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Title: Troika

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.

Guinea Pig

Chapter 8

G climbed into the wheelchair beside the bed and entered the closet to get dressed. Sam promised him a day at the mall finding maternity clothes. Nothing he had fit and the Bella Band was his only rescue at the moment. In a little over three weeks, G gained thirty pounds. He realized it was bone structure as well as fat, but it was ridiculous. He stared at the contents of their huge walk-in closet and sighed again. Nothing to wear. Well, except one item, his bra. Sam rubbed it in every chance he got, 48 DD and tight right now. G wondered if showing up to the mall naked and pregnant would get him the new wardrobe he desperately needed.

"Aw, sleeping beauty has awakened and—"

"Is in a foul mood so don't push it."

"If you want to go anywhere, I'll need to push." Sam leaned over and sucked on his husband's earlobe.

"I've got nothing, and I do mean nothing to wear." He wheeled himself further into the closet with Sam close behind him. "See, nothing."

"I solved the problem."

"What? How?"

"I had a pair of my jeans altered to fit your length." He pulled out the jeans and laid them on his husband's lap. "And one of my not-so-love colored t-shirts."

"All your hand-me-downs." The corners of G's mouth drew downward.

"Boy, you are in a foul mood today." He pushed the wheelchair back into the bedroom grabbing the Bella Band as he exited the closet. "Think you can dress on you own today?"

"I'm going to try."

"You don't look as pale as last week."

G pulled off his nightshirt and laid it on the bed. "Damn it, look at the colostrum."

"That stuff is everywhere."

"Everywhere I don't want it." He stood and sat on the bed, drawing on his jeans. G stood again to pull them up to his waist. When he reached down to zip them up, G failed to find the zipper. "This is… ridiculous… my abdomen sticks out so much I can't see anything." He finally grabbed the pull tab and attempted to zip up the jeans. The zipper stopped halfway up his pants.

Sam came over and saw the problem. "Bella Band."

"What?"

"Sorry, you are not getting those past that huge abdomen."

"It's never been this big at this stage in the game."

"And you've never had triplets before."

"True." He sighed and stared at his protruding abdomen. Sam tossed his partner the Bella Band and G drew it over his head, placing it over his belly and the top of his jeans. Next, G grabbed Sam's hand-me-down shirt. At least it was in one of favorite colors, deep blue. He pulled it over his head and smoothed it down over his bra and torso. G climbed into the wheelchair again and maneuvered himself into the bathroom. He stood and studied his very pregnant body in the bathroom mirror. "Absurd."

Sam stepped behind him and drew his husband back into his body. "Damn, that belly is huge." He smoothed his hand over the top and down the front. "Almost as if it could be a ski jump."

"For a troll doll." G chuckled.

"Funny guy," he said. "Need help with your shoes?"

"I'm afraid so." He settled down on the wheelchair again and allowed his partner to finish dressing him.

"Okay, time to scour the malls and find you a new wardrobe."

"Quick before I have a wardrobe malfunction in an embarrassing location."

Sam chuckled. "You are in rare form this afternoon."

"Glad we have this wheelchair or I wouldn't be able to shop until you drop."

He grinned wide and pushed his husband toward the Challenger in the garage.

"I hope you altered the seat as I suggested."

"It was finished by the body shop yesterday." Sam brought him up parallel with the car and opened the door.

G climbed into the passenger seat. "Spacious." He glanced over his left shoulder and saw the backseat was gone. G buckled his seatbelt and noticed the extender on it. He sighed with relief. Last time in the Challenger was a literal nightmare trying to get the seatbelt connected. This was a breeze.

Sam opened the trunk, folded the wheelchair, and placed it inside. Afterward he climbed into the driver's side and buckled up his seatbelt. "Does this meet with your approval?"

"More than meets with my approval and provides for future growth in my girth."

"That was my plan." Sam reached his right hand over and grasped his husband's left hand. "Have I told you today that I love you?"

"Nope, and I love hearing you say it," G said. "I love you too." He drew his husband's hand up to his face and kissed the back of it.

Sam backed out of the garage and down the driveway into the circular portion of it. Before he reached the street he did a double take out his rearview mirror. He gunned the engine and sped back into the garage.

"What in the—"

"Get down and stay down," he said, throwing his partner the cell phone. "Call Hetty and tell her we're under fire at home and pinned down and that dark blue van from six years ago is—"

The back window shattered glass splattering over the where the back seat had been. G released his seatbelt and ducked down as far as he could. Sam faced the back window with his weapon drawn ready to protect his husband at all costs. Now he wished they were at the old house with the circular driveway which was easy to escape and get away from the house. More shots rang out hitting a side window closest to his husband shattering it.

"I sent out an agent in distress call to NCIS Headquarters and Hetty," G said, keeping to the floorboard in front.

"Whatever happens don't move from your position," Sam said, opening his door.

"I don't like the sound of this."

"Don't argue with me."

"Don't get shot."

"Don't jinx me."

"I'm not," G said shuddering when he heard the dead silence which followed the second window being shattered. "What are they waiting for?" He asked lowering his voice.

The passenger door opened and G held his breath. Cold metal stabbed him in the back. "Back out of the car, nice and easy."

G mouthed to his husband not to try anything. He obeyed the faceless voice which had pointed the gun at his spine. Although, it was not an easy task in his compromised state with the pregnancy, he managed to back out of the door. A black hood covered his head, plunging G into complete darkness. He lost his balance and stumbled before strong, callused hands caught him dragging him backwards into a familiar smelling vehicle. It had been years since he smelled that sickeningly sweet odor. Within minutes G was lulled into a drugged sleep.

NCIS:LA NCIS:LA NCIS:LA

G drifted closer to an awakened state of mind. He noticed a stark difference in the temperature around him. A mental and physical assessment of his situation informed him why the air around him felt ice cold. G laid face up, stark ass naked on a stainless steel gurney with apparatus similar to the stirrups found on pelvic exam tables. Restraints held his legs apart and his feet were secured to metal foot rests. Hard restraints secured his arms at his sides and the area above his ample breasts to the frigid stainless steel gurney. He tested the restraints and discovered he could not move, not even one inch. G shuddered half in fear and half with coldness the longer he laid on the steel gurney. He attempted to lift his head and found it too was secured in the same manner as the rest of his body. The room beyond the gurney was covered in complete blackness, nothing visible past the restraints on his body.

"Aw, my dear Mr. Callen."

The disembodied voice spoke from behind him somewhere in the distance. At least the voice appeared to be faraway.

"I finally have the pleasure of your company on my exam table during this pregnancy."

G cringed when he heard the snap of a glove as it was fitted onto a hand. The disembodied voice loomed closer.

"You must wonder why I would approve of guns being fired at you and your partner."

He decided not to give his captor any satisfaction. He refused to answer him. G felt the man's breath on his forehead yet failed to see him.

"I wanted to make sure there would be no resistance on your part," the man said. "And you proved me right. You did not resist me. You came willingly and I applaud you for your cooperation."

G wanted to scream at the man to not hurt his babies. Instead, he held his tongue and played it as cool as possible.

"We will get started soon after the blood results are complete."

Started with what? G wondered, but again he refused to speak.

"You may ask me whatever you wish," the man said now standing at his captive's side. "You see, I made you this way. You are my experiment, my guinea pig, and I can take it all away at any time."

Tears formed in his cerulean blue eyes.

"You see, Mr. Callen, they are my babies not yours."

G clamped down on his tongue to keep himself from speaking one word to this sick bastard and his disgusting words. He felt a rush of cool air close to his body and heard paper being passed from one person's hands into someone else's hands. Still his eyesight failed to bring anybody into a clear view.

"The test results are complete and now I have all that I need to determine your gestation and delivery date."

The silence that followed that announcement by his unknown captor made G's stomach crawl with anticipation. Every time these doctors, no, researchers had performed an amniocentesis before this, they had knocked him out and he was unaware of the procedure. G worked on controlling his breathing and his anxiety level as he listened to equipment being set on steel tables close by his head. At least he hoped an amniocentesis was their plan. Although that alone failed to explain why he was stripped naked and strapped to the stainless steel gurney as an animal would be before they cut it open. He flashed back to his pregnancy with Baby Benjamin. More tears formed in his eyes. His feelings and emotions proved impossible to control at this point in time. G was too close to losing it, to lashing out, and to screaming at them. Again, he clamped down on his tongue which had now become sore from holding it between his teeth.

When a hand holding a foreign looking device came over the top of his abdomen, G shuddered hard.

"Time to discover my experiment's gestation and delivery date," the disembodied voice said, plunging the device into his patient's abdomen.

Agonizing pain ripped through his body and threatened to end his consciousness. G shrieked and clenched his fists and jaw. He fought to stay present, a losing battle. This was no amniocentesis at least not like any type he had read about. He wondered whether the other so-called procedures to determine gestation and delivery date had been amniocenteses. G shrieked again as the needle was removed from his abdomen. His eyes rolled back in his sockets and he passed out.

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