensi and Deeks perform mental gyrations inwardly and outwardly before an ops. G focused on the task ahead knowing his whole team depended upon his leadership. And yet that feeling rose again in his gut, the one telling him something was off. Abort. The word kept running through his mind again and again.

By the time Sam neared the observatory, G's gut was twisting and turning. He was close to vomiting, unusual for him. Something was not right. Nothing made him queasy about going on an ops. "Pull over, now!"

"What?" Sam glanced at his partner and pulled off to the side of winding road to the observatory. "You don't look—"

G opened the door and stumbled out of the car. He vomited along the side of road several times. "Abort the mission," he said between vomiting and heaving.

"What?"

"Abort it!"

Sam autodialed his team members and Hetty. "You'd better have a good—" A seizure gripped G's body and he fell to the ground. Sam rushed over to his partner's side and called 911. He removed his jacket and placed it under G's head. After the seizure stopped, his partner laid unconscious on the side of the road.

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