Thanks for all the reviews. Here is the final chapter for this short story. Enjoy!

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Title: Anniversary

Rating: T

Warning: None

Story Details and Full Disclaimer in Chapter 1: My stories are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. This is a work intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by CBS and the producers of NCIS:LA.

Reviews appreciated and welcomed

Distilled Spirits

Chapter 4

"What do they mean by controlled release?" G asked his partner after he climbed into the passenger's seat of his Jaguar XK.

"You are still suffering from the effects of the tequila and under direct doctor's care," Sam said, revving the engine.

"You love driving my car and revving its engine."

"Yes." Sam grinned. "And you are not able to drive until the doctor releases you."

"Great, are you going to hold my hand when he does?"

His partner shot him a look and backed the Jaguar out of its parking space in the hospital's parking garage. "I hope you don't expect me to cover for your hallucinations."

"Are we starting this again?"

"Yes, and I'm not going to stop bantering you about it."

"And what's wrong with an escort service?"

"Or a talking helicopter for that matter?"

G sighed extra loud and crossed his arms. He stared out the windshield.

"Hetty has a new ops for us." Sam decided to let his partner off the hook, at least for now.

"I suppose I am restricted from that too."

"Nope." He pulled behind NCIS Headquarters and parked the Jaguar. "No restrictions."

"According to whom?"

"Hetty." Sam unbuckled his seatbelt. "Well, there is one."

"Okay, lay it on me."

"You can't drive."

"Besides that?"

"You can't wrestle."

"What?" G shot his partner a look.

Sam climbed out of the Jaguar and strode toward the side entrance to NCIS Headquarters. "What no come back?"

G came along side him. "You are overdo for a rematch."

"Ah, there's the partner banter I've been missing."

"It was only a week."

"Four days two long."

They entered the building and strode toward the bullpen.

"Callen, welcome back," Kensi said.

"Thanks, Kens," G said. "At least someone missed me."

Sam shot him a look. "Keep pressing this."

"You said you wouldn't let up."

"Talk to any UFO's lately?" Deeks asked.

"What?"

"Unidentified Flying Objects."

"I heard you the first time," G said. "So this is going to be the next harassment, my own team turning against me."

Before anyone could answer, Eric whistled with his newest accoutrement, a B & R police whistle.

"That's it!" G rushed over to the stairs and chased after Eric, trying to grab the whistle from him.

"I think you got him good," Deeks said, grinning wide.

"Thanks for finding it for Eric," Sam said.

The team ascended the stairs to the OPS Center and entered the secure room to see Eric standing on the light table with his hand raised high in the air.

Sam watched his partner start to climb onto the light table. "I don't know if it can hold both of you."

"It better because I'm going to kill him."

"Down G, I put him up to it."

"What?" He climbed off the light table and faced his partner. "You?"

"It was a joke."

"Some joke." G crossed his arms and faced the high definition video screen.

Eric climbed off the far side of the light table, skirting a wide circle around Callen.

Hetty strode into the OPS Center. "Welcome back, Mr. Callen."

"Thanks Hetty." At least his supervisor was not in on the new bantering.

"We have a serious breach at a secret facility outside of Los Angeles."

"How serious?" G asked.

"Serious enough to send an alert to all top secret military facilities within 343 miles."

"343 miles?"

"Yes, Mr. Callen, 343 miles."

"Why not 400 miles?"

"The military requested that specific number."

G glanced at her sideways.

"Mr. Beale." She nodded at the tech to begin the video. "The facility manufactures a liquid which can be volatile when it comes into contact with certain people. A small percentage of the population has proven to be susceptible to its properties."

"How so?" Mr. Callen asked.

"Mr. Beale?"

Eric presented the next video of Area 51.

"This military facility is most vulnerable and it falls within the 343 mile range it specified."

G gawked at the video screen. She had to be joking.

"Problem, Mr. Callen?"

"Isn't that Area 51 in Nevada?"

"Yes, it is."

"Is there something I'm missing here?" G shifted his weight from foot to foot and sighed. Something about this ops was all wrong.

"It appears they hallucinate and see and talk to UFOs," Hetty said, with a straight face.

"You're kidding… right?"

"Would I joke with you, Mr. Callen, especially on your first day out of the hospital?"

"Everyone else has so I wouldn't put it past you."

Instead of answering her agent's concerns she said, "The address is on your cell phones."

G stood staring at her open-mouthed.

"Come on G, let's go."

"Wait a minute, what does that facility manufacture?" He asked, arms still crossed, facing his supervisor and waiting for an answer.

"It manufactures…" Hetty said, pausing for maximum emphasis. "Distilled agave spirits."

The end.

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