Chapter 1- My name is G!
It has been a grueling 3 months for the team; chasing down the scientist, Grant Mason who had been threatening to unleash a chemical weapon 'the likes of which the world has never seen' so he said, had been tiring to the team.
After having Deeks follow the man around for a month as a homeless bum just to make sure they had the right guy, Kensi pretending to be his girlfriend to find out who his buyers were and Callen who played the irate ex-boyfriend to get her out safely. It all boiled down to Mason hiding out in his cabin in the woods. He had a laboratory hidden and Sam playing the role of a Muslim terrorist had managed to get the address out of Mason and they were all set to bring him down.
Tired and finally at the endgame they moved as one to take him down. Callen ordered Kensi and Deeks to take the back and Sam took his rear.
Pulling his gun he and Sam entered the cabin and walked towards a metal door in the back.
Callen opened the door and entered first.
The door swung back behind him effectively cutting him off from his team.
"G!" Sam called hammering on the door.
Callen pulled at the lock but the room was hermetically sealed.
Grant Mason lay dead on the floor a canister overturned but Callen thought nothing of it as he leant over Masons' body looking at the self inflicted gunshot wound.
"It's ok Sam he's down!" Callen called.
"Suicide. I'll just figure how to open this door and then we'll get the coroner to pick him up." Callen called back.
After what was about twenty minutes a fan kicked in and the air was blown through the room. "You ok G?" Sam called hearing the fans.
"Yep sounds like some kind of air filtration system." Callen shouted over the whir of the fans.
The fans shut off and the door clicked open. Callen opened the door to find the coroner already there and his team standing with worried looks on their faces.
"Finally!" G sighed and walked out.
"You sure you're alright?" Sam asked again. Callen stood lifted his shirt and turned around with a smirk on his face.
"Look Ma! I'm fine," He grinned.
Sam rolled his eyes at his partner, "Well Hetty's gonna rip you a new one getting locked in with the suspect."
"It wasn't my fault there was a trip plate inside the door, Mason must have set it up before he shot himself. Probably thought I'd freak out getting locked in with a corpse." Callen griped.
They headed back to the mission and sure enough, Hetty took Callen aside.
"I am disappointed in you Mr. Callen, going into a booby trapped room, without checking a rookie mistake." She scolded.
The remark hurt Callen, but he never let it show. "I'm fine though Hetty," Callen said spreading his arms in supplication.
She looked him over, there was in truth not a mark on him despite the fact he seemed tired, nothing else looked wrong.
"Very well, go home Mr. Callen, your team as well, think of it as a job well done; you can all finish your reports in the morning." She said and smiled as she heard a whoop from Deeks in the bullpen who was already grabbing his bag and trying to coax the others out for a drink.
Callen let out a small smile and walked to get his own bag.
"You coming, Callen?" Deeks asked as he'd already managed to get Sam and Kensi and Eric to go with him.
"No…sorry, I have something else on." Callen lied, truth was he felt a bit off kilter, but had no intentions of letting his team know.
Deeks shrugged and draped an arm over Kensi's shoulder "More for me then." He stated.
"Ew!" Kensi exclaimed shrugging his arm off. Deeks and Sam laughed as they headed for the exit.
Wearily Callen climbed into his car, Drove home and before his head had hit his bedroll he was asleep.
Deeks walked in the bullpen wearing sunglasses and groped through his desk for some Advil.
Sam whistled as he walked around the corner. "Morning Deeks." He grinned.
Deeks glared at him, "I can't believe you two let me drink that much!" Deeks groused. Swallowing the painkillers with a large swig of coffee.
Kensi smiled as she walked in, "Morning Sam, Deeks….where's Callen?" she asked.
Sam looked around his bag wasn't there which was unusual, he looked at his watch it was nearly nine and Callen was known for getting in before eight every morning. He crossed to Hetty's office she was already indulging in her morning cup of tea.
"Hetty is Callen on assignment?" Sam asked.
"No, Mr. Hanna, I haven't seen him since he left last night," Hetty replied.
"I know it's a bit early Hetty, but I think something's wrong with G, He's never late." Sam said concerned.
"Why don't you take a drive to his house, maybe he overslept?" Hetty said not wanting to cause a panic.
The team drove to Callen's house, Sam got out first as Kensi and Deeks looked at the house from the outside.
"He's been burgled!" Kensi said staring in the window.
Sam grabbed the key from the pot plant by the back door and they walked into the house. "No," Sam smiled, "the house is usually like this."
Deeks and Kensi looked at the living room, which was empty save for a box on the mantelpiece with a small air-plant next to it and a lamp and a chair.
As they went through the kitchen Deeks knocked a glass over.
"Way to go stealthy!" Kensi said, "If Callen's asleep you'll have woken him up,"
Sam heard the noise of a door closing and put his hand up to get silence he drew his gun and went into Callen's bedroom.
"NCIS!" He called, no one answered as he went into the room.
"You sure he's not been burgled where's his bed?" Deeks asked.
Sam waved his gun towards G's bedroll on the floor. "Right where it always is."
Deeks looked stunned "No wonder he's so grumpy his back must be killing him. I'll have to recommend a good…." Deeks stopped as a small sniffle came from the closet.
Sam raised his gun and opened the door.
A small blond haired boy sat curled up in the corner making himself as small as possible, silent tears of terror running down his face as he looked up at the towering African American. Sam reached his arm out and the boy covered his head and whimpered.
Sam crouched down.
"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you, my name is Sam…what's yours?"
The boy sat in terror his eyes wide staring at the people looking at him.
"who..you…you hurt me?" the boy said in broken English.
Kensi crouched down beside him, "We're police men, we aren't going to hurt you."
Deeks pulled Sam out of the closet, "We have to call Hetty, where is Callen and why does he have a foreign kid in his house, that kid can't be more than three!" Deeks growled, "He doesn't even have any clothes he's just wearing one of Callen's shirts."
Sam shrugged; Kensi was trying to get the boy to talk as Sam filled Hetty in. He turned to Deeks and Kensi.
"Hetty and Nell are coming out to try and find out who the boy is…Eric's looking into Callen's files to see if he was on anything off the books."
"What's your name sweetie, mine's Kensi and this is Sam and Deeks." She said pointing to each of them in turn.
The boy looked blank.
"I don't think he understands." Kensi said.
"Te rog, Sunt speriat." [I'm scared]The boy whispered.
"What language is that?" Deeks asked.
"That Mr. Deeks is Romani." Hetty replied walking into the room.
"Oh My!" She exclaimed looking at the child. If she didn't know better she'd swear she was back nearly forty years looking at Callen as a boy. She shook her head and leant forward towards him. "Sunt Henrietta Lange, ceea ce este denumire tău?"[I'm Henrietta Lange, what is your name?]
He looked up in surprise wiping his tear stained face with his sleeve he smiled, "Denumire meu este G. Asta e ceea ce mi se spune, eu nu știu ce este numele meu real." [My name is G, that's what they tell me I don't know my real name.]
She stepped back and looked at the blond haired blue-eyed boy in shock.
"What did he say, does he know G?" Sam asked,
Hetty held her arms open and the boy ran into them as she held him tight, "No Mr. Hanna, this is Mr. Callen!" she exclaimed.