On the Run

Chapter 25

At the end of the day

Some you win, some you don’t

So I’m glad that I’m here

With some friends that I know

Always there with a smile

Saying you’re not alone

Singing la la la la

Que Sera

(Oh, here we go ya’ll)

Yesterday is history, oh

You gotta get through it

Tomorrow is a mystery so

Let’s just do it

And even when the rain falls

You and I, will stand tall

No matter what you go through

I’ll never leave you

So you gotta be strong strong

Live by the words of the song song

Together is where we belong long

Never stop dreaming

Keep holdin’ on

At the end of the day

Some you win, some you don’t

So I’m glad that I’m here

With some friends that I know

Always there with a smile

Saying you’re not alone

Singing la la la la

Que Sera

When it’s been a long day

Had enough, givin’ up it ain’t ok

We don’t care what the world say

We spread love it’s the only way

So you gotta be strong (strong)

Live by the words of the song (song)

Together is where we belong (long)

Never stop dreaming

Keep holdin’ on

At the end of the day

Some you win, some you don’t

So I’m glad that I’m here

With some friends that I know

Always there with a smile

Saying you’re not alone

Singing la la la la

Que Sera

We keep falling but the

World keeps spinning and I

Might stop winning

Just as long as I got you by my side

We keep falling but the

World keeps spinning and I

Might stop winning

But I know that we’re gonna be alright

At the end of the day

Some you win, some you don’t

So I’m glad that I’m here

With some friends that I know

Always there with a smile

Saying you’re not alone

Singing la la la la

Que Sera

At the end of the day

Some you win, some you don’t

So I’m glad that I’m here

With some friends that I know

Always there with a smile

Saying you’re not alone

Singing la la la la

Que Sera

At the end of the day

Some you win, some you don’t

So I’m glad that I’m here

With some friends that I know

Always there with a smile

Saying you’re not alone

Singing la la la la

Que Sera

At the end of the day

Some you win, some you don’t

So I’m glad that I’m here

With some friends that I know

Always there with a smile

Saying you’re not alone

Singing la la la la

Que Sera

Que Sera by Justice Crew

Morro Bay - one week later

It had been seven days and not one word had come through to them about the goings on down in Los Angeles. Michelle hadn’t heard from Sam which had her on tender hooks. Hetty always called through even when the news wasn’t good. What was going on down there? Alyssa kept looking at her cell and up at her as worry consumed her. She was good at hiding her worry and Michelle only caught glimpses of it now and then. Like herself, she tried to keep things light and normal for their girls.

Los Angeles - two days earlier

Henrietta Lange heaved out another sigh as she sat out in the corridor of the third floor of the Saint Vincent Medical Centre. The operation had gone south. More south than the South Pole, if that was even possible. She looked up as Kensi stepped out of the elevator, with Deeks beside her. The worry in the younger woman’s eyes said it all.

“Have you heard anything, Hetty?” They sat down beside her, holding hands for courage. Their team had suffered badly before and now they wondered how they would pick themselves up after this latest attack on them.

“No.” Her voice quavered, her strength wavering every minute as she sat there.

A doctor walked through the double doors and headed over to them. “Miss Lange, I wish we would meet under better circumstances.”

She took in a ragged breath and prepared for the worst. As if it could get any worse.

“I’m bewildered, that’s all I can say. The impossible always happens when it comes to your agents. Neither of them should have survived the explosion. The building exploded and they were trapped underneath for three days.” He shook his head. “How they survived that length of time without water and with the injuries that they had sustained from the blast, is beyond me. I see a great deal in this job and all I can say is that God is on your side.”

A tear fell down Kensi’s cheek betraying her strength. Deeks gently squeezed her hand, it had been a huge effort for his doctors to release him, but after the news of his team mates missing and then being found alive, he needed to come back to Los Angeles. They’d been flown up by a Military helicopter within the hour of him being released. At least he was going from one hospital to another. The good news was that no Russians had survived. There’d been casualties on their side too, only Owen Granger and Hetty remained of Clara’s CIA team. Owen had stepped outside of the building only moments before the blast, sending him flying into a bush nearby. The placement of his landing had soften his fall and limited his injuries to a few scratches and bruises. Callen and Sam had been trapped in the basement of Arkady’s mansion after being captured and tortured for two days. Yuri tried to pry the location for Nikita from Callen and Sam, to no effect. The men had suffered greatly and it would take some time for them to recover from their injuries, both from the torturing and the blast. But they were alive and that in itself was a miracle.

“Both men were severely dehydrated, as you know. Agent Hanna has a broken arm and a concussion, while Agent Callen has sustained three fractured ribs, fractures in his left angle and foot and concussion. Both men sustained some deep cuts and bruises, which I suspect some was from prior to the blast. There is no signs of internal bleeding from the blast, but I have issued an MRI just to be certain, incase anything from the torture that they sustained prior to the blast has occurred.”

“Thank you, Dr Franklin. Is there any news about Mr Kolcheck?”

“The Russian who was found with your agents?”

“Yes. He is an old contact of one of my agents. It was his house that was destroyed.”

Dr Hank Franklin saw the concern for the Russian in the older woman’s eyes.

“I’m sorry, but he didn’t make it. He sustained a heart attack on the operating table and we couldn’t revive him.”

The news hit them hard and they knew that this would be hard for their team leader and his family. “Thank you, Doctor.”

“Can we see them?” Kensi asked Dr Franklin, she needed to see them for herself that they were really alive. Waiting for three days after the bomb blast had felt like an eternity, after the two days of Callen and Sam being held hostage in Arkady’s mansion.

“Yes, they are both up in the ward on the fifth floor.” Dr Franklin looked at his chart. “They’re in room 16.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” Their spirits were lifted a little after hearing about Sam and Callen, but knowing that Hetty and Granger had lost their old team made it hard to celebrate.

Hetty knocked on the door first, to see how her agents were. Sam was awake and he looked thin from his usual solid build. “Hetty.” He coughed as his throat was still dry. Both he and Callen had inhaled a great deal of dust after the explosion. The doctors had flushed their lungs out and their chests felt sore from the ordeal. But they were both relieved to be alive. Callen had to be sedated, he kept worrying about his uncle throughout his treatment.

Hetty looked over at the sleeping form of her team leader and her heart broke. He’d been through so much over the years and when he finally found his family, he lost one of them. The one he knew the most, ironically. No, it wasn’t ironic, it was tragic. She knew deep down that Callen held a soft spot for Arkady long before he knew that he was family and she knew that this was going to be hard for him. But she had more bad news to pass on. Mark Burton had died in the explosion, trying to get to Callen, Sam and Arkady, alongside the rest of their old team. She knew that this would hit Amy Callen hard, he’d been her father since she was eleven and very much alone. She dreaded the trip north to Morro Bay, but she knew that it was her responsibility to head up there in a few days, once her agents were cleared by their doctor to see Nikita and the rest of Callen and Sam’s families. It was the perfect place for her team to recuperate after their ordeals. They needed time to heal, physically and emotionally.

Slowly over the past week, bits and pieces of Deeks’ memory returned and when he remembered Kensi’s morning sickness, he saw the grief in her eyes. It had been heart wrenching, to say the least. She’d tried to get away from him, but he managed to pull her in and hold onto her. He let her cry and together they grieved for the child that they had lost. Life wasn’t meant to be easy, but it shouldn’t be like this. He had a lot to think about. From what the doctor had told him, it looked like his career as a detective was over. His head injury was too fragile to risk being punched by an assailant. The only way forward from what he could see, was to return to being a lawyer. But the last thing he wanted was to help dead beats return to the streets. No, there had to be another solution. He wanted to remain with Kensi and the rest of the team. They had become his family.

“Mr Hanna,” Hetty stood beside Sam’s bed. “It is good to see you and your partner alive. When you’ve been cleared, I will take you to your families.”

“Michelle.” Sam tried to get out, but his throat refused to help him.

“I haven’t yet told her, Sam. I didn’t want her worrying until we knew how you and Mr Callen were.”

Sam nodded and he gladly took the cup of water she handed to him. His left arm rested in a sling and the plaster began to itch. The recovery was going to be slow and frustrating for him and his team. Kensi still had her arm in a sling and he nodded over to her. “Snap.” He croaked, causing a gush of tears from Kensi. She closed the distance and gave him a one arm hug.

Morro Bay - two days later

Angela disconnected her call to her mom and looked at the foreign Ford Truck as it made it’s way up the lane. She furrowed her brows as she watched it come to a halt. Owen Granger stepped out of the vehicle and looked up at her and nodded. He opened the rear door and Sam stepped out. Angela knew instantly who Sam was from the reaction of Kamran as she screamed out to her Daddy. Michelle came running out of the house and followed her. She saw the sling and knew that he had been injured, and her heart thumped inside of her chest. Another figure tried to climb out from the front passenger seat and she realised that it was her brother. A petite woman handed him crutches as he stood on the ground. He looked up at her and she knew in that instant that the news wasn’t good. She looked with anticipation, hope that Mark and their uncle would step out next, but the next two people who climbed out of the vehicle were strangers. A man with blond shaggy hair and a brunette stepped out. The woman also had her arm in a sling, the man, had a bandage around his head. What on earth happened?

Angela froze on the deck as she heard Alyssa clunking out of the house with her medical boot and looked down at their visitors. She’d managed to get off her crutch, much to her relief with her injured arm, but now her eyes welled up with relief to see her husband alive. She carefully stepped down the stairs onto the ground and met him half way. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.

Molly came from around the back on her grandpa’s shoulders after hearing Kamran a moment earlier.

Nikita let his granddaughter down as she ran over to her parents. “Daddy. Daddy.” She cried as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Hey, sweetheart. I told you I’d be home soon, didn’t I?” He bent over and kissed her on the top of her head. Coming back was a relief, but without Mark and Arkady, this trip was a hard one. He looked up to where his sister stood and he knew that she knew that Mark was gone. He made his way towards the steps and managed to get himself up onto the deck. Alyssa stayed down with Molly to give them some privacy.

“Hey.” He stood before his sister, trying to be brave for her. “Can we go inside, I’m not used to standing with these things yet.”

Angela nodded and followed her brother inside. She sat down on a chair and waited for him to speak.

Callen licked his lips, they were still sore and cracked, and the motion stung, but he was struggling on how he was going to do this. He looked at his sister and swallowed the hard lump that had formed in his throat.

“It all went bad, Amy. Uncle Max, Sam and I were captured and we were held hostage in the basement for two days. We were tortured, the man who wanted Dad dead was at Uncle Max’s house in L.A. All of Mom’s old team are gone, except for Hetty and Granger. Granger only survived because he was outside the building when it exploded and landed in a bush. Hetty was forced to stay away by Granger.” He took a moment before he continued. “Mark was inside the house, trying to get us out. I’m sorry, Amy. He died a hero.”

Angela choked on a sob. Her head became dizzy and her hearing felt like she was down a hole. “I don’t understand. If he was trying to get you out, how come you’re alive?”

The guilt shot through Callen quick and hard. “We were in the basement, somehow it protected us from the explosion. But we were trapped inside for three days.”

Angela’s eyes widened and she did a quick analysis of her brother’s injuries. She noted the cuts and bruises and the medical boot on his lower left leg.

“Sam and I should have died along with Uncle Max.” She shook her head slightly trying to take it all in. “He lasted the three days with us, but he had a heart attack on the operating table.” Callen cracked, it had been a challenging week even for the seasoned agent. From the moment he and Sam left their hiding place to rescue Arkady, the whole operation went south. They should have waited for back up. That decision to go inside the mansion had costed too many people their lives. Men and women who’d done everything in their power to keep them safe, for their mother. It haunted him when he slept and he carried it heavily on his shoulders. He looked up and noticed for the first time his father, as he stood at the door. Tears welled up in his eyes over the news that his brother had died to protect him.

“Dad.” Callen tried to stand up and grab his crutches. “Dad.” Nikita turned and swiftly made his way to the barn. He needed to be alone.

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