Hetty watched as the team entered the building.
Sam and Callen talking about their day spent undercover with the Los Angeles Fire Department. She smiled slightly as Owen walked up to them, effectively destroying their vibe and sending them off for the evening as he turned to walk towards her office.
After a small conversation, Owen stood up to leave.
“Owen…” Hetty said, “Tomorrow.”
With a grim, but curt nod of understanding Owen left to wrap up the rest of his day.
Callen woke early, checked his phone and sighed, grabbing his bag and an envelope from his safe he headed into work.
A few hours later, Sam arrived, with Kensi and Deeks not far behind him.
“Where were you G?” Sam asked as he walked into the bullpen to find Callen working on a laptop,
Callen closed the lid and put the laptop in his bag, opening his work one and looking up at Sam, “I was working, Sam; you know that thing we do in the day to earn money?”
“You know what I mean G, You were supposed to go running with me this morning.” Sam grumbled as he sank into his seat.
“I went running.” Callen argued, “Down to that little cafe where you were going to meet me for breakfast.”
“That’s tomorrow G, it was, running today, eat tomorrow.”
“I was hungry today.” Callen countered.
Sam sighed as he opened his laptop, “You’re always hungry G.”
“It’s the call of the bacon, Sam. Like the call of the wild, you can’t ignore it!” Callen smirked and started on his paperwork, ignoring Sam’s glare, when his phone rang.
Callen looked at the number and ended the call, getting up to call the person back.
Sam looked over at Callen with concern, apart from the team and a few other people no one else had his number.
Callen was talking in low tones, but Sam could hear he was speaking in Russian. He looked agitated and Sam was worried as Callen ended the call and walked back into the bullpen.
“You ok G?” Sam asked.
“I’m fine.” Callen said and grabbed his bag. “I got a dentist appointment.” He announced and headed out of the door, leaving the team looking at each other in concern.
“Callen has a dentist appointment?” Kensi said in shock.
“I’m sure he goes to the dentist honey.” Deeks replied.
“I know he does Deeks, but during work hours?”
Hetty watched as Callen got up and left, frowning as her phone rang soon after.
“Yes… yes, I know…” She sighed and looked over at the bullpen again, “Yes, it got his attention, I don’t know if he’ll take the bait, we will have to see.”
Hetty stood up and headed up to ops, not liking what she was about to do.
In Washington, D.C., Gibbs was called up to Director Vance’s office.
His senior field agent looked at him inquiringly as Gibbs shrugged to show he had no idea what Vance wanted him for.
He jogged up the stairs and with a nod to Pamela, Vance’s secretary, he entered the office.
“Good, Gibbs.” Vance said as he walked in, “I’m putting the office into SCIF mode during this meeting.”
Gibbs looked around. Owen Granger was at the table along with Vance and Sarah Porter the Secretary of the Navy.
“We know who the Mole in NCIS is.” Vance said as he started the meeting.
The day had passed uneventfully, although a few times Sam had tried to contact Callen.
After asking Hetty, if she had heard from him a few times and not getting a straight answer Sam left it until the end of the day. As they were packing up to leave Sam once again walked over to Hetty’s desk just as Granger had got up to leave.
“Any word on G?” He asked.
“Mr. Callen is taking some vacation time.” Hetty told him.
“G’s sick?” Sam looked worried.
“Apparently he had some personal issues come up this morning, something he couldn’t leave till later and has some unused vacation time he’s using up.”
“I thought he used it all a few months back.”
“He didn’t, but he only has a few days, so hopefully he will be back on Wednesday.” Hetty said, smiling at Sam, “Head off to your family Mr. Hanna, Mr. Callen will most likely call you at some point.”
Sam sighed, his gut hadn’t settled, but he did as he was bid by the ageing operations manager.
By Sunday Sam was worried.
He hadn’t heard from Callen. He had been round to his house, only to find it empty and his bag missing. He’d thought about calling over to see Arkady to see if the Russian knew where Callen was and he had driven up to Arkady’s mansion only to be told that the elder Russian hadn’t seen him since their trip to Russia and that Sam should leave for his own good.
Sam had left, grumbling but on his way down the driveway he had looked in the rearview mirror and swore he had seen Callen in one of the upstairs windows.
Outside the mansion he had pulled up and tried Callen’s cell phone again, the man in the window had looked at his phone and stepped away.
“Dammit G!” Sam cursed as he watched the figure retreat, “What the hell are you up to?”
He put his phone back on the seat of the car and drove around the block taking up position and waiting for Callen to exit the grounds.
Callen watched as Sam parked up and got out his phone.
“I’m being watched, gonna have to move the meet, somewhere more appropriate.” He said, “You think you can help?”
He waited as the voice on the other end gave him some advice. “Look, I don’t like it any more than you do, but this information needs to get out. I know you’re in Los Angeles. They are on to me and I can’t sit on this anymore.”
Callen sighed in frustration, “I need to get this out of my possession, I’m not going down for this!”
He paced as the man on the other end talked to him.
“Fine… two hours then... You called him to come here?” Callen sounded surprised, then he chuckled, “You’re faking what? Damn, that’s smart. Fine I’ll be here this end to back you up. I’ll meet you in an hour, I’ll be bringing my Russian contact, you’d better have what we agreed…. Good…” Callen hit the button and dropped the phone down. Then he turned with a smile to Anna Kolcheck who was lying lazily on the bed watching him.
“Fancy going to dinner?” He asked.
“With you… Burgers?” She asked with a smile.
Callen shook his head, “Five star all the way.”
She stretched languidly and smiled, “I had better get changed then.”