I'm coming out.

Chapter 6

Callen woke up slowly; he was disorientated and had no idea where he was. He remembered being grabbed from behind by two men and Charlie sticking a needle in him, but…he wasn't in a dank and dark warehouse or basement where he had expected to be…he was in a comfortable bed in a light airy room.

He blinked as the curtains were opened and the sunlight streamed in, he looked outside, all he could see where fields and horses and cattle.

"Where am I?" he asked his voice cracking a little.

Charlie turned with a smile, "You…are a very very special man G. Callen, I don't know why but our leader gave orders for you to be brought here." She said handing him a tray with a sumptuous breakfast on it.

"I hope you like it, I made it myself." She smiled climbing next to him on the bed and offering him a slice of bacon.

Callen swallowed thickly, his throat was sore and his head ached, "How long have I been out?" he asked.

Charlie smiled at him, "A week, it was necessary. We had to do tests on your blood, we are sorry; you never said who you were."

Callen looked at him, "What do you mean who I am?" his blood turned to ice, if they had found out he was a federal agent they'd kill him for sure.

Charlie smiled, "He's been looking for you for years, but I'm not going to spoil all the fun." She kissed him. "Eat your breakfast he's dying to meet you."

"Who is?" Callen asked.

"The leader of the NBSCA." Charlie told him, "There are clean clothes in your size in the closets and the bathroom is over there," she said pointing to a door on the right. "You have all the same toiletries I remembered from your bathroom."

"Thanks?" Callen said confused.

"Eat up, I'll be back in an hour." She smiled, kissed his cheek and walked out of the room.

Callen sat there in shock, what on earth could be so important about him?

Deeks paced the floor in front of the big screen at ops re-watching the same piece of footage again and again.

"There must be more!" he said to Eric, who looked sadly over at his husband.

"Marty I've looked over a hundred times, there is nothing else, the van disappeared, Sweetheart there is no way to find him." He said softly.

Deeks looked at the sadness on Eric's face. He walked over and wrapped his arms around his husband, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you," he rubbed the pregnancy pouch on Eric's belly and felt the 'baby' kick. "I just feel like I've let him down, I was his partner and I needed to have his back." He said.

Eric smiled up at Deeks, "It's ok Marty I'll keep looking." He said.

Deeks turned around and pushed the chair Eric was sitting on towards the door, "Nope, you are going to rest, this isn't doing you or the baby any good," he said as Hetty walked up the stairs, "Hetty tell this husband of mine to rest and put his feet up." Deeks said to her.

Hetty looked at the bags under Eric's eyes. "Your husband is right Mr. Beale, you need to rest, go and have a few hours on the couch downstairs, and I'm sure Ms. Jones can take over the search for you." She said and shooed him down the stairs.

Deeks turned back to Hetty, "Thanks." He said.

She turned to him, "I would suggest you joined him, you have hardly slept in the last week." She said softly.

Deeks looked at the floor, "I failed him Hetty, and I couldn't get to him in time. I didn't want to let him down."

Hetty patted his arm and gestured to a bench on the walkway; Deeks walked over and sat down, looking over the bullpen area as she sat next to him.