For the God knows how many time since being kidnapped, Sam's dreaming.
He's on a sandy beach, facing the setting sun on a beautiful clear sunny day. There's no pain in his body at all; it makes Sam question if he's actually dead instead laying passed out on the floor next to Deeks. Back in his dream, Sam's wearing his swim trunks and can see that everything is so quiet and peaceful to where the gentle waves rolling up the shore is the only thing he can hear.
"Hey, 'der you is!"
A blonde, blue eyed little boy runs in his direction down the beach. The boy's hands is behind him as if he were flying like a plane. He jumps over a sand pile and sprints hard until he pretty much slams into Sam's leg. Sam takes a staggering step back and sees the little boy laugh uncontrollably, "You's been hidin' good. Supa' good."
"Um, who are you?"
The little boy swings his arms back and forth as he says, "Saaammm, why you sayin' dat?"
Sam's jaw drops when it dawns on him when he realizes that he's talking to the child version of Deeks. "Oh my God, I'm definitely dreaming or dead."
"Noooooo because you can't be dead. You have to help me!" There's another swing of the arms and Sam can definitely see the restlessness usually seen in Deeks now in this child.
"I tried, buddy, I really did."
"Not with rescuing me, silly- for helping me after."
"Oh, Mr. Hanna. You're awake."
"Deeks….Michelle…." are the first two things that Sam mutters in response when he opens his eyes. The nurse nods her head in understanding even though she has no idea who he's talking about. She glances up to the heart monitor to see that Sam's heart rate is starting to go up little by little.
"Mr. Hanna, you need to keep calm for me. Your body has been through a lot of pain," the nurse states. Sam closes his eyes and fights the urge to roll his eyes at the woman's comment. The response he wants to say is a tie between No duh and ok, stop talking. It doesn't help that the nurse doesn't seem to pick up on Sam's annoyance. In fact, the nurse walks over to the window and whips the blinds open to where it lets in a blinding sunlight.
"No, too bright!" Sam yells as he turns his head. The nurse quickly closes the blinds and shrugs sheepishly. If wasn't for the blinding lights hurting his eyes, Sam would have cursed her out. Instead, he winces and covers his eyes with a hand while he glances around the room. "Where's Michelle?"
"Who's that?"
"My wife." My wife that walked off with an arms dealer last time I was conscious. Which was….. "What day is it?"
The nurse walks around the edge of the bed and stops at the doorway. Sam lifts his head slightly to see that the hallway is filled with nurses and doctors working busily with each other and their patients. Sam takes full comfort in not seeing any police officers guarding the door or NCIS agents walking around undercover. It's a sign that he's no longer in any danger.
"It's Friday morning," the nurses states, "You've been sleeping for about three days. Your friend- the really hot one- was here all day yesterday and half of the day before. I'm pretty sure he went down to emergency to have Dr. Castel look at his bandages again. Is he the one you called Deeks?"
Nope, the really hot one you called is Callen. "No, he's my friend Cal- G. Was there an African- American woman with him?"
"Nope. Just the brunette on crutches, the little lady who claims to be your grandmother, and your friend," the nurse points over her shoulder and adds, "I can go ask around if you'd like."
"Please do."
"Alright, but in the meantime, you need to take it easy," the nurse pulls Sam's chart from off the bedside table next to the door, "Your heart took a beating with the electrical shock you took. Your grandmother said it was a construction accident?"
Yes, if you count being shocked with a car battery an accident. "Yeah-um- a construction accident," Sam lies. A part of him wants to kick the nurse out of the room to go find Michelle, Deeks, or anyone else on the team; however, the more and more the nurse talks, the more Sam begins to focus on his body and how everything from the neck down feels like dead weight. He's surprised he was able to lift his hand up a few minutes ago.
The nurse continues on without missing a beat. "Your muscles need time to heal along with your heart and the burns on your wrist. All that trauma means that you'll be in that bed for a while."
"Ok…ok…Michelle?"
"Right!" the nurses places the chart back on the table and gives Sam a nod, "I'll be back. Just take it easy, ok? I'm sure your wife is probably getting coffee. Nothing to worry about."
Sam wishes so hard that he could reveal the truth- that his entire team and wife was either injured or in the danger of dying or completely missing.
Oh yes, nothing to worry about at all.
A restless nightmare has Sam jolting awake in his bed, gripping his shirt right where his heart sits and letting out a scream.
He sits forward and feels his chest burning like it's on fire. Sam rubs it a few times before he hears from his left, " Do you want me to get a nurse?"
"G!" Sam exclaims. He continues to rub his chest as he turns to see his partner laying back in a hospital chair next to his bed. Unexpectedly, Callen has stiches across his forehead and his chin and a bandage wrap around his wrist. He's also wearing the clothes he wore when Sam last saw him, the jacket now ripped and bloody and the jeans covered in mud.
"What the hell happened to you? Is Michelle ok? What about Deeks?" Sam blurts out. He watches Callen wince and push himself out of the chair. He presses the call button and lets out a huge sigh.
"A lot went down, Sam. Long story short- Michelle and Deeks are in surgery and Kens is in the emergency room getting her arm x-rayed. Sidarov's in custody, both of his men are dead, and the nukes are still missing."
"Oh, you got to be kidding me," Sam gasps. He covers his mouth and says, "Start with Michelle."
"Ok, well we got word from Deeks' old boss about the meet information. Janvier also got a phone call about the meet- Kensi was to serve as an over watch with a sniper rifle, I had a squad of SWAT and agents half a mile away, and Michelle went with Sidarov to make the deal with Janvier. Sidarov probably kept his suspicion about Michelle because Kensi was made and pushed down a hill. That then sent out a spark because a shootout broke out- my car flipped over in a crash, five SWAT guys were killed, Sidarov had like ten other men, and Michelle was shot up close in the chest by Sidarov."
Sam can't say anything- he's so scared to ask for any more details.
Callen seems to read his mind. " The doctors said that she should be ok-"
"Geez, G! Lead with that!" Sam yells. He lays back in his bed and grimaces at the pain in his chest. "And what about Deeks?"
Callen's face falls as he says, "There's an infection in Deeks' mouth that they're trying to fight. That plus the amount of blood Deeks had lost from you guys being so long is making doctors very concerned. He could die, Sam."