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Title: Trojka
Rating: M
WARNINGS: Slash: G/Sam; Squick: M-preg G Callen; Whump: G Callen.
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.
Enceinte
Chapter 2
G and Sam entered NCIS Headquarters well after noon heading straight for the bullpen. Before they settled into their chairs to catch up on paperwork, Hetty motioned them over to her office with a curled finger. G sighed. He was not in the mood for even the slightest questioning which his supervisor no doubt would start. G plodded over to her desk with Sam following him. Together they stood before her, Sam's arm wrapped around his husband's waist, G leaning into his lover's support.
"Gentlemen, you are late, over three hours late."
"Doctor's appointment," G said keeping it short and sweet. Well, not sweet and he realized it after he spoke the words, they came out abrupt and curt.
"Are you okay, Mr. Callen?"
Was he okay? "Fine." Short and sweet and more curt. G knew that his abrupt responses delved him deeper into his operations manager's dark waters.
Hetty glanced at her lead agent sideways. "Good, upstairs, a new case awaits, Ms. Blye and Mr. Deeks were briefed on the case and are at the scene."
He detected an odd tonal quality in her voice. "Is there a problem?"
"No." Hetty lowered her eyes to the desktop.
"I know that look and that tone and—"
"Mr. Callen, there's a problem and it's not with me."
"What's that supposed to mean?" He huffed out his disgust and turned to leave.
"Keep me apprised of the situation."
G and Sam climbed the stairs to the OPS Center.
"Damn it, Sam, she knows," he said entering the secure room. "She always knows."
"Yes." They stepped in front of the light table, leaned against it, and crossed their arms. "Eric, what do you have for us?"
"An interesting, albeit, decidedly familiar—"
"I don't want to hear your commentary, just tell us about the case, Eric," G said.
"Easy, sweetheart," Sam whispered to him.
"Don't sweetheart me, I'm not in the mood."
"Are we starting that again?"
"I guess so, I mean yes, and you know it comes with the territory."
"Yes, it does." Sam winked at him.
Eric and Nell exchanged glances at one another.
"Eric!" G raised his voice.
He posted the intel on the high definition video screen. "This came into us earlier this morning."
G's jaw dropped. Not again. A breach of the same facility which occurred six years ago. The case that changed his whole life and his partner's life too. Yet this was different. A new experimental weapon developed over the past six years and more powerful than the first one had disappeared from the shelves of the government laboratory. He listened and watched and waited for his partner's comment. When none was forthcoming, G decided to be the first one to speak. He faced Sam and studied him for a few moments before venturing to say something. "You okay?" It was not the words he thought he would say at the moment. But the mien on his partner's face necessitated those two words.
"We need to talk to Hetty, now." Sam turned and left the OPS Center.
When they reached the landing, G stopped and grasped his partner's arm. "Wait a minute."
"No, she needs to know."
"Can't I be the one to decide when that should be?"
"Not this time." Sam pulled away from his partner and rushed down the stairs and over to Hetty's desk.
G hurried over to his partner's side. "Let me do this."
"No."
"Damn you."
"Gentlemen?" She kept her eyes on the computer screen before her.
G sighed and eyed his partner, giving him permission to speak with Hetty.
"G is pregnant," Sam said without the normal amount of feeling he showed earlier in the day. "And I believe it is related to this current case."
Hetty glanced up from her laptop with her jaw slacked open. "How so?"
"There was a mix up with the regular medication which G takes to prevent pregnancy."
"What kind of mix up, Mr. Hanna?"
Sam swallowed hard. The reality of this case smacked him in the face. "G was given a fertility inducing drug."
"And this started—"
"At least a month ago, Hetty, that's when I got the next thirty day supply."
"This is not good, gentlemen," she said. "What did the doctor say about the mix up?"
"He thinks my manhood and the drug will cancel each other out," G said. "After listening to our new case, I'm not so sure that is true. Crap. What if… I don't even want to go there."
"We need to go there, G," Sam said. "We can't pretend this wasn't done to you on purpose."
"Shit!" G turned and sprinted across the room toward the entrance doors.
Sam rushed after him.
Hetty stared after them both with her mouth agape.
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G stared at the wall opposite the entrance doors to NCIS Headquarters unmoving with his arms crossed and tears streaming down his face. Numerous conflicting thoughts rose up from deep within him. He wanted this and yet he loathed being used as an experiment again, and it terrified him to think that something untoward could happen with this pregnancy as it happened with the first one.
Sam stepped beside his husband and partner. "I'm here if you want to talk," he said. "I love you." He slipped an arm around G's waist and drew him into his side. "I promise we're in this together. You have my utmost support."
"I need you to take me home and hold me." G fell into his husband's arms and buried his face against the man's chest.
"I'll tell Hetty and then—"
"No!" He jerked away and climbed into the Challenger.
Sam settled into the driver's seat and grasped G's hand. "Sorry." He started the engine and backed down the driveway.
G drew in a deep breath. "I'm unnerved." He buckled his seatbelt and tightened the grip on his husband's hand. "I need a distraction."
"I suggest the case then even though there are reminders of your current plight."
"And we might gain some insight," G said. "You are right, let's go."
Sam drove toward the same government facility they had investigated six years ago.
G remained silent during their short drive to the facility. Inside though was a different reality altogether. His thoughts looped into a continuous replay of the events from six years ago. By the time they reached the government facility, G felt as if he were a carelessly rigged bomb ready to explode.
"G?"
He startled hard and faced his partner.
"You okay?" G answered his partner by opening the passenger door and stepping out of the Challenger. Sam rushed around to the passenger door and closed it for his partner. He pressed G into the side of the car. "I need to know if you are okay."
"Release me."
"No, talk to me."
"Stop this!" G ducked under his partner's arms and strode toward the facility's entrance. Sam followed his partner into the building. Once inside the building, G hiked toward the furtherest laboratory and opened every cupboard door searching for answers to his questions not the case's unanswered questions. He needed solutions more than Hetty or the team did. The same cupboards as before held a different set of bottles. While G studied their contents, he donned a pair of black nitrile gloves. He removed one bottle from the cupboard and opened it.
"G, stop, you don't know what—"
"I'm wearing gloves."
"We don't know what's in those bottles and—"
"I don't care." He faced the countertop behind him and shook out several tablets. His jaw dropped. The same pills which had filled his prescription bottle from a month ago. Damn it. The government, no his government had fucked with his body again introducing a new experimental drug to muck up the works. G grabbed the pills and tossed them into a smaller container and covered them, and deposited them into a pocket in his leather jacket.
"What are you going to do with the evidence?"
"Shove it into someone's face." G flipped on his heels and left the laboratory. Sam followed his partner into the computer control room. G stood along side his team not saying a word. Kensi and Deeks perused the contents of the hard drive on a computer.
"I can't see where this fits into the case," Kensi said.
"Move aside and let me take a look," G said, laying his hand on the chair's back where Kensi sat.
"Sure." She relinquished the chair to her lead agent.
He settled down in the chair and searched for a file related to multiple gestation. They were the first two words which popped into his mind the moment he sat down. Instead, he found a series of files entitled, Enceinte MG_MPREG. He opened all the files and perused them one by one. G removed a secure flash drive from his black leather jacket pocket and inserted into the computer's keyboard and copied the files onto it. He called Eric and told him to access all the computers in the room starting with the one where he sat. Afterward, G strode toward the exit doors.
"G!" Sam followed his partner to the doors.
"I'm through with this part of the investigation," he said. "I want access to the other facility this time. Let's go."
"Just like that."
"Like what?"
"You fly into this building, get what you need, and fly out of here as if the building is on fire."
"What?" G faced his partner and shot him a look of disgust and a 'don't cross me again' look. "What are you talking about?"
The second look meant trouble for them both if G was not confronted. "You are not talking to me again."
"Sorry, got a lot on my mind."
"I can tell."
G stared at his partner's brown leather jacket and then flipped on his heels and left the facility. Sam's jaw dropped and followed his partner out to the Challenger. G pulled out his cell phone again and autodialed his technician. "Eric, I need the address to the second facility."
"What second facility?"
"The one which also had a break-in."
"Callen, as far as I know this is the only—"
"Don't lie to me, I'm not stupid, stop this crap!"
"G," Sam whispered as he came along side his partner. "Give me the cell phone."
"No." Tears welled up in his cerulean blue eyes. He wiped them away with a forefinger and thumb. "Come on, Eric, the facility that was busted into six years ago."
"As far as I know—"
"Get the intel and send it to my phone." G closed his cell phone and faced away from his partner.
"What was that about?"
"Nothing." Crap, I'm losing it big time. This is not good.
"That wasn't nothing, G, come on, talk to me." Sam stood behind his partner, wrapped his arms around his waist, and drew the younger man into his body.
"I… just release me… don't do this here."
"You are trembling, sweetheart, what's going on?"
"Don't know." G's cell phone buzzed and he glanced at the caller ID. Crap. Hetty.
"You going to answer that?"
He placed the phone in a jacket pocket and jerked away from his partner. G opened the passenger door and sat down in the seat. Sam crossed over to the driver's side and settled into his seat.
"You going to talk to me."
"I can't." G secured his seatbelt and glanced out the windshield. I cannot talk to him about this because he will think I am going crazy. I think I am going crazy. Hetty probably thinks I am going crazy.
Sam drove toward NCIS Headquarters.
"Take me home."
"We need to bring the evidence back to—"
"I'm not taking this evidence back to headquarters."
"What?"
"I obtained it for myself."
"And the flash drive?"
"Yes."
"If Hetty discovers you withholding evidence—"
"Don't care! Shut up!"
Sam pulled off to the side of the road and parked the Challenger. "What in the hell has gotten into you?" He removed his seatbelt and faced his partner and husband.
G crossed his arms and huffed out his indignation over being questioned about the case. "Nothing."
"Bull shit!"
"I'm not in the mood for a hissing contest."
"A what?"
"Take me home." G sighed extra loud.
"Whatever is—"
"Stop this!"
"Come on, G, stop escalating this."
"Escalating? I've yet to escalate!" He removed his seatbelt and opened the door and climbed out of the vehicle.
"What the hell are you doing?" Before Sam finished his sentence he exited the Challenger and hurried over to his partner's side. "Talk to me." He watched his partner face while he stared at the car's hood.
"I can't because, I just can't."
Sam closed the gap between them, standing inches from his partner. "You can tell me anything."
G sighed and crossed his arms. "Not this."
"What happened with Eric?"
"Crap, do you need to zero in on the problem?" He huffed.
"It's as if you were some place else."
I was some place else. I was in that hospital room. I was… damn it….
"G." Sam wrapped an arm around his husband's shoulders and whispered to him. "Maybe you need to speak with a professional."
"As in a shrink, is that what you mean, cause I'm not certifiable, if that's what you think, damn it." Tears welled up in his eyes. "I feel as if I'm going to lose it and I don't know why."
"When did this start, sweetheart?"
"This afternoon when we watched the video in the OPS Center."
"Let's go back to headquarters."
"No, just take me home."
"Hetty will be—"
"Don't care."
Sam directed his partner back to the passenger door and settled him inside the Challenger. "Home it is." While G buckled his seatbelt Sam climbed into the driver's side and glanced over at his partner. "You okay?"
"Better now that we're going home."
Sam pulled into the circular driveway and stopped the car. "I need to take care of some stuff at headquarters."
"You are leaving me here alone?"
"The kids will be home from school and daycare soon."
G unbuckled his seatbelt and stared at the dashboard. "You just don't understand." He climbed out of the car and trudged toward the front door.
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