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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.

Losing It

Chapter 17

"Come on, G, get back into bed." Sam blocked his partner's exit from the ICU suite. "You're not ready for this."

"Get out of my way." He yelled with slurred speech, pushing hard against his partner's chest and beating on his chest with a fist while holding Sam's gun in the other hand.

Sam grabbed both of G's arms and held them away from his body. "Something is not right with you."

"Yes, I should've kill them all the first chance I got."

"What are you talking about, kill who?"

"Them, you idiot!"

"Do you see the way you're dressed?"

"Do I care?"

"Your ass is hanging out the back side of your gown, and here you are with a gun in your hand ready to get whomever."

G glanced at how he was dressed for a moment.

Sam wrestled G into a scissors lock, released his hands, and took out his cell phone. He autodialed Hetty's number.

"Give me that damned phone!" G grabbed the phone from his partner and threw it across the room.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" This time he wrestled his partner into choke hold and brought him over to the bed. "You need to settle down."

"Release me!" The moment Sam released him, G sprung off the bed and rushed to the door.

Sam grabbed him from behind again and wrestled him away from the door. He yelled. "I need some help in here."

"Get off me!"

"Would be appropriate and possible if I was sitting on you," Sam said, settling down on the bed with his partner on his lap.

"What?" G glanced over his shoulder. "I'm not… get off me."

"I'm not on you."

"You are." He yelled at him.

"G, you're not thinking straight, okay, maybe you were drugged."

"Bull shit!" He watched as several nurses and a doctor came into the ICU suite.

"I think he's been drugged." Sam released his partner and wrestled the gun away from him.

"Give that back to me, bastard!"

"Easy, man, listen to yourself." G lunged for the gun in his partner's hand. Sam wrestled his partner into another choke hold. "See what I mean?"

"I do," the doctor said, "keep him right where you are. Let's get a series of blood tests drawn to determine the drugs he was given." He turned and whispered to the nurse to his left. The two nurses left and the doctor stayed in the suite.

"What are you plotting to do to me?"

"Plotting? Come on, G, this is your doctor."

He squirmed and pushed backward trying to extricate himself from his partner. "He's not, man, he's going to drug me, let me go."

"Okay, paranoia is a factor."

"I'm not paranoid. I'm not crazy. Damn it, Sam, you've got to do something. We've got to kill them all before they kill us." He stiffened his body and clenched his hands around his partner's arms trying to break free from him.

"Whatever are you talking about?"

"The Comescues."

"G, you killed off their whole family."

"What?" His jaw dropped.

"Remember, you and I together took them down in Romania," he said. "And then you took out Dracul in Hawaii."

"No! Liar! You're lying to me." G beat on his partner's arms with both fists. "Stop this and let me go."

"I'd never lie to you about something this serious, man."

"Bring him over here to the window seat."

Sam settled down on the bench seat which doubled as a single bed.

Two orderlies took over for Sam wrestling G to the window seat face first and positioned an arm for a nurse to draw blood.

"Get your damned hands off me." He yelled and pushed backward trying to free himself from the two men. "But you'd lie to me about something less serious. They're going to drug me, please help me, Sam, please."

"You know what I meant, G," he said. "Easy, man, just let them do their job."

"Their job is to drug me and keep me incapacitated so I can't do my job," G said breathless from his struggling. "I need to take out the Comescues. Help me, Sam, you've got to help me." He watched a nurse come closer to him with a filled syringe. "Sam! Don't let them do this. I'm begging you, please don't let them do this." G cringed when the medicine was injected into the same intravenous port where the blood was drawn. "No, they're drugging me to shut me up and take away my identity."

"Easy, just relax and let that medicine work."

"You want to let them do it to me," G said with slurred speech.

"You're not making any sense."

"You don't care, you never cared, this was all that it was ever about."

Hetty rushed into the ICU suite, her jaw dropping wide open. "What in blazes is—"

G raised his head. "Hetty, please don't let them do this to me, you need to stop this," he said. "I need to find them and kill them." G lowered his head to the bench seat unable to keep his eyes focused on his operations manager.

"Who, Mr. Callen, who do you need to find?"

"The Comescues." His eyes fluttered and closed, and he slumped forward relaxing under the tranquilizer's influence.

Her jaw dropped open again.

The two orderlies lifted their patient off the bench seat and brought him over to the hospital bed tucking him under a sheet and blanket. "Anything else?" One of them asked the doctor.

"No, that's all, thank you." He watched them both leave and turned his attention back to his patient.

"What happened?" Hetty asked settling down on the bench seat still shocked by what she had witnessed.

"I've drawn three toxin screens in hopes of discovering what caused the odd symptoms," the doctor said.

"Mr. Hanna?"

"He just came unglued and started ranting about killing the Comescues."

"Just like that?"

"We were talking about his father coming here and he lost it."

"Your gun." She eyed the weapon in her agent's hand.

"Yes, we struggled and he grabbed it out of my holster."

"I hope we discover what happened here."

"Maybe the surveillance wasn't a good idea," Sam said, wondering out loud if his partner had been drugged during the night. G had raised that concern and he brushed off his partner citing his paranoia about the Baboescues again. "I need to watch those surveillance recordings again. Maybe we missed something."

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