All These Dying Days.
Kensi was sitting at her desk biting her bottom lip and frowning, Deeks looked across at her worriedly it wasn't like her to be so quiet.
"What's up?" he asked twice before her got a reaction.
"HUH!" she jumped about 2 feet when she realized she was being spoken too
"Are you ok?" he got up and walked over to her desk.
She sat back in her chair and looked up at him "Marty do you ever get the feeling like something bad is going to happen?" , This threw him not so much because of the question but the fact she had looked at him and called him Marty instead of Deeks. Figuring this to be a serious question he took a chair and sat down before he answered.
"Sometimes," he replied truthfully "but it's pretty much a given with the job description isn't it?" He looked at her to see whether or not she would take it as it was meant seriously or if she would think he was blowing her off.
"Umm?" She said "maybe it's just me, I don't know, something feels off today"
Deeks smiled "Womens intuition eh Fern!"
She laughed and playfully punched him in the shoulder.
At that Sam walked in and sat down putting his coffee on the desk "Did I Miss something funny?" he asked
"Fern's got women's intuition" Deeks grinned as Sam looked over at them both. Well at least they're not fighting he thought.
"Hey don't knock it" Sam said, "It's saved your life a few times".
"Good point" Kensi stated.
Deeks laughed and went to get himself a coffee.
"So..." Sam started to ask. Kensi just rolled her eyes at him; "It's nothing, OK!" she was inwardly annoyed with herself for letting this feeling get out of control to the point where she had even mentioned it.
Sam looked towards the sofa, on finding it empty, he turned back to Kensi "G still on assignment?"
"Yeah I think so I haven't heard anything." She said still not being able to shake the feeling in her gut.
Hetty came walking past them "Mr. Hanna, Ms Blye, could you locate Mr. Deeks and come to Ops please?" Kensi and Sam looked at each other worriedly and Kensie went to get Deeks whilst Sam headed to Ops.
Eric and Nell were sat at their stations, frantically locating different pieces of data that would help explain something that they both felt they never, ever wanted to have to tell them, and both hoping that they were wrong.
Sam, Kensi and Deeks leant against the table and waited whilst Hetty checked a few facts with Eric.
Eric looked at Hetty and nodded, Sam could see the weariness in his face which contrasted completely with the surfer boy look he had going on. The look on Eric's face made Sam's gut clench.
"Okay," Eric started, "As you know Callen has been undercover working with the Russians to try to find out who has been selling HMX on the black market and where they have been getting it from."
"HMX?" Deeks asked puzzled.
Nell Jones stood up which, because of her size didn't make much of a difference from her sitting down, but when she started talking, the room fell silent.
"High-velocity Military Explosive," She took a deep breath and explained, "HMX is the common name for cyclotetramethylene-tetranitramine. It is used as a detonator in Nuclear Weapons." She paused and looked at the people in the room, watching the information sink in. "It's also used as a solid rocket propellant and in the manufacture of amour piercing shaped charges."
Eric stood up and took over from Nell seamlessly, as if they were one person. "Anyway G. found a way in and was supposed to go to a meet today with back up from the CIA"
Sam bristled with anger, "Why wasn't I told about this, I should be there to watch his back!"
"Mr. Hanna, it was a joint operation with the CIA they only requested Mr. Callen as his rather unique skill set was needed. This was supposed to be a quick in and out job, Callen was to pick up the names and then get back for a debriefing" Hetty said.
Sam's gut tightened even further as he asked the one question he didn't want to "Supposed to?"
"There was a complication "Hetty said keeping her voice even although both Sam and Kensi could see a glint of tension in her face.
"What happened?" Kensi asked
"He was meant to meet with a Russian arms dealer, but the dealer sent someone else in his place and he knew Callen from his past." Hetty took a breath to steady herself and Eric jumped in. "We have footage from a nearby traffic camera it's not the best angle but..."
"Show it" Sam demanded.
They all looked up at the screen to see Callen and a CIA operative standing at a car with a briefcase full of money and a Russian thug getting out of his jeep. The Russian's eyes widened as he pulled a gun on Callen and the CIA operative. Callen staggered as he was shot in the shoulder and the CIA operative was shot in the head and went down. Just as other CIA personnel showed up, there was a huge explosion and the van with the HMX in blew up, Callen was blasted towards the Russians and the camera screen went dark.
"Where is he?" Sam asked the worry evident in his voice.
"We don't know, two minutes later the place was crawling with CIA Callen was gone, as were the Russians. We don't know where he is or even if he's alive." Eric stated simply.
His head hurt and it was dark. Then the man realized that his shoulder and back hurt too.
Opening his eyes a little he tried to focus on where he was, and the annoying rhythmic beeping that was starting to sound a little too loud in his head.
A doctor looked down at him.
"How are you feeling?" the doctor asked
"Head hurts" the man said and then realized he was speaking Russian.
"What's your name?" The doctor asked him
"I...I don't know?" The panic started,"Why don't I know? Who am I?"
"It's alright, just rest, I will give you something for the pain." The doctor said, the other man shut his eyes and fell asleep again.
The Doctor walked out of the room and went over to an important looking man in a suit, who was smoking a rather large cigar knowing that no one would dare tell him to put it out.
"Boris?" The Doctor waited, real fear crossing his face.
"Well how is our Mr. Callen?" Boris Ivanovitch looked at the doctor, a man Boris had grown up with and he considered his best friend, he grinned to himself that despite that closeness his friend still held the right amount of fear of him as Boris deemed appropriate for his situation.
"He will heal, but he has amnesia." The doctor informed him.
"Will this impact on my plan?" Boris asked. He hoped not as he had waited many years to get his hands on this CIA spy who had destroyed his life, and finding this happy coincidence he didn't want to lose his chance at revenge.
"If you are still determined to do this then no, the drugs we introduced will help wipe any remaining memory he has. He should be hooked by the end of the day, and by the time he heals he will be your adopted son in his heart and mind." The doctor shuddered. Even for Boris this was a particularly cruel plan. The doctor's job was to heal the poor man in the room behind him, not to place him in a new family with a new identity designed to destroy him completely when Boris took his revenge.
Boris smiled in such a way as to make the doctors blood run cold as he looked at the battered and bruised body of Callen lying asleep in the hospital bed.