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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.

Poisoned

Chapter 15

After repositioning his partner in the hospital bed, Sam settled down in the chair next to G's bed again. Eight hours had passed and his partner still had not regained consciousness after his near fatal poisoning. G was right, something was off-kilter. The poison was timed to hit his partner at exactly the moment he met with Alexandru and his brother Bogdan. Except that for some reason the poison caused G to become ill with nausea. The nausea and vomiting saved his partner's life in more ways than one.

Hetty entered the intensive care unit suite and settled down next to Sam. "Any change?"

"No, still restless and unconscious," he said, " not a good combination."

"The doctors said it was an unknown poison," she said.

"I think this was his impending doom feeling."

"I concur."

G stirred again and moaned. For the first time in the last eight hours, he rolled to his side to face the voices he heard. He slowly opened his eyes and eyed them both. "Where am I?"

"ICU."

"What?" G attempted to sit up in bed.

Sam rushed over and pushed him back down. "You need to rest."

"The ops… Hetty, the ops."

"Everything went off without a hitch."

"I missed it."

"And thanks to you, I missed the strippers too," Sam said, chuckling and sitting back down again.

"My father?"

"Is safe and under 24/7 surveillance in a safe house until further notice."

"How did I get here?"

"You don't remember?" Sam asked.

"No, except one thing is different."

"And that is?"

"I no longer feel as if something bad is going to happen."

"It's called impending doom, Mr. Callen, and the reason you felt that way was they poisoned you."

His jaw dropped. "Poisoned me?"

"Yes, with an unknown substance," Hetty said. "The doctors are still trying to discover what it is."

"I almost died?"

"They administered it to you in such a way that it slowed down its reaction and caused you to become ill."

"Through the gun shot wound," G said out loud. Things had started to make sense now. "What about my fingerprints?"

"They called your burn phone and left a message wanting to meet with you, alone."

Great, they want me dead to steal my fingerprints.

"You are under 24/7 security here at the hospital until you are well enough to function."

"Then what?"

"If you want to finish this, they're all yours."

"I need to… I hope you understand that, Hetty."

"I do, Mr. Callen," she said. "Get some more rest and I'll talk with your doctors." Hetty left the ICU suite.

"Poison, I never would've believed it," G said. "Remember Livia promised to poison me using the specialized weapon. She said it was botulinum. Only it didn't exist."

"That's the first thing the doctors checked for when you were admitted to the emergency department."

"Maybe their delivery was off, because I think they meant to kill me with this poison. Instead, it made me ill."

"I'm glad it didn't."

G closed his eyes. He flashed back to killing Serghei and then Livia. Something was still off kilter. He opened his eyes again. "I need you to check that weapon Livia threatened to use on me."

"What?" Sam's eyebrows raised high. "Evidence impounded last year."

"I know and it needs to be gone over again."

"Where are you going with this line of thought?"

"Something doesn't feel quite right."

"Yes, you almost died from being poisoned."

G sighed. "Okay, yes, true, and I need you to re-examine the weapon for clues."

"Better yet, I'll let you do it." Sam autodialed Hetty and informed her of the situation. "Right now you need to rest."

"Believe me, that's not a problem, I feel like crap."

"Now there's a first for you."

"Where's a fountain when you need one?"

"Someone promised to deliver three to my home later on this week," Sam said winking at his partner.

G chuckled and closed his eyes. The moment he started to drift off to sleep his mind zeroed in on the weapon from the Doppelgänger case a year ago. The state-of-the-art weapon failed to give up any clues before. Why do I think it would now? Maybe I am grasping for clues, something to hang this on, when there is nothing to be found. He still had the feeling something was off. Maybe I am spooked from what happened. I am supposed to be the spook. G sighed and allowed his exhausted body to take control of his senses and mind. Usually, he attempted to fight the inevitable, not this time.

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G sat up in bed and examined the weapon for the second time. Nothing. He expected to find something. One last time he paid close attention to the cavities of the weapon which looked more as if it were a prototype squirt gun. Finally, he had an epiphany. This was not the weapon. Someone switched out the evidence. His gut told him the truth. "Sam, can you check this weapon for fingerprints?"

"It was—"

"No, now."

"Come on, G, seriously?"

"Yes, I'm playing a hunch."

"LAPD had it in their evidence—"

"I know, Sam, stop trying to defend them."

"What?"

"Something is off and I know it and this time I'm paying attention to whatever that is."

"I suppose you want me to push you in a wheelchair over to LAPD so you can examine all the evidence we found at the scene."

"That would be nice if you could." G kept a straight face.

Sam shook his head. "Glad someone is feeling better."

"But I'm not quite feeling good enough for excursions outside the hospital."

He chuckled. "That's a first."

"You try getting poisoned."

"No thanks." Sam smirked. "I'll pass."

"Very funny." He handed the weapon back to his partner and scooted back down in bed pulling the covers over his shoulders. "Still no word on the exact poison they used?"

"Nothing new," he said. "They sent your blood over to a specialized laboratory to determine the poison."

"A new bio-weapon?"

"Possibly, but don't jump to conclusions."

"I'm not, just wondering." He wondered too why the prototype weapon looked different from the one he remembered Livia held at her side over a year ago. Maybe the poison in his body caused his mind to play tricks on him. G was determined this time to follow through with his hunches. "Is my father under protection from LAPD?"

"Yes, why?"

"Change it to NCIS."

"What?"

"Just do it, Sam, don't argue with me, I'm playing a hunch."

"I suppose you want me to change your protective detail to NCIS too?"

"Definitely."

"You mind telling me where this is going?"

"After I get the results back from the fingerprints on that prototype," he said. "And can you make sure you watch them while they do that?"

"What now, you don't trust the LAPD?"

"Something like that." G sighed and relaxed into the pillow. He pulled the oxygen mask over his face again. Whatever the poison was, it zapped his energy fast and the oxygen helped restore his strength.

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