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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.

Clandestine OPS

Chapter 9

Sam and Hetty kept their voices low outside the obstetrics intensive care suite and discussed the rescue of G from the hands of unknown suspects.

"What should I tell him then?" Sam asked, miffed by his operations manager's attitude. "He's not only my partner, he's my husband. Either way, he's not going to like what just happened."

"I told you, this was organized by the powers that be."

"Could you be less vague?"

"Mr. Hanna, I wish I could be more forthcoming," she said. "In order to keep the identity of person who arranged the OPS protected—"

"What?" His mouth gaped open. "You are protecting someone's identity and my family has just been threatened and thrust into some OPS which no one wants to admit to carrying out."

"I'm afraid so," Hetty said. "My proverbial hands are tied in this scenario."

"This just keeps getting worse by the moment."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hanna."

"Again, what should I tell him?"

"If I know you, you'll think of something."

The only truth I can tell my husband is the truth. He excused himself from his operations manager's presence and entered the suite. Sam climbed into bed, laid on his right side, and drew his husband into him. "I'm here, sweetheart."

"Sam, where's my babies?"

"G?" He rolled his husband over to face him. "There are right here." Sam caressed his partner's abdomen.

Tears welled up in G's eyes. "I thought… he said they were… his."

"Those babies are ours and no one is going to take them from us." He pulled him into a hug and kissed the top of his head.

G reached down and stroked his abdomen feeling for anything which was different from before he was kidnapped. "How did you find me?"

Sam released a loud pent up breath. "I didn't."

"What?" He pulled away from his husband and sat up in the hospital bed.

"I had nothing to do with your rescue nor the OPS."

"Clandestine?"

"Yes."

"Someone knows and I'm going to find out who." G ripped the covers off his body and slid his legs over the opposite side of the bed.

"You can't do that."

He glanced over his right shoulder. "Watch me."

"You are on mandatory bed rest until the Dr. Daniels releases you from the hospital."

"Why?"

"I think you know why." Sam sat up in bed, wrapped both arms around his husband's waist and drew backward into his lap. "He's worried about the welfare of your… our babies, and I agree with him 100 percent."

G sighed and relaxed in his husband's lap. "And you'll help me find out who did this?"

"Which part?"

"The whole thing," he said. "I remember that guy's voice from before and the disembodied voice and I want to know who pulled off this—"

"Hetty's protecting whomever pulled off this clandestine OPS to rescue you from the clutches of those men."

G scrutinized his husband's cognac brown eyes. "Why?"

"She won't tell me."

"And those men, I suppose their IDs are off limits too?"

"She didn't say so."

"Then you'll help me?"

"Yes, whatever it takes, we'll discover who those men were and what they were trying to do to you."

"It was a warehouse wasn't it, I remember that much, and of course that frigid steel gurney."

"I wasn't informed about the OPS to rescue you."

"You are saying you never saw where they held me." He kept his eyes on his husband's face and eyes.

"I attempted to follow you and was summarily accosted by the LAPD."

"Accosted by the LAPD," he said, "that doesn't make sense."

"It does if someone else arranged the whole scenario."

"I think I know what you are telling me and it freaks me out even thinking about it."

"And I hope it angers you."

"I'm past livid, Sam, someone arranged to allow those… monsters… to kidnap me," G said cringing and caressing his abdomen. "Someone tipped them off as to where to find me."

"I concur."

"Director Vance," G whispered.

"What?" Sam glanced at his husband sideways.

"He tipped them off."

"Why are you saying that?"

"He doesn't care about these babies and he'd rather not have us been in a relationship."

"I don't think that is true."

"I do."

Sam stroked G's face. "Don't get overly paranoid about—"

"Overly paranoid?" He made a face at him. "Whoever did this, didn't care one iota about my welfare or the welfare of my unborn children."

"He made sure our family is well cared for and—"

"Maybe he did that to take our eyes off the prize."

"Paranoid."

"You are not listening to me."

"I'm listening but not to that warped thinking."

G stretched both arms up, wrapped them around his husband's neck, and drew him down into a passionate kiss. "I maybe warped at times but…"

"Sometimes?" Sam kissed him back and grinned at him.

"I'm glad you are smiling." G sighed. "Will you bring me a computer?"

"Hell no, is that what that passionate kiss was about?"

"Why?"

"You need to rest."

"Bed rest, damn, when we get home then, promise me."

"I promise."

G released his husband's neck and rolled to his side curling into a comfortable sleeping position with his head in Sam's lap. "Rub my lower back."

"Sore?"

"Yes."

"First sign of coming closer to a delivery date."

"Better not be because we can't be that close."

Sam reached down and rubbed G's lower back and hips.

G sighed and relaxed into his husband's magical touch. "Feels good," he said. "Could they be early or putting more pressure because there's more?"

"We need to tell the doctor."

"Damn, worries me." He snuggled closer into Sam. "I need to see Baby Benjamin's grave. Is that okay?"

"You don't need to ask me."

"For some reason, I can't stop thinking about the last time something untoward happened in the hospital."

"Are you flashing back?"

"Maybe that's it." As a matter of fact, I know that is it. The kidnapping. That is what made me feel this way. G caressed and patted his abdomen searching again for a bandage or wound or anything different from before the kidnapping. He flashed back to the warehouse and the frigid steel gurney and remembered the last time he was there. Baby Benjamin. G shuddered and cringed.

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G and Sam strode to the top of the grassy knoll and kneeled at their son's grave. Sam wrapped his arm around his husband's shoulders. G fell face down on the grave stone and bawled.

"Sorry, sweetheart." Sam rubbed his husband's shoulders and neck.

"Rub my lower back, it really hurts," he said tears filling his eyes and spilling down onto his cheeks. G eased into Sam's touch. "Even though he said it was okay something feels off."

"Describe off."

"Could be the undue pressure from triplets, but… I feel strange."

"Describe strange."

"Is that the only word you know, describe?" G winked at his husband.

"I know more than that." Sam chuckled and drew his husband onto his lap and rocked him.

"Good because I was beginning to wonder." He gazed up into Sam's eyes. "Strange as in as if I were a woman right now my water would be breaking."

"That is strange," he said. "And is that the only word you know?"

He chuckled. "I told you it was strange." G braced his lower abdomen with both arms. "It's intensifying." He coughed and swiped a hand across his mouth.

"Not good." Sam moved his husband off his lap, stood and leaned over, and scooped him into his arms.

"You don't need to carry me."

"I do need to carry you."

"Why?"

"I prefer not to tell you."

"What?"

Sam settled his husband into the front seat of the Challenger and buckled his seatbelt.

"Now you are starting to worry me."

"Why?"

"You've got that look on your face."

He closed the door and climbed into the driver's seat.

"And you didn't give me a kiss."

Sam grabbed the Kleenex box from center console and passed it over to his husband.

"Why do I need this?" He removed several tissues from the box and pulled down the visor. Blood was smeared across his mouth and jaw. "Shit."

Sam gunned the engine and sped toward the hospital.

G wiped the blood off his hand, mouth, and jaw. "I don't want to know what this means."

"It means I should've listened to you when you first said your back hurt."

"You did and the doctor—"

"I don't care what the doctor told us," Sam said, weaving in and out of traffic and racing toward their destination.

G coughed again and covered his mouth with a tissue. He emptied the Kleenex box of all the tissue and coughed into the empty box.

"G?"

"Shit, just keep driving, faster." He swiped a couple of tissues across his mouth. Bright red blood. Hemorrhage. He knew the signs and was informed of the possibilities due to multiple births and being acutely anemic. And damn it, he still wasn't prepared for it. G pulled out his cell phone and autodialed the emergency department at the hospital. Next he autodialed Dr. Daniel's number. "Now they all know the situation." He set the box aside and eased back into his reclined seat. "Maybe those men did something to me and caused this."

"Dr. Daniels thoroughly examined you and found no distress to you or the babies."

"That leaves only one possibility."

"I know."

"And I don't like it, one damned bit." He wrapped his arms around the bottom of his abdomen.

Sam reached out his hand and stroked his husband's arm.

"Hurry." A tickle in the back of his throat threatened to erupt into another cough. G leaned forward and grabbed the Kleenex box. "Need something bigger, hurry. Pull over."

"I'm not pulling over, almost there."

"I'm going to vomit."

Sam rolled down his husband's window.

"Let it rip."

G leaned out the window and vomited up bright red blood. It splattered down the side of the Challenger painting it with daubs and specks and streaks of crimson red. He pulled his head back inside and swiped the tissue across his mouth.

Sam pulled into the emergency department's driveway and parked close to the door. Not bothering to get a wheelchair, he lifted his husband into his arms and carried him inside.

"I weigh too much for you," G said with slurred speech.

"I don't care."

A nurse directed them toward a room which had been set up to receive them. Sam laid G on the hospital gurney and started to remove his clothes.

"Don't, please don't."

"Lie back and stop resisting me."

"Save them, please save them."

"I will."

G glommed onto Sam's arm and drew him closer. "Promise me this time."

"I promise." Sam leaned over and kissed G's forehead. Afterward he backed away from him and watched the emergency department take care of his husband.

"Mr. Hanna." Dr. Daniels stood in the doorway motioning him over. "We'll need your blood again and you'll need to be hospitalized because it has been too short of time. If you don't wish to—"

"I'll do whatever it takes to save him and the babies," he said. "I'm yours."

"Come this way."

Sam followed the doctor into the next cubicle where the room was set up for a transfusion. "Before we do this, did he tell you about his symptoms?"

"They changed?"

"Yes, coughing up blood and later vomiting it up."

"That plus the lower back pain tells me it is time to deliver."

"It's too early."

"We don't know that, Mr. Hanna, nothing so far has confirmed his delivery date."

"Great." Sam climbed onto the gurney and readied his left arm for the transfusion.

"I'll let the nurses take care of this while I admit you both to the obstetrics ICU."

"Thank you, doctor, and please take of my family." Sam held back the tears which threatened to well up in his cognac brown eyes.

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