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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.

Tamperer

Chapter 16

His mind played tricks on him at times but only when he was under great duress. He wondered if this was one of those times. More than once during the middle of night, G sensed a presence in the room with him. Even though he was under protective detail someone had breached his ICU hospital room and stood next to his bed looming over him. He shuddered with the memory of his intruder. They rifled through his belongings several times searching for some item. G wondered if the intruder had been Bogdan or Sorina. Either one now wanted him dead. Why did they not just kill me?

The door opened to his unit and he startled and sat up in bed.

"Easy, G."

"Gun shy."

"Got some strange news about the prototype weapon," Sam said, settling down on a chair beside his partner's bed. "Deeks watched them as they dusted for fingerprints."

"And?"

"Nothing, they found absolutely no fingerprints on it."

"That's… impossible."

"I know because there would be at least the residue from before."

"Wiped clean." G's thoughts zeroed in on only one person who could leave no fingerprints. He cringed. I do not like where this is going at all.

"I decided to retrieve the surveillance videos from the evidence locker for the last year."

"And?"

"Eric and Nell are still combing over them."

And I know what they will find.

"I made a decision you are not going to like."

"Why do you say that?"

"I left the LAPD detail on you last night."

G straightened further in bed. "You put my life in jeopardy‽ And for what purpose? Do you realize what was going on in here last—"

Sam held up his hands. "Easy, G, slow down."

"You want to use me as your damned experiment for these…" He released a shaky sigh. "This family."

"You weren't in any danger."

"Really?" G leered at him.

"I used surveillance and videotaped the entire—"

"Screw you!" He crossed his arms and shot his partner another look.

"I was right next door."

"And if the person used a knife on me or shot me up with a drug you could've stopped them?"

"Yes."

G sighed again this time releasing a loud huff.

"After the evidence was tampered with at LAPD, I wanted to discover if your hunches were right."

"And I suppose you left my father in harm's way too?"

"G, damn it, I didn't do that, I only did it with you because I could be close by."

"And what about Hetty's say in all this?"

"She encouraged me to follow through with my gut feeling about his."

"Great, she encouraged you to use me as a guinea pig in your experiment," G said. "Why don't you just leave? Huh? Get out."

"Come on, man."

Hetty entered the ICU suite. "Gentlemen, what seems to be the problem?"

"Never mind." G faced the window and refused to acknowledge her presence with even a look in her direction.

"I approved of Mr. Hanna's surveillance of the LAPD's protective detail."

He stared out the window. "Thanks a lot."

"We needed to see who is behind the evidence tampering."

It was obvious to him who was behind it. G wondered why his team failed to see it right off. "What about the digital tapes from LAPD's evidence locker?"

"Just a moment." Hetty faced the window and removed the vibrating cell phone from her pocket and glanced at the number on it. She answered the phone. "Yes, I see, not good, thank you Mr. Beale." Hetty pocketed her phone and faced her two agents again. "The results are in from the surveillance on the evidence locker."

"You don't need to tell me what you've discovered," G said, facing his operations manager for the first time since she had entered his ICU suite. "I figured it out already and I was surprised you didn't. My father, right?"

Sam's eyebrows raised high. "What?"

"Yes, Mr. Callen." She eyed him.

"It was easy, no fingerprints and he wiped the prototype clean to insure there would be no telltale signs of his tampering with the evidence."

"Anything else you care to share?"

"I'm sure he switched out the prototype weapon too."

"Yes, he did," Hetty said. "Do you mind telling me why he would do any of this?"

"Your guess is a good as mine."

"I want your father down here for questioning ASAP."

"You'd be exposing him to that family and their plans for him."

"As far as I can tell, Mr. Callen, there are no plans for him," she said. "They want you or your fingerprints."

G sighed extra loud this time. "As long as you assure me he'll be protected at all costs."

"I will," Hetty said turning to leave.

Sam eyed his partner before speaking. "What are you not telling us?"

"Nothing." He stared out the window again.

"I hope for your sake—"

"You think I'd withhold information from you and our team?"

"I hope not."

G was mystified by his father's actions. Not only had he stolen one of the fingerprinting devices, now he had switched the prototype weapons. If Hetty allowed him to do it, all he wanted to do now was question his father.

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