The Bad Guys Never Forget & Never Forgive
Chapter 6
a/n: this is a pivotal chapter and could have gone sooo many ways, I really struggled with how to present it...its written a little unusual, so I hope it's not hard to follow...it's one of those flash forward, then previous action type scenes ...PLUS, I'm doing the same scene from multiple character POV's...and that tends to play out so much better on the screen than in written form...but we'll see how it goes...
...NCIS LA...
"Just remember, every cut, every scream, every way I can make him suffer...it's for you: to remind you what happens to those who defy me, betray my trust," Harkins whispered menacingly into the detective's ear, before straightening on his haunches and running a gentle hand through Deeks hair as he continued, "I really liked you...you had such potential, such promise; I never had a brother, but you, you I saw as someone I could trust, confide in...shame really..."
"Then take me...I'm the one who betrayed you; not him," Deeks gasped out from his prone position on the pavement, the blood pouring from his shoulder wound mixing with the gently falling rain.
Harkins looked down at the injured and bleeding man, his hand tightening in Deeks hair and pulling the man up to within inches of his face, "And pass up the fortuitous gift laid out before me...you see that's the difference between me and others...I can change, make due—even improve as the situation presents new opportunities: and this...this is just too good to pass up, detective."
"Why..." was all Deeks managed to get out.
"The key to making someone suffer is to know what causes them the most pain," Harkins answered.
Harkins then straightened from his stooped position and cast his eyes to several of his people holding a violently struggling Callen, saying, "Put him in the chopper, we're leaving now..."
"No," Deeks protested loudly, attempting to push himself up from the pavement only for Harkins to turn and in one fluid motion kick the already injured man in the temple: dropping the detective like a rock back to the pavement.
"Deeks...Deeks," Callen shouted in fear at seeing his injured and prone team mate unconscious and bleeding out, fighting the hands that held him all the more fiercely, "you son of a bitch..." he spat as Harkins approached him.
...NCIS LA...
OPS...
Twenty-five minutes into the convoy, and routine chatter was heard over the comms as the teams checked in with updates up and down the convey.
"Everything is on schedule and on target," Nell informed the operation's manager, "all the teams in the vehicles and along the route have checked in, and Callen reports an all clear."
"And agent Blye and agent Hanna," Hetty questioned.
"Both report an all clear on either end of the route," Eric replied.
Hetty nodded as her eyes tracked the thermal imaging of the convoy on the ops screen.
"The convoy should reach its destination in approximately seventy-five minutes," Nell reported.
"What the hell," Eric practically shouted, as he straightened in his seat and began typing frantically on his keyboard.
Hetty and Nell exchanged startled looks with one and other before turning their attention to the tech, his uncharacteristic display of anger and cursing setting off warning bells for both women.
"Mr. Beale..." Hetty questioned.
Before Eric could answer, Deeks frantic voice suddenly broke in over the comms, "...what's the status of the convoy...have they all checked in...when was the last time you heard from the stationary checkpoints...Eric what do you see on thermals..."
Masterson turned towards the suddenly frantic detective, "what the hell detective...who's Eric; we're in contact with the rest of the convoy every ten minutes, the stationary units every fifteen..."
"Call them, call them all now..."Deeks demanded of Masterson before demanding through his earwig, "Callen, Callen, be ready...something's up..."
"We've got a problem," Eric said curtly, hand to his ear to activate the comms to the team he said tersely, "guys...you got a bogey coming in hot from the east..."
"East...Eric, that would mean, it's coming from the forest...east is all forested..." Callen cut in, as he eyed the heavily wooded area outside his window, and demanded of the detective, "Deeks, what is it, what's going on...?"
"No, not from the ground...from the air..." Eric interrupted, "it's a helicopter...coming in hard and fast..."
"What the hell," Masterson's voice huffed out over the comms.
That's all the warning Callen got before the world around him exploded in...
...NCIS LA...
In Ops, Hetty and the two tech's watched in horror as the thermal display flared, jumped and began to static and fade in and out.
"Bloody hell..." Hetty intoned tightly.