NCIS Short Stories

Little Issue

First NCIS La story!!

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Today wasn't the best day for G Callen. That was obvious. Hetty sent him home early, and about two hours later, she got a call from Arkady.

"Mr. Kolcheck," she said, "Is something wrong?"

"Well Henrietta," he said with a slight laugh in his voice, "I was just on the phone with Callen and I think that you might want to go check on him."

"Why would that be," she asked worried.

"I think he is a little 'tipsy' as the Americans say."

"Oh," she hangs up the phone and walks into the bullpin, "Mr. Hanna. Come with me and grab your bag." He obeys, getting couple of strange looks from Kensi and Deeks. He shrugs. Both of the agents get into Hettys car.

"What's up, Hetty," Sam Hanna ask.

"Arkady has just called saying that Mr. Callen may be a little," she smirks, "Drunk."

"Not again," he laughs. When his partner is drunk, it's bound to be strange...

Once they arrive at Callen's home, Sam knocks on the door.

"G!" He yells. No answer. Wow, he thinks, he must really be drunk. He gets his lock pick and picks the door. They walk in. Callen isn't in the living room or kitchen. They walk into his bed room and see him with a small box of pictures and a few bottles of beer.

"Heyy Samm," he slurs. He is smiling like a delusional maniac.

Sam's POV

When I see Callen sitting there and then he slurs my name, I laugh under my breath. Hetty on the other hand remains serious.

"Why today Mr. Callen," she asks him.

"Whacha mean Hetty," his eyes are bloodshot, I notice, and he has a few drying streaks on his face," Can I ask you sumthin Hetty?"

"What would that be?"

"Why did you never take me out of it?" At that Hetty stops. She looks frozen, and I don't understand why.

"I was not allowed," she finally says," You were to young."

"Take him out of what," I ask her.

"The foster care system," she looks sad.

"You could have if you would have known," he says, his eyes half closed and half open.

"Known what?"

"The beatings," he says. Now Hetty looks terrified. What beatings, I ask myself. I know G had some bad families but I never heard of a beating.

"Why didn't you tell me," her voice is barely a whisper.

"They wouldn't let me. One of 'em put a," he stops, thinking of a word, "gun up to my head," he puts two fingers up to his temple in the shape of a pistol,"said if I said anything that he would pull the trigger," his head rolls to the side,"Boom." He laughs.

"G? How much did you drink," I ask.

"Umm..." He never answers.

Hetty hasn't said a word, and when I look at her, she looks a little scared.

"Hetty?"

"I never knew," she says so I just can hear her, "What else did I not know about, Mr. Callen?"

"Hmm," he thinks, "One of the other homes, they got up there daily. Made me do it a couple of times. Hurt..." He shakes his head.

"They made you take drugs," I can't tell if it is a statement or a question. Hetty looks genuinely surprised. I've never seen her like this, "Why did you not tell me until now? I could have gotten you out then."

"No you couldn't have," he keeps changing his stance, I think, he had way to many drinks,"Still got some scars..."

"You have always had scars," I say.

"Ya ne mogu poverit', chto ty ne skazal mne . Ya mog by poluchit' vas iz doma . Yesli vy pozvolili by mne..." Hetty says. Great, now they are going to start speaking in Russian.

"I doubt it," he says. He starts to close his eyes and sleep.

"Mr. Hanna," Hetty turns to me, "Could you leave us for a moment? Just a minute."

"Sure," I walk out without another word. I look back before I close the door and see something I never expected to see.

Hetty...was crying.

Hetty's POV

"I did try you know, Grisha," I say with a small stray tear streaking down my face.

"Hetty? Why are you crying," he ask me. His speech is still slurred, but he becomes more coherent. He gets up. He is a little unsteady on his feet, but he makes his way next to me.

"Why did you not tell me about the beatings? Or the gun or the drugs for that matter."

"I was terrified, Hetty. I didn't want to admit it. I'm sorry," he kneels down next to me, "And then you got me. I was happy again, for once in my life."

I smile,"You need to sober up."

"Nah, I'm good," he says as he takes another swig of his beer.

"Good night, Mr. Callen." I plant a kiss on his forehead before I walk out.