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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.

No Prisoners

Chapter 20

G terminated his cell phone conversation with Hetty and turned to his partner. "This is not exactly how I imagined spending the last hours of my life."

"What, the glass is half empty?"

"And for you it's half full." He released a long sigh.

"Look at it this way, they signed that document."

"Alexandru signed the document and the rest can do as they please."

"They'll all come after you."

"Great." G checked his weapons again, making certain they were loaded and ready.

"That's three times."

"And your point is."

"I think they're ready for action," Sam said. "Kensi and Deeks are in position."

"And you believe they're coming here, to my house."

"I'll bank on it."

"You know you missed your opportunity."

Sam glanced at him sideways.

"The fountain." G had noticed it in the corner: Perfect size and type for the payback he owed his partner.

"Don't worry about it," he said, "there's a guy delivering three fountains to my house some time this week." Sam smirked.

G chuckled.

A car backfired and Sam and G grabbed their assault rifles and hit the floor.

"And I thought I was a little edgy," G said, facing his partner who laid next to him on the hardwood floor.

"Trying to protect your ass is a hair raising job."

"What hair?" G chuckled. "You think they'll wait until tonight."

"Nope," Sam said, "guess you never heard of the saying, strike while the iron is hot."

"That's a little cliche even for you." G remembered the bargaining table and his adversary's bulging veins in his neck and hands. "I must admit though I pissed off Alexandru."

"A little?"

"Okay, the guy's going kill me and that's all he's going to think about until—" A bullet whizzed past him within inches of his head. "Incoming!" G aimed his assault rifle in the direction of the shot fired and released several rounds. "There goes my front window again."

"A job for Hetty." Sam joined his partner, firing off more rounds in the same direction.

G's cell phone buzzed in his jacket pocket. A text message informed him about the enemy's number and how many had been erased. "Deeks says he nailed Bogdan in the backyard."

"One down and many more to go."

"Kensi wounded Sorina and she's still alive."

"I hope not for long," Sam said, "we take no prisoners." He fired off more bullets.

"Kensi reported her death."

"Good, and Alexandru?"

"Right here you bastard!" He stood over G's prone form, a gun aimed at his head.

Sam trained his gun on Alexandru's head. "You shoot and I shoot."

"You've got to ask yourself one question," he said with a thick Romanian accent.

"Who's faster."

G twisted hard to the right, catching Alexandru off guard. His adversary tumbled to hardwood floor, his weapon firing off two rounds. "Crap!" G grabbed his left side and panted. "Bastard." He pulled out his SIG-Sauer P229 and fired off two rounds at his enemy's chest.

Alexandru dodged one of the rounds by tumbling toward his assailant. The other hit him in the left shoulder. "I'll kill you." He grabbed the muzzle on G's weapon, pulling the man toward him.

Wounded and panting from the searing pain in his left side, G released his hold on the weapon and pounced on his adversary, punching Alexandru in the left shoulder where the bullet had pierced and broken the skin.

Alexandru wailed and screamed at G. "You're a deadman!" He turned the weapon on his assailant and cocked the trigger.

"No one touches my son like that!" George Callen fired off two bullets, one hitting the man in the right shoulder and the second one missing him. It zinged past him, ending up in a wall on the far side of the living room.

G grabbed his assault rifle and aimed it at Alexandru. "Drop the weapon."

"Go screw yourself."

"It's you who's screwed if I fire this weapon at close range."

Alexandru opened his jacket, exposing a strange contraption attached to his chest. "No, it's you who's screwed, all of you."

"What the hell is that?" G asked.

"The experimental weapon," George said, "he's replicated another one. I was mistaken and thought the rest had been dismantled."

"Thanks to Agent G Callen's partial print we lifted off the table at the restaurant, we purchased enough materials to manufacture two more weapons."

"Botulinum?" Sam asked.

"It's enough to kill everyone in Studio City and then some."

"I acquired your fingerprints too."

Alexandru's jaw dropped. "Impossible, you're lying."

"Are you certain?"

"How?"

"The pen you used to sign the document."

"Bastard."

"That I am." G held up his cell phone and showed the prints to his adversary. "You release that toxin and I'll press this button."

"So."

"Your prints go viral in Romania."

"What the hell?"

"Everyone who dealt with your family in Romania starts hunting them down and killing them off."

"You're a liar."

"Don't believe me, release the toxin and discover the genocide of your extended family," G said. "I take it you've been inoculated against the toxin."

"But of course."

"Your choice, and I suggest you choose wisely." G held his thumb over the button, waiting for his adversary's answer.

"And you?" Alexandru asked.

"What do you think?" He remembered back to the time Sam injected him with the antidote, talk about wanting to kill someone. G hated needles and that one saved his life.

Alexandru dropped G's weapon and kneeled on the hardwood floor, giving up on his assault.

George and Sam disarmed their adversary and the biological weapon strapped to the man's chest. Sam handcuffed Alexandru. G climbed to his feet and took his weapon from his father's hand.

"Come on, G, don't do this."

"Remember what we decided on this ops, no prisoners," he said, pointing his SIG-Sauer P229 at Alexandru's head. "You know he'll just start this all over again."

"He's arrested and—"

G whirled around and faced his partner. "No!" He turned back to his adversary and flashed back to Serghei raping him. "You don't understand and I do."

Sam came along side his partner and lowered his voice. "You told me what happened."

"And it haunts me."

"It's over G."

"Not for me, it'll never be over." He cocked the trigger on his weapon and pointed the muzzle at the back of Alexandru's head. "No prisoners."

"He's under arrest and—"

G fired off two rounds, hitting Alexandru in the back of the head twice. The man fell face first on the hardwood floor. G replaced the safety on his weapon and handed it to his partner. "Arrest me if you want," he said, walking to the bathroom. In the mirror, G raised his shirt and examined the two places where he had been shot. Only one of them looked deep enough to need attention. The bullet had grazed the skin on the other wound, leaving a bright red, raised welt. At least both bullets missed the first bullet wound.

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