NCIS Short Stories

Under The Element

Callen's POV
"So who's turn is it to check the crime scene," Deeks ask.
"Callen's!" Kensi and Sam both exclaim at the same time.
"I did it last week," I protest. I really don't want to go into the little glass box where a Marine was found earlier today.
"No I did," Sam says. He's right. I accept defeat and walk into the small chamber. It's cold and damp. But we found the man completely dry... Hm.
While I dust for fingerprints, I hear something. It sounds like a whoosh and then I hear something close. I turn to see the small glass door has shut. I push against it and it doesn't budge. I hear a mechanical buzz and push harder.
"Sam!" I yell. It gets cold in the box and I look down. Water is coming out of the grained floor. And it's filling up fast, "Sam!" I pound on the wall and kick at the door. I keep yelling until Kensi turns.
"Callen," I can't hear them but I read her lips. Sam and Deeks turn and come to try and get me out. I am on my knees, I'm only able to crouch in the box, and the water is almost to my waist. They pull at the door with no luck. Only moments pass and the box is almost full. I brace myself against the wall and take a deep breath. I go under.
I search for a weak spot, but am unsuccessful. I can't hold my breath forever. Everything starts to blur slightly. If I don't get air, I'm going to pass out, and if I pass out, I'll drown. I push harder and harder at the door. My muscles start to get weak from lack of oxygen and I see them calling for help and trying as hard as they can to get me out. I can't help it. I let go of the air in my lungs.
And things go downhill quickly. I start to lose consciousness. The pounding of my fist get slower until I sink (literally) down. I pass out.
Sam's POV
"G," I yell, "G!" He starts to stop hitting against the glass and I know he is losing consciousness. A minute passes with no air. A minute and a half.
"Eric we need an ambulance and back up," Kensi yells into her com.
"I'm trying Kens," Eric says, "No available ambulances for ten minutes tops." G passes out.
"Back up," I say. I pull my pistol out.
"Sam don't-" Deeks starts. I fire a shot and the glass shatters. The water pours out and leaves Callen laying in a heap.
"G!" I bend down over him and check for a pulse. It's extremely faint. I've got one choice. I start compressions on Callen, "One, two, three, four..." I count to myself. He doesn't respond, "Don't make me do this, G!" Please don't make me kiss you.
And as I am about to do it, he coughs. He jerks into an upright position and sputters out the water in his lungs.
"You good man," Deeks ask.
"What...do...you...think...Deeks..." He says in between gasp for air.
"Hey," someone yells from a distance, "Anyone here?"
"In here," I yell. Two paramedics come in with a oxygen tank. The see that Callen is drenched and come over to him. I let him go and they run through the normal medical routine. They give him a mask to out over his face. He gulps in the pure air until he calms down. They put a blanket around his shoulders but he shrugs it off.
"I'm good," he protest and tries to get up. I help him up. He staggers at first but regains his balance, "I'm good." He says it to me.
"Ok," I smile.
"Why are you smiling?"
"Cause I remember you can't swim," I laugh.
"Not funny, Sam."
"It kinda is," Kensi starts laughing to.
"Yea yea keep laughing..."