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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.

Drugged

Chapter 18

G stretched trying to get the kinks out of neck from the odd position he had slept in after being drugged and restrained. Sam strolled into his partner's ICU suite. A deep line creased in G's forehead. He sighed. This was going to be a long night, one he was not looking forward to hashing out with his partner. "I want to know why I was restrained and medicated."

Sam walked over to the window and stared at the dark clouds of an impending storm. "Long story."

"Make it short." He folded his arms. "And fast."

He flipped on his heels and faced his partner. "You're right, your intruder drugged you."

G jaw dropped open.

"You've every right to complain and be angry with me."

"You're damned right I do." It was like he told his partner. "What kind of drugs?"

"Slow acting, powerful, designer hallucinogens."

"In English, Sam."

"That's what the laboratory knows at this point," he said. "Your symptoms were similar to temporary insanity."

"I don't remember what I said or did."

Sam faced the window again. "You got my weapon, threatened me with it, and ranted and raved about how you were going to kill the Comescues."

"The Comescu family is dead, we killed them together."

"I know that but you didn't know that earlier today."

G wondered if it was the same drug Serghei had administered to him prior to the rape. He remembered back to that moment of the rape. Time stood still. Serghei pounced on him forcing G onto his back. He disconnected from his rapist's assault and something occurred which he only now figured was due to a drug. Everyone has lied at some point in their life. G lied to be a better undercover agent. And he lied to his partner about how he killed Serghei.

"G?"

He glanced at his partner standing at the window.

"You zone out on me again?"

"No, thinking."

"Don't hurt yourself," Sam said with a straight face. He settled down on the window seat. "The other part of this equation. You weren't poisoned as the doctors once thought."

"I know, I was drugged," G said, sliding further down in the bed and signaling his partner he had enough talking for now.

"Tired?"

He does not need to know what I went through. "Kind of." Another lie in a long list of them.

"You need to talk about this with someone."

"What?"

"Whatever is bugging you."

G pulled the covers up to his chin and rolled over to face the closet and sink.

"I get the message, and I'll relay it to Hetty."

"What?" He sat straight up in bed, staring at his partner.

"You're avoiding and she's asking."

"Crap, I don't need both of you breathing down the back of my neck over this."

"Over what?"

"Enough!" He laid on his side again, facing away from his partner.

Hetty strolled into the room. "Gentlemen." She nodded at Sam. "The room, please."

"I was just about ready to leave." He sighed. "Last chance for us to talk alone."

G stared at the metal nightstand.

Hetty watched her agent leave the room and settled down in the chair by the bed. "As much as I would like to keep you off the case, Mr. Callen, I need you."

He kept his eyes averted.

"Your anger is justified."

"So."

"We have a problem," she said, sighing. "Your behavior was unwarranted for the situation."

"Meaning."

"The doctors agreed with me." Hetty stood and smoothed hands down the sides of her ivory suit jacket. "You've unresolved issues from your captivity."

"So that's why you're here."

"And I need you on this case."

"The catch?" He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, crossing his arms.

"You're 100% on this case, and afterwards you take a leave of absence to deal with what happened."

"I get it."

"And?"

"What if—"

"We're not going to worry about that right now."

G faced the window. "I hope you know I can't control that."

"Anger is a powerful emotion and when used in the proper context it can be a powerful weapon," Hetty said, now standing at the foot of her lead agent's bed.

"You don't expect me to—"

"No," she said, her face twisted into a partial frown. Hetty turned to face the door and stopped, glancing back over her right shoulder. "Get dressed, Mr. Callen, I need you." Hetty left.

Sam reentered the hospital suite and laid a set of clothes on the bed and exited the room.

G stared at the clothes, a dress suit in dark teal blue with a light teal blue, dress shirt, more than likely one of Hetty's prized possessions and one he needed to tell her if he got a speck of blood on it, and he wondered what type of clandestine assignment his operations manager had prepared for him. After only a moment, G dressed in the clothes his partner had brought into the room, while thinking about how to keep his emotions in check during this ops.

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