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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.

Compromise

Chapter 19

"Papa, why did you do this?" G asked while standing by the table.

George Callen slumped into a chair outside the interrogation room at the boat house. He sighed deep. "I did it for you, son."

"What?"

"If I didn't tamper with the evidence and steal that prototype weapon, you'd be dead not to mention scores of people."

"What are you talking about? Why won't you look at me? Damn it, look at me!"

George faced his son tears welling up in his eyes.

"Papa."

"The weapon does work. It is designed to disperse botulinum."

G's jaw dropped. "NCIS and LAPD examined it and found no evidence that it even worked."

"That's because someone inside the LAPD was dirty."

"Yes, we knew that at the time."

"They tampered with the evidence and altered it to steer NCIS away from the truth," he said. "I was in the states at the time, investigating your situation."

"And you didn't even stop in to say hi."

"Business trip."

"More like a trip to save my ass… sets."

"Yes." He stood, crossed the short distance, and hugged his son. "I wish we could have met sooner, but I had to protect you from them."

"Is this another blood feud?"

"No, it's one family's blind and warped ambition to destroy lives," he said, stepping back. "I had to stop them."

"And how do we stop them now?"

George faced the interrogation room's window, this time walking toward it and placing his hands on the window sill. "Only one way to stop this and you know it."

"I can't just go around murdering whole families."

"Then you'll have to arrest them and make it stick."

G sighed. "Because if I don't they'll come after me again."

Hetty entered the open area. "Gentlemen, perhaps there's a better idea."

"What do you have in mind?" George asked.

"The reason for your son's attire is the special ops I've arranged for him."

"I had wondered why you'd send him out on an ops in that suit."

"Wonder no more," Hetty said, gesturing with her hands for both men to follow her. They entered the interrogation room. "Mr. Callen, you'll need to study the intel Mr. Beale has gathered for you."

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G climbed out of the Challenger and slouched against the front fender of Sam's car down the street from a Romanian restaurant in Hollywood. He sighed for at least the fifth time since Sam and him had started their ops.

Sam rested against the front fender closer than usual to his partner. "Problems."

"I'm still thinking about what I did to Serghei."

"And waiting for the axe to fall," he said, "when you see their family."

"Something like that."

"I heard they have a fountain in one of their private rooms."

"And you'd like to dunk my head in it afterward."

"Thought about it."

G chuckled. "Thanks for the stress reliever." The thought of his partner dunking his head in a fountain was what he needed to get his mind off the seriousness of the ops. He straightened and squared his shoulders.

"Now there's the consummate undercover ops agent I know," Sam said, handing over the briefcase to his partner.

"Okay, how did you know?"

"Simple." He faced him. "You ready yourself by squaring your shoulders." Sam straightened his partner's tie.

G allowed his partner one last touch to his expensive suit. "I guess you'd notice something like that since we've worked together all this time."

"I noticed it the first time we worked together, and you went undercover wearing one of Hetty's over-the-top suits."

He glanced at his suit and shirt and shoes. "Yes, this qualifies as over-the-top."

"Go get 'em partner." Sam stepped back and motioned toward the door down the street.

G strode toward his destiny filled with confidence. He figured the outcome of this meeting would result in an angrier Baboescu family. This family wanted only two things from G now, his fingerprints copied and his life terminated. He was determined to perform his part of the ops no matter what the outcome.

After switching the briefcase to his left hand, G opened the restaurant's door and stepped inside the darkened foyer, waiting while his eyes adjusted to the extreme difference in light. Compared to the bright noon day sunlight the foyer was likened to a cavern deep within a mountain.

"Agent G. Callen, come in and have a seat," Alexandru said, leading the way further into the restaurant.

No seats were occupied in the front of the restaurant. They neared a private room, the ones which Eric had shown him of the building's schematics, and G noted the remainder of the Baboescu family seated along the opposite side a long, light oak stained table in the room's center. He stopped short inside the doorway and steeled himself again, before taking a seat at the table.

"Water, wine, or woe?" Alexandru asked with a thick Romanian accent unfettered by years of living outside his mother country.

"Nothing, thanks." G laid the briefcase on the table and opened it, pulling out one file. "I'm prepared to offer one way out and only one way out."

"Unacceptable." He sat across from the killer of his brother and sister.

"That's all I have to offer."

"I won't sign any legal document with those terms."

G started to stand.

Alexandru motioned him with a hand to sit down. "Present your offer."

He settled in his chair, the left corner of his mouth creasing upward. One hurdle down, two to go. "First and foremost, you'll file no lawsuit against me for the damages to your family." Marty had given G several quick lessons on the delivery of legal speak.

"Unacceptable." Alexandru's voice raised a decibel. "You expect me to sign this ridiculous document which states—"

"I don't expect anything," he said, "our legal department does."

"What?" His jaw dropped open.

"This isn't about me."

"You just asked us to cease and desist all legal actions against you."

"Yes, that's in accordance with our legal department."

"What kind of crap is this!"

"I assure you this all legal and above—"

"You listen to me and you listen carefully," Alexandru said, his accent deepening and his voice lowering. "I own your ass."

"Not quite, your brother owned my ass, and he's no longer around to claim it." G smirked, both corners of his mouth turning upward. It was one line which had excited him about presenting the whole deal.

Alexandru pounded the table and shot out of his chair.

Bogdan grabbed his brother's arm. "Don't do something you'll regret."

Alexandru jerked away from his brother. "That's right, bastard, you murdered our brother and you're going to pay for it one way or another."

G slowly rose from his seat, gathered the file, and placed it back into the briefcase. "I guess we're done here."

"No one gave you permission to leave this restaurant."

"I gave myself permission."

"Stop," Alexandru said, holding up his hands. "Okay. Tell me the rest."

G stopped halfway to the doorway and glanced over his right shoulder. "You don't want to hear it unless it paves a path to your door."

"Please sit down and let's discuss this… like gentlemen." Alexandru demonstrated his willingness first, by sitting and clasping his hands together. "Let's talk."

After placing the briefcase on the table again, G settled into a chair opposite Livia and Serghei's brother. More composed than usual, he opened the briefcase and pulled out the agreement once again. "It's a legal document which states you'll cease and desist all actions against my father and me, whether domestic or foreign."

"You can't hold me to any foreign legal actions."

"Not so," G said, "we've contacted the authorities in Romania and informed them of your illegal activities here in the United States."

"You did what‽"

"They informed us of your illegal activities in Romanian and agreed to prosecute you to the full extent of the law." G watched Alexandru struggle to stay seated. The corners of his mouth turned upward, seeing the pure rage on the man's face.

"I'm not signing this preposterous legal document!"

He gathered the file again and lifted it off the table. "I'll inform Immigration and Customs Enforcement of your decision." G observed his adversary for a moment. He placed the file in the briefcase again and started to close it.

"And they'll?"

"Arrest you and deport you and your family back to Romania."

"They can't."

"They can and they will," G said, "your visas expired last week."

"We applied for new ones."

"They've held them back upon our request."

Alexandru tightened his hands, the veins bulging outward on them. "What about our side of the deal?"

"What about it?"

"How do I know you won't finish off our whole family?"

"If you sign this deal, I'll have no reason to come after anyone else."

"That simple."

"Yes." G realized it was not that simple. This was the Baboescu family from Romania and they wanted his fingerprints, and his dead body laid bare on their front doorstep. The whole deal sounded more like the Comescu family, except this family lived in the United States while delving into their criminal acts.

"Where do I sign this… document?" Alexandru asked, ending with a dark tone.

G pulled the file out of the briefcase, he hoped for the last time, and placed it before his adversary.

"Give me a minute to read this."

"I'll give you two minutes." He relaxed in his chair, knowing he had twisted his enemy's arm into signing the legal document.

"Everything looks above board." Alexandru grasped the pen which G had given him and started to sign the document.

"Alex, you sure?" Bogdan asked.

"Certain." He finished signing the document and passed the pen and paper back to G.

G rolled the pen off the document without touching it. He placed the document into the folder and laid it in his brief case. With a partially gloved hand, G picked up the pen and situated it in its carrying case inside the briefcase. He removed the glove and closed his briefcase. "Gentlemen," G said, standing and grasping his briefcase, "the pleasure was all mine." He smirked knowing he had gathered more than a signature.

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