So you can kill Marcel Janvier.
There are only a few times during a mission that Sam has actually felt scared and confused as hell and this would be one of them. He has no idea of what's going through his wife's head or if finding time to kill off a washed out criminal was her idea to begin with. A question of how and when begin to form in Sam's head along with a list of who could have suggested such an idea with Callen at the top of the list.
"So I take it as a yes?" Sidarov asks. Deeks responds in a nod and turns his head away from the group. Sam doesn't have to look Deeks in the eye to know that the detective wants to curl up in a corner and die from the pain in his mouth, especially after somehow forming two sentences without breaking into in tears.
"So what do we do?" Sam asks with the hope of getting the attention off of Deeks. He gets laughter in response from Zurof, who then says, "You aren't doing anything, David. All the cop has to do is make a phone call and we take care of the rest."
"So we're supposed to just sit here until you get the money?" Sam exclaims. He can see Michelle narrow her eyes at him in warning for him to back down. He complies quickly by faking an annoyed sigh and adding, "Fine- as long as I get my cut of the money, I'm fine."
"Good." There's suspicion in Zurof's voice that Sam catches almost instantly. It's confirmed when Zurof walks over to stand against the corner wall with crossed arms. Sam instantly begins to assess every word he's said as fast as he can to see what could possibly make Zurof doubt their story. Less than a minute later, he's missed half of the conversation and remembers that Zurof never trusted him in the first place.
"….So we meet in the Yucca Valley in an open area where I can a clear shot of Janvier. He'll hand over the money and then I can take a shot," Michelle explains, "The cop will get LAPD to work something out with Yucca Valley Police and the Desert Springs Police to distract them. That should get us able to make a transfer, get our money, and get Janvier without any need to be rushed."
Sidarov's other right hand man, whose name Sam really wishes he knew, blurts out, "You have everything planned up to the minute, don't you?"
"That's what I was hired to do. Any more questions?" Michelle asks. When no one responds, she smiles at both men and adds, "Alright, someone's got a phone call to make."
Michelle hands a small cellphone over to Deeks, who barely gets a good grasp on it before quickly bringing it to his chest. It's not a move that draws any suspicious look from Sidarov and his men, seeing as the detective can barely keep his eyes open. Michelle also pulls out a piece of paper from her pocket and directs, "You can make up whatever excuse you like with your main goal of getting the attention off of them coming anywhere near the county lines for any reason."
Zurof shoots out another remark, "You have that set up too?"
"Quiet!" Sidarov growls "Go and set up the deal with Janvier to be in one hour."
Good, the earlier the better. Sam can see in the corner of his eye that Deeks is starting to waver in his spot. There's not much of anything left in the usually, bright-eyed detective; in Sam's opinion, he's not even sure that Deeks can make it through the next five minutes.
"Fine," Zurof growls and he's out of the room in seconds with Sidarov's other right hand man right behind him. Sam's hesitant to relax when it's just him, Sidarov, Deeks, and Michelle in the room. Yes, they outnumber Sidarov three to one, but having a barely conscious cop and a SEAL who's running on fumes evens it out, not counting the two very eager to shoot someone men outside the room.
"Well, we don't have all day, Marty," Sidarov says with a cockiness thatmakes Sam furious. He's angry at himself because he isn't much better than Sidarov in terms of thinking that he's better than the detective. Sam can see that Deeks is still so out of it that he's not even blinking. It takes a cough from Sam to drag Deeks out of his half-conscious daze and back to task of calling LAPD.
Deeks dials way too slow for Sam's liking. With no discussion about whom he would call and the detective's state of mind, Sam's holding his breath when he can hear the faint sound of ringing from the phone. Deeks suddenly puts the phone on speaker and attempts to hold it outward where everyone can see. Sam lets out a staggered sigh of relief when he hears the deep boom of the voice of Sergeant Louis Pearson, an old boss of Deeks.
Deeks begins to speak and his words come out as a jumbled mess to where the only understandable words are, 'officer', 'bomb, 'north' and 'Yucca Valley'. He then holds out the phone in front of his body to no one in particular. Sam hesitantly takes the phone in hand after a few seconds when he concludes that hearing from him as well would be the best for the team back at OPS center's sanity.
Time runs out before Michelle rips the phone out of his hands and ends the call. "You took too damn long," she mutters under her breath. "LAPD should call the other two departments and we should be the home free. We better get the hell on the road if we want to do this without us pressing our luck."
"Fine, but they will stay here," Sidarov states.
Michelle bites the inside of her cheek when she hears that her original plan of getting Sam and Deeks somewhat out of harm's way is officially out the window. On the other hand, it's a small comfort for her that at least her husband and his temporary partner will be in a building and not lying dead in a ditch. The only thing she can do is to nod in agreement and start her way to the door. Sidarov shoots both men a careful eye before he turns to follow Michelle out the door. The last thing she sees before closing the door behind her and locking it is her husband staring back at her as if he'll never see her again.
When the lock on the door clicks and Sam can see that Michelle is gone, he mutters, "Clear."
Almost immediately, Sam hears a loud crashing noise and he whips his body around to see Deeks in a ball on the ground. The detective is moaning and rocking slowly in agony from the pain in his mouth. Sam quickly and quietly runs to Deeks' side to see the ex- detective is also shaking violently and has tears running down his face.
"It's ok," Sam whispers. Deeks puts his hands onto his head and continues to shake. Sam reaches out to touch Deeks' on the back, but the detective flinches and pulls away.
And then everything seems to stop.
Sam can only hear himself breathe very heavily against the silence. He's been running on fumes and adrenaline ever since he woke up in the soundproof room and now that they're trapped in a room with nothing to do, the searing pain throughout his body from the electricity is coming back at him hard.
Focus on staying awake. Deeks needs you.
Sam opens his eyes and sees that the room is spinning and that Deeks is now unconscious and sprawled across the floor. He can't find the energy to call out to the detective or even stand.
Stay awake!
Sam sits back on his knees and tries to catch his breath. He's about to collapse and there's nothing he can do about it. So Sam does the only thing that he can do, which is think I'm so sorry, Deeks. I wish you could hear me- I'm so sorry before he passes out.