Last man standing Chapter 3, a ncis: los angeles fanfic

I don't own any of the recognizable characters, they all belong to Shane Brennan.

Thank you, ClaudiaRain, for beta-reading.

Chapter 3

Thursday 18th

A nurse entered room 514. ''Doctor Nemec,'' she greeted, surprised at the man in the visitor's chair.

''Ah, good morning, Carin,'' he stopped writing.

''I'm just here to take his temperature,'' she said.

''How is he?'' the nurse asked gesturing to the patient.

''He's sleeping. He hasn't woken up since I got here at 3 in the morning. Stats are good, just the concussion was severe. The incisions look fine, too. We'll do an X-ray check tomorrow,'' Antony Nemec replied tiredly.

''Go home, you had a long shift, you should rest,'' nurse Carin suggested.

''We don't know his name, anything. And he probably isn't John Doe, more like Pepa Novák,'' Antony sighed.

The nurse didn't understand. ''Who?''

''A Czech John Doe, he was shouting in Czech so we assume that he might be a Czech,'' Antony explained.

''Though... of course... I must have been sleeping that I didn't notice it,'' Antony muttered disjointedly. ''He speaks Czech, quite well, sure, but he's most definitely not a native speaker. We are back at the beginning with our Mr. Flash drive.'' This time Antony didn't clarify the nickname.

''You still should go home,'' nurse Carin smiled at him.

''I'm just writing reports. I can just as well do it here. He didn't react to English, maybe he doesn't understand and I'm the only one who speaks Czech here.''

Carin smiled at him again, Doctor Nemec was really dedicated to his job. ''I'll bring you some tea.''

''Thank you.''

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Soon after the nurse left, the patient woke up. ''Was ist denn los? Wo sind wir? Ich muss weg. Es ist gefährlich...''

'German. For a change,' Antony thought. He understood German quite well but didn't want to risk using the language actively. He tried English again. 'Mr. Flash drive seems to be more alert this time, maybe he'll understand,' he thought.

''You are in a hospital. Do you understand me?''

The patient heard everything like a long lasting echo in a slow-motion scene. ''Yes, hospital,'' he managed to say.

''You are safe, there's nothing dangerous,'' Antony reacted to the patient's speech in German, when he claimed that something was dangerous. ''Everything is alright,'' he reassured the patient.

''It is?'' the patient asked confused.

''What do you think is not alright?'' Antony tried carefully.

''I... I don't know.''

''Never mind. Are you from Germany or the Czech Republic?''

''You think? I, no, … I don't know.''

Antony saw that Mr. Flash drive was so tired that he even wasn't alarmed by the fact that he didn't remember anything. ''I'll let you rest, just... What's your name?''

''My name?'' the patient almost whispered and fell asleep.

Antony thought for a while and dialed a number afterwards. ''Security, come to the room 514, please.''

''Yes, doctor, what do you need?'' asked an older man in a uniform when he appeared a few minutes later in the room.

''I think you should guard this patient.''

''What happened? Why?''

''He was found stabbed and beaten at the docks. He didn't have anything with him. And I mean it literally. Apart from a flash drive. He speaks Czech, German and English, so far I know. And he doesn't remember anything, not even his own name,'' Antony summed up.

Then he continued quietly to himself: ''I mean he has a severe head injury but there's also a slim possibility that he pretends the loss of memory. These cases are always tricky... No, he's not pretending, he's very confused. When he's awake he's scared of something. He asks where he is all the time and repeats that something is dangerous.''

''Umm, complicated story. I can spare a guard,'' the security chief decided.

''And we should probably contact the police and report the case. I wonder why they haven't been here already. Though it's possible that nobody knows about it. We can't wait 'til he remembers what happened. The police need to search for the traces now, or whatever they do,'' Antony said.

The security guard smiled knowingly: ''You think he may take off before the police question him.'' ''No, I really don't think he's gonna run away with two broken legs,'' Antony sarcastically replied.

''It's for his own good as I see it, somebody attacked him, we can assume, he's worried about his own safety and he's in no condition to defend himself,'' Antony continued in a more peaceful tone.

''You've clearly spent some time with him. Any suggestion who he is? Just to pass it on to the police, you know,'' the security guard took interest in the unknown patient.

''No, I just think he's either a very good guy or a very bad guy. All those gunshot wounds, fractures and other wounds – this can't be a coincidence. So he may be a dangerous criminal or someone from law enforcement...''

Prague had always been special for him. Sure, he was always here on business but once, once he met a wonderful girl here. It was many years ago. She was young, intelligent, funny, adventurous, full of life. Even though he was taught not to, he fell in love with her. However, their relationship was short lived. He had to return home and she stayed in Prague.

a few months ago

He certainly had some flaws, but also many skills. One of them was the ability to find pieces of information he needed. He knew whom to ask, where to ask. So he found his long lost love, Alžběta, her name was Alžběta. Like Elizabeth, but sweeter, softer. The documents and photos, which were carefully arranged on his table, revealed that she was getting a divorce.

But the big news was something else – she had a son. Even though everyone could see the photos, not many people could guess who the boy's father was. He could, he did the math, he compared the birth certificate, his own memories and dates of his stay in Prague. And he was able to obtain unnoticed a sample of the boy's DNA. Now he was sure, it was his son. Pavel. - So similar... When he was dating her, he was Paul, just for her.

He had decided. He knocked on her door. ''Ahoj, Alžběto.''

She recognized him immediately. ''Paul, what are you doing here? After so many years... What do you want? How can you just come here? How dare you?'' she asked incredulously.

''I want to meet my son,'' he simply announced.

It was a good decision. He met his son. He talked to him. He showed him how to shoot, how to fish, how to run effectively, how to box and fight, how to hide things in unexpected places, how to escape, how to not tell the truth. He taught him everything he knew.

He didn't reconcile his relationship with Alžběta, although he could feel that both of them wanted to. He had a task, a mission to complete and he couldn't allow himself any distractions.

Tuesday 16th

Gracian Comescu was sitting at the table in his house in Prague. He checked his gun for the fourth time. Alone. He was absolutely alone but he was still as determined to kill Callen as he was two hours ago, when he still thought he could rely on his co-workers. He knew Callen would come. In this regard the agent was predictable. He would never want to endanger his friends' lives.

Callen quickly walked through the city. He avoided places with the most tourists. He didn't need a city plan, Comescu's house was like a magnet for him. He approached the house, knocked on the door and took the gun out of his pocket.

''Comescu, we haven't had the pleasure of meeting personally before, I suppose, given that you are still alive,'' Callen greeted through the closed door.

Comescu opened the door, gestured with his gun and invited Callen inside.''I'm so pleased to meet you.''

''Welcome to Prague and welcome to our family center,'' Comescu announced confidently. Perhaps more confidently than he really felt.

''What do you want, Comescu? Don't you dare involve S.. my partner or his family into this. He has nothing to do with it,'' Callen hissed.

''You are mistaken, he has something to do with it,'' Comescu watched with satisfaction how Callen was boiling with inner anger.

''Oh, forgive me, he had something to do with it. Your partner served as an invitation to Prague. I don't care for him anymore,'' Comescu stated icily.

Maybe it wasn't wise to tell Callen this so early but he didn't want to waste any time. Really, Comescu had absolutely no interest in Callen's co-worker. He even didn't know his name. He just bought that photo because they said it was a perfect tool that would make Callen do what anyone wanted. Sam had fulfilled his task.

Now, the Romanian had a gun and Callen - his greatest enemy - was standing in front of him. Comescu saw flashbacks of his relatives shot to death in the beachhouse in Romania. Callen quickly realized that Sam was in no real danger. He, on the other hand, was trapped in the house with Comescu, who was pointing a gun at him.

Callen mirrored Comescu's moves and pointed a gun at him. He saw flashbacks, too. He saw his mother, who had been murdered on the beach in Romania.

Two gunshots rang out.