Requiem for the boy

Chapter 13

Callen sat, not moving for what turned out to be an hour before the door opened and Jake and Charlie walked into the darkened room.

"He should be out cold by now; we slipped a little extra in his coke." Jake's deep drawl cut across the darkness.

"Oh please, Jake, if he's asleep…he's compliant, let me have an hour with him, you know how I like it when he's like this." Charlie begged.

"Shit, the light bulb has blown and he's not in his bed," Jake snarled having flicked the switch for the light to come on and nothing was working.

"Maxie boy, Charlie's here!" Charlie called softly sniggering.

Both men stopped at the sound of a click.

"Max…ya ain't doing nothing stupid are ya, you know what she will do if you don't do as she said." Jake said his voice wavering.

"Deeks isn't here." Callen's voice cut quietly across the room and both men froze.

"Who the hell are you?" Jake snarled.

"His friend," Callen said.

Charlie laughed, "Max ain't got no friends, you trying to keep him for yourself."

Callen moved and both men instinctively turned towards the sound not being able to see in the darkness.

"You can't shoot us boy, ya can't see its dark in here."

Callen let out a guttural laugh that chilled both men to the bones, "I'm not a boy…and it ain't too dark for me."

"W….What are you?" Charlie's voice shook with fear.

"I'm retribution. I'm here to give you a message for that bitch you call a boss." Callen moved swift silent and deadly and Charlie heard Jake drop to the ground. "I…Is he dead?"

Callen laughed, "No…you think I would let you off that easy…."

Charlie stood shaking he couldn't see, but whoever/whatever this was could. Callen put his hand on Charlie's shoulder and he screamed.

Down in the lobby the man on reception laughed, Gentry was getting his paycheck taken out of his ass again.

Half an hour later Callen walked downstairs and up to reception, he dropped a fifty on the desk. "You never saw me, wait five minutes then call the paramedics.

"You give Gentry what for, I don't care…"The man's rants were cut off by Callen grabbing the back of his head and smashing him face first into the desk.

"Gentry's checking out." Callen snarled.

The man whimpered and nodded Callen pocketed his fifty and walked out.

Kensi sat in the Car, sleeping against the window; she awoke as Callen climbed in.

"You ok?" She asked,

Callen smiled, "Yep, I don't think Frieda will be a problem for Deeks anymore. I 'talked' to Jake and Charlie who passed a message on for me to anyone else she tries to send."

Kensi nodded. "Helpful of them," She said, she had noticed the flecks of blood on Callen's shirt but she also knew better than to mention anything.

Sam sat outside Deeks' room as Doctors and nurses ran in and out. A Doctor walked up to him, "Are you with Mr….Deeks?" he asked checking the name is on the chart.

Sam nodded, "Is everything ok?"

"He coded as he came in, we have stabilized him for now, he is awake but he is extremely combative, we have had to put him in restraints, he's tried to stab himself twice, he isn't a danger to the staff but he has been a major danger to himself." The doctor said. "What happened to him?"