Search and Rescue

Callen and the team breach a warehouse full of arms dealers, but not all goes as planned, especially for the team leader.

The NCIS team approached a small warehouse along the harborside. All four agents had their guns drawn and were ready to infiltrate.

Hetty and Nell were seated next to Eric in the ops center looking through the warehouse blue prints for any other potential entry points besides those Callen had already identified.

Eric's voice sounded through their comms system. "Narek Petrossian is a known Armenian arms dealer who until yesterday, hadn't been in the US for fifteen years. He fled in 2003 right after he stole a full shipment of automatic weapons from a storage facility in San Francisco. The guns he stole and sold have been traced to weapons used in killings all through Southern Africa. Today, he's planning on doing the same thing in LA and has no plans of ever returning to the States. Our satellite reads pinned him to this warehouse."

Callen nodded in confirmation and looked at his team. "Stealth mode entry, silent take downs and when someone gets eyes on Narek, no kill shots, just inform through comms. We need him alive so he can tell us the location of the shipment."

Deeks, Kensi, and Sam nodded in understanding. "Okay then, let's get this guy." The team leader concluded.

The four agents quickly crouched down and crept across the boarded dock towards the target building. Once they reached the structure they all leaned against the outside wall and kneeled awaiting further commands for infiltration.

"I'll take the back entrance, Deeks and Kens through the front, Sam take the window on the side." Callen directed briefly. The foursome swiftly split as Callen rounded to the back of the building, Sam following close behind.

Kensi and Deeks did not have far to move and were already at the front awaiting their team leader's count to move in. Kensi checked the door and found that it was unlocked.

"Set." Deeks spoke through comms to let Callen know they were ready to move in.

Sam followed his friend around the side of the building and located the window Callen had referred to. He placed his hands along the glass and tried to push it open but the window didn't budge. Sam turned to look at his partner who was glancing around the next corner and then saw him quickly disappear to the back of the building.

Sam turned his attention back to his entry point and brushed the bottom of the window. He found a rusted clip that he hooked his index finger around. With some force, he pulled at the lock and heard the clip detach. The senior agent placed his fingers against the glass again and gave it a quick shove, this time, successfully jarring the window open an inch.

"Set." Sam voiced.

Hetty, Eric, and Nell listened on in anticipation, awaiting Callen's order to move in. They had no eyes on this op, only audio. They heard the faint noise of soft breaths coming from each of their prized agents and friends, but nothing else.

Callen aimed his gun at the back door he had just located. He placed his hand on the knob and twisted it to find the handle locked. The senior agent quickly swung his weapon to his back and knelt to the ground reaching in his rear pocket for his kit to unlock the door. G expertly tinkered with the door until he heard the latch click as it released.

The team leader closed the kit and reached his arm behind him to slide the small box into his pocket again. The agent's eyes were still down but as he turned his head back towards the entryway, the door suddenly flew open. Callen felt the impact of the metal frame slam against the crown of his nose which knocked his whole body backwards. The door had made contact with his knee as well and the agent grunted in pain and surprise as he reached for his bleeding face.

"Callen, status." Sam urgently requested after hearing a sudden loud bang and pained grunt come from who he thought had been his friend. He had no idea what had just happened.

A tall bearded man blew through the open door and jumped onto Callen's sidelying body. G struggled to flip onto his back to achieve a better defensive position but the man roughly worked to flip the agent to his front. Callen groaned again once he was pinned prone to the dock boards.

"Cops! Let's go!" A voice shouted from inside the warehouse.

"G! Report!" Sam voiced again, desperate to know the status of his partner.

"Execute!" Callen's strained voice ordered through comms. He then knocked his head backwards colliding it with the man on top of him and luckily knocked the perp off balance. The agent scrambled to his feet and pulled the gun from his thigh holster out with expert speed aiming it straight at the man who surely had just broken his nose.

Sam pushed the window open and stepped through the small opening into the warehouse. He saw two men hastily gathering equipment in the room he'd just entered and aimed his weapon at them. Both men turned and reached for their guns at their sides but Sam was faster. The agent clipped each of them in the leg causing them to drop like bricks to the floor in pain. He moved to zip tie their hands together and continued his sweep through the warehouse.

Kensi and Deeks had entered through the front and were attempting to secure the large open area in the center of the building.

"Let me see your hands." Callen grumbled. Blood was flowing freely down one side of his nose. He blinked his eye rapidly trying to get his vision to clear but his hands stayed skillfully still.

Sam continued his sweep but Callen's pained voice echoed in the back of his mind. He needed to get to his partner but he knew he had to secure the building first. Callen could hold his own anyway.

As Sam moved his way into the open center of the warehouse, he saw Kensi and Deeks securing two perps on the ground. He then caught movement to his right. "Hey, stop! Federal agent, put your hands up!"

Sam saw three men running towards the back of the building and took off after them.

"G, at least three heading your way." Sam warned. "I'm in pursuit." He added, hoping his friend was ready.

Callen heard Sam's warning and kept his gun trained at the bearded man in front of him. He had to move fast. "Show me your hands!" The agent demanded again, rage in his voice.

The tall man started to move his hands up when a grin spread across his face. "Okay." He answered.

Callen was suddenly tackled from behind and hit the deck hard on his front. "Jesus, you're all just a bunch of fricken line backers." He mumbled. The agent didn't lose his grip on his gun and tried to buck the man off his back. However, the larger arms dealer wasted no time and slammed the butt of his gun down onto Callen's pinned forearm causing the bones beneath to snap upon impact. G let out a surprised yelp as the man grabbed the agent's gun and removed his weight from Callen's back.

"Get up." He stated but Callen was already bustling to his feet. He was alert with his adrenaline spiking as he spun around to figure out his next possible move, his dominant hand now out of commission.

Three men then burst through the door followed by Sam who had his gun aimed at one of them. He made off two shots dropping one of the perps to the ground, lifeless. "NCIS, put your hands up!" He yelled to the rest.

Sam looked over at his partner who had his left hand up in the air, his right was angled oddly down in front of his body. He also saw the blood dripping down his friend's face from a cut originating from the bridge of his nose.

Callen looked over at the man who had tackled him and quickly knew who he was. "Narek Petrossian. We've been looking for you for a long time." The team leader voiced, pain evident in his tone. Narek had his gun aimed at Callen's chest, his face was calm and unreadable.

Sam had his gun trained on Narek. "Put the gun down, it's over." Sam ordered.

The rest of the men around Narek had their guns aimed at either Sam or Callen.

"Lower your weapon to the ground or I will shoot him right now." Narek stated coldly to Sam. The agent looked at the Armenian and could tell he was ready to shoot his partner.

"Alright, alright." Sam caved. He knew Kensi and Deeks were moments from breaking through the door and could hear every word being said. They'd come through, he just hoped it would be right this moment. Sam slowly lowered his weapon to the ground, placed it there, and straightened his back out with his arms by his ears. "Just go." Sam urged.

"Good man." The Armenian stated and then without hesitation, pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit Callen in the shoulder which knocked him off balance. G clamped his hand over the agonizing pain that was suddenly pulsing through his entire right arm, taking a step back to recover his balance. However, his foot stepped over the edge of the dock and his body consequently slammed through the wood rail as he fell off the platform and into the cold water below.

TBC