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A/N: French terms are in italics and translation in parenthesis.

Chapter 3: Reoccurring Nightmare- G Callen

                Former Navy SEAL Sam Hanna surveyed the area around the building.
“How does it look Sam?” Kensi asked.
“Looks like we need to hurry up and get in there.” Eric’s voice came through their communication buds.
“Guys, something just started blocking the heat sensors. I can’t see where they are. I’m trying to override it but until I do, be careful.”
“Will do Eric.” G replied.
“Why do I get the feeling that he’s only talking to you when he says that?”Sam asked.
“Jealous much, Sam?” G asked, thinking about how they lost Dom. “You know he means everybody.”
“Sure.” They approached the open door and quietly entered. They listened carefully to see if they could hear the killers in the building. If they were still there, they were extremely quiet. The trio carefully cleared each room, watching for the killers and each other’s back. They finally approached the room where they expected to find the person they were trying to save. She was sitting in a chair with her hands and feet tied together. She was blindfolded and her mouth taped.
“Cynthia Glover?” Kensi asked. The woman nodded. “We’re with NCIS. We’re here to help you.” Kensi carefully approached her and removed the blindfold and tape.
“Oh thank God, you’re here.”Her voice was trembling. “I thought they were going to shoot me.”
“Did you know these men?”
“No, never seen them before. Is my brother safe?”
“Yes.” Sam said. “He’s in protective custody right now.”
“Good.” She began rubbing her wrists, trying to get the blood flowing in them again. “Which one of you is Callen?”
“That’s me.” G said turning to face her.
“They said to give you a message. ‘If you don’t know where you came from, how will you know where you’re going? If you don’t know who you are, how do you know who you can become?’ What does that mean?” The agents gave each other a “not again” look.
“They are making it seem like they have information about my past.”
“Did they leave any other information?” Kensi asked.
“No, just that.”
“If they’re serious, they’ll contact me. I’m not going on a wild goose chase again until I’m sure.” G said.
The EMTs arrived and took Cynthia to the hospital and the trio drove back to NCIS. The trail of the killers had grown cold. They were officially underground. The team couldn’t do anything until they made a move. Therefore, Hetty sent them all home.

                Eric and G went home to cook dinner together. G was very proud of himself, he was finally stable. He was happy being in one place. As long as that place was with Eric. He had a home, not just a roof over his head. He had a family; Eric’s family accepted him and he talked with them as much as Eric. He had a feeling of belonging. Eric was teaching him to cook; he was learning to be domestic- cleaning the house and his clothes. He didn’t even mind taking care of the yard. Life was good for him.
                Dinner was pasta and marinara sauce. Eric was chopping items for the salad and G was stirring the sauce. The breadsticks would be done in a few minutes. The couple was able to have dinner most nights together in the dining room of their condo. It was much better than the two of them living in Eric’s apartment. Eric came up behind G and put his arms around his husband’s waist.
“I know why you say it.”
“Say what?” G asked.
“When I say come home to me, you say ‘I’ll to the best I can to be careful’. It took me a while to accept that. But after Dom died, I understood it better. Our line of work is dangerous. Sometimes I wonder if that is why I chose to work with the computers. I’d be so scared to do some of the things you, Sam and Kensi do.”
“I’m scared too sometimes. We only know so much about our situations and even that is suspect at times.” The timer on the oven went off and Eric grabbed a potholder to remove the breadsticks from the oven. He set them on the counter to cool.
“So, you think Sam was really jealous?” G chuckled.
“Of course he was. But I know you meant for everyone to be careful.” They set the table and ate dinner.
                After washing the dishes, Eric suggested that they take a walk on the beach near their condo. It was a nice night, not chilly yet and the sun was about an hour from setting. G grabbed Eric’s hand as they left their front porch. He loved it when they could walk together and hold hands. He was so used to being undercover and hiding so much about himself. It was great that he could be who he wanted and needed to be with Eric.
                As they walked, they could see other couples taking advantage of the nice weather just as they were. They walked over to a bench and sat down, watching the surfers and children playing in the water.
“Wonder how the surf will be this weekend?” Eric mused.
“I thought it was supposed to rain.”
“If it doesn’t and we don’t have to work, wanna surf Saturday morning? George and Sally said they miss us. I’ll make us all a big breakfast when we come back.”
“As long as you don’t keep me up all night Friday. I don’t usually have the energy I want when you do.”
“Awww, but you love it when I do.” He leaned closer to kiss him.
“I must confess, I do.” Behind them, G could hear Otis, the local ice cream man. He was ringing his bell announcing that he was at the boardwalk. “There’s Otis, right on time. My treat?” He asked.
“Sure. My usual.”
“Be right back.” G got up to head to the truck. Eric sat there a second and decided he didn’t want his usual cherry bomb.
“Hey G,” he turned to look for him “I changed my…mind.” He didn’t see his husband right away. And he should have, the boardwalk was full of kids. G should have stood out like a sore thumb. “G?” Eric got up from the bench to head towards the truck, calling his husband’s name. There was no response. He approached the truck and looked all around it just incase he was waiting for all of the kids to place their orders first. There was no sign of G Callen.
                Panic set in and Eric pulled out his phone to call G. He heard it ring, following the sound, only to find it on the ground. He picked it up and called G’s name again. There was no answer. He knew the secret code and called in an Agent Needs Assistant from G’s phone. It would go straight to Hetty’s phone. As soon as he did, he felt a gun to his back and a gravelly voice telling him to move. As he did, he was able to send an Agent Needs Assistant from his own phone. The gunman pushed him towards a van and pushed him in. That was the last thing he remembered.

                G woke up in a cold, concrete room. His whole body ached from how he was thrown on the floor. He immediately reached for his cell phone and discovered that it was gone. There was a light on the room; he could be grateful for at least that. He sat up, trying to get his bearings. There was very little furniture, one window up near the ceiling. To his left there was a flight of stairs. He deducted that he was in a basement. But where? And where was Eric? Just behind him, he heard a cough and a groan.
“Eric?” He turned to his left and ran to his husband. “Are you ok?” Eric nodded as G kissed the lump on his forehead.
“My head hurts, but I think I’m ok. What about you?”
“A little achy but I’ll live.”
“Any idea where we are?”
“Some kind of basement. Maybe we can see something through the window.” G grabbed the chair and stood on his toes to look outside the window.
“Anything?”
“Nothing recognizable.” He stepped down. “I wish I had my phone but I guess who ever took us has it.”
“Mine too. But I was able to send Agent Needs Assistant from both of our phones.”
“Good. So when we’re not at headquarters who gets them?”
“I sent them to Hetty and Director Vance’s phones.”
“Vance? Start at the top huh?”
“Well, I figured if our team is one of his best, and two key parts are missing he should be one of the first to know.”
“Is there anybody at headquarters with your search skills?”
“Not really. Kensi is getting better but she has a long way to go with the programming skills. Their best bet is Abby. She can do a lot from D.C.”G reached out and took Eric’s hand.
“At least this time you don’t have to worry about me since we’re together.”
“True.” As they stood closer to each other, the door opened at the top of the stairs. Heavy footsteps made their way down. Before them stood several men dressed in black and with what looked like military boots on their feet. G stood in front of his husband as what looked like the ringleader stepped closer. His hair was black, long and appeared greasy. He was unshaven and had an evil look in his eyes.
                He walked a circle around them, grinning and grunting as he walked. G matched him look for look, ready to protect himself and his husband. The man reached out to touch Eric’s face and G blocked him. The man made an “oooo” sound like he was supposed to be scared and laughed as the others laughed with him.
“Comment mignon (how sweet). He wants to protect his lover.” The Frenchman laughed again and blew a kiss at Eric. G could feel Eric grab the back of his shirt.
“Who are you and what do you want with us?”G asked.
“Oh, such anger and fear. We must do something about that, oui?”
“What do you want?” G asked again, determined to get an answer.
“Maintenant, maintenant, (now, now) Monsieur (Mister) Cal-len.” He replied. “Telle impatience (such impatience).” He ran his finger down the side of G’s cheek and then down Eric’s followed by a low growl of sexual nature. “Hmmm, so sexy.” The couple backed away in disgust.
“How do you know my name?”
“I know you both. Mon secret est mon secret (my secret is my secret).” He said smiling. “We have need of you. Your armed forces have our leader in custody and we need him released.”
“Then you’ve been given the wrong information. You’ve got the wrong people.” Eric said, finally finding his voice. “We don’t have that kind of clearance.”
“Ah, he does speak.”The Frenchman said. “Peut-etre (perhaps) Monsieur Beal, you don’t have it exactly, but you can get the job done. I know you can.”
“And how do you know this?”
“You think I would know vouz noms (your names) and not know what it is you do?”The Frenchman stood steadfast in front of them, staring them down. “You will do this for us.”
“And if we refuse?”G asked.
“Ah mais (but) Monsieur Cal-len, you can not. I’ll give you two raisons (reasons) why,” He motioned to one of the other guys to bring him something. “this enveloppe and your husband.” Eric’s grip on G’s shirt became tighter. The envelope had G Callen written neatly on the front. “In this enveloppe is the answer to every question you have ever had about your life.” G’s heart skipped with excitement to be so close to the answers he’s always wanted. But his mind overruled with caution. “You love your husband, oui?”
G swallowed and answer without hesitation, “Yes.”
“Bon (good). We shall soon see how much he loves you.” G narrowed his eyes in question. The Frenchman turned to Eric and asked him the same question. “Monsieur Beal, do you love your husband?”
“Yes.”
“Would you do anything for him?” Eric paused, but answered quickly.
“Yes, I’d do anything so he could find out about his past.”The Frenchman smiled.
“Juste je pensee (just as I thought). You release our leader; he gets to know his past.”
“Ok.” Eric agreed without hesitation. G pushed him to a corner where they could talk privately, well as privately as they could.
“Eric, you can’t do this.” He harshly whispered.
“Baby, it’s your past. Everything will be ok. When I enter the system, I can probably overcome all the firewalls. The sooner we release him the sooner we can get home and you can read about your family.”
“I love you but this is why you’re the computer geek. Things like this are never this easy.” G whispered. “No real true negotiation or exchange is ever this easy. There’s something else.”
“If there were don’t you think he would tell us?”
“No!” He emphasized, as quietly as he could. “That’s the whole point. The element of surprise is what he’s after.” Eric looked over at the man as he taunted him with the envelope.
“But it’s your past. You can find out who you are, find out about your family.”
“Eric, I know who I am. The team is my family, your family is my family, you are my family. There will be other opportunities. If he found it, we still can. Maybe someone else has it too.”
“But we’ve been searching for so long and have come up empty every time.” G hung his head and sighed. “Baby, how hard can it be? It might not even take that long. Let me do this for you. I love you and I want you to know what’s in that envelope.”
“Suppose there’s nothing? Suppose it’s…it’s a joke? What then?”
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take, for you.” Eric put his hands on his husband’s face and kissed his lips. “I trust you with my life all the time. This time, will you trust me with yours?” G searched Eric’s eyes then nodded silently because the worried lump in his throat wouldn’t let him speak. Hand in hand, they turned to face the Frenchman.
“I release your leader; you’ll give him the envelope and let us go?”
“Oui, that is the deal.” Eric nodded in reassurance to G.
“Ok then. Show me the computer.”
The Frenchman pointed to the stairs. The thugs all parted and one led them up the stairs to a room that looked like the comm room at their headquarters. The couple looked around nervously, making mental notes about the room. The Frenchman offered Eric the seat in front of the computer and G started to walk over to stand behind him when two of the thugs held him back by his arms.
“Hey, what’s going on? I just want to stand behind him.”
“I don’t want you to distract him.”
“I’m ok G.” Eric said.
The thugs sat G down in a chair. He could still see Eric, but he was far enough away from the door that he couldn’t make a run for it even if he wanted to. It would mean leaving Eric behind. There was no way he was going to do that. Eric began typing on the computer and got into the first firewall. It was encrypted. He started the encryption, sat back in the chair and crossed his arms to wait.
“Why did you stop?”
“The first firewall is encrypted. I have to wait for the computer to decode it. It could take a while.”
“A while?”
“Yeah, anywhere between 15 minutes and a few hours.” The Frenchman nodded.
“Good thing I thought of something for you to do in your down time.” G and Eric both sat up.
“I’m good waiting here. In the chair.”
“But Jean-Luc is bored.” One of the thugs came over, turned the chair around and stood in front of Eric. “Why don’t you show Jean-Luc what your favorite way to please your husband is?” Eric’s eyes widened with shock.
“Wh..what?”
“I knew there was something. Leave Eric alone; let me do it while he works. Use me instead. I’m used to this, he’s not. ” G said.
“Ah, but while he is waiting for it to finish, he is not working.” Jean-Luc began running his hand over the front of this trousers, showing Eric what he wanted him to do whether it was Eric’s favorite thing to do or not. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-erect penis that was waiting for Eric’s pouty lips. Eric glanced at the computer screen to see that it had only decoded 10% of the code.
“Suck.” Jean-Luc said, his accent incredibly thick. G could tell by the way he said the word that he didn’t know much English. Eric looked at the Frenchman.
“You didn’t say anything about this.”
“But you did say that you would do anything for him, oui?”He pointed at G. G was shaking his head, indicating for Eric not to do it. But before Eric could refuse again, Jean-Luc grabbed Eric’s chin, opening his mouth and placing himself inside of it.
“Damn it! NO!!!” G tried to get up but the two thugs each hit him in the stomach, making him sit back down. Jean-Luc began thrusting his pelvis more and more towards Eric’s face as Eric reluctantly performed oral sex on him. The bitter taste of his semen soon hit Eric’s tongue and before he could turn his head to spit, Jean-Luc made him swallow. Eric gagged and choked then tried to make himself vomit but Jean-Luc stopped him.
“No! Swallow!!” Eric desperately tried to cough everything back up, but it didn’t work.
“Ah, the encryption is done.” The Frenchman said. He turned the chair and Eric back towards the computer. Humiliated and scared, Eric began the next step. He made it though two other firewalls before he hit another encryption. The thugs laughed. The two holding G threatened bodily harm if he tried to get up. Eric was his husband; he was going to try. G received a blow to each jaw for his efforts.
“G, calm down. It’ll be over soon.” Eric said, trying to sound hopefully.
“I don’t want you to do this. You can’t. You don’t do this stuff.”
“He does not have a choice.”The Frenchman stated as he motioned for another man to take advantage of the down time. “Gerard likes to be sucked hard, Monsieur Beal.” Gerard laughed as he unzipped his pants. Eric had just a second to take deep breath before Gerard stuffed himself into his mouth. He grabbed the back of Eric’s head as he thrust more and more. “He will enjoy it more when you relax.” The Frenchman teased. He said something that G couldn’t translate and the others laughed. The computer indicated that it was done but Gerard wouldn’t let Eric go. He also made Eric swallow and then lick him clean, laughing the whole time.
                Eric turned back to the computer and tried his best to get to the information as quickly as possible. He was beginning to feel sick to his stomach. He had swallowed some of G’s semen before but it had never made his stomach feel like this. He hit another encryption wall but it decoded before he had to do anything else. Without the other computers he was used to, there was no way for him to tell how close he was to being done. As he typed, he could feel the hands of other men, running through his hair, saying things in French that he couldn’t translate. If he tried to lean forward to get away from them, they would just pull him back. The group cheered with the next encryption wall came up. They pawed at him, wondering who would get a turn.
                The Frenchman ordered them back and for Eric to stand. Eric stood nervously; his knees were beginning to knock. The Frenchman walked around him, touching him and grabbing his behind.
“So far so good, Monsieur Beal.” He growled again at the firm yet soft feel of Eric’s but. “Tell me, what do you love for your husband to do to you?” He asked with the most evil grin in his face. Eric didn’t want to tell for fear of what would happen. His silence angered their captor. “There must be something. Anything?” They both looked at G, who face was beginning to swell. He nodded to the thugs and they each struck him in the face again.
“No!!!” Eric screamed and he was stopped by The Frenchman as he tried to help G.
“You stand here.” Eric stood still blinking back tears. “Maintenant, dis moi (Now tell me).”
Eric could no longer hold back his tears because he knew the moment he said it, that it would be done to him.
“I…I…love for him to be inside me.” He whispered through his tears.
“Quoi? (What?) Louder. I did not hear you.”Eric took a deeper breath as his tears became unstoppable. G could feel his fear. He knew what was going to happen as soon as Eric repeated it. G did something he didn’t usually do; he began to pray.
“I love for my husband to be inside me.”
“Ah, that’s what I thought you said.” And before he could do anything, the computer beeped. G wondered if his prayer that been answered that quickly. Eric sat back down, trying to type through his tears. It seemed as if everything Eric typed was the magic word. He found the list and changed the information for Lucian DuPont to be set free. Confirmation came just as quickly as he typed it in.
                Eric was proud of himself, he had done what was required and now they were going to be let go. He made the mistake to turning to The Frenchman and smiling.
“You know what is coming next, oui?”
“Yes you’re going to give G the envelope and let us go.”
“Oui, after we get confirmation.”
“But it’s on the screen. Right here.” Eric said as he pointed to it. “He’s released. He’ll probably be out in three hours or so.”
“We will wait for the phone call.” He indicated to the cell phone sitting on the desk. “Until then, stand up.” Eric resisted and the others thugs grabbed him from the chair. G sprang from his chair to pull Eric away and was thrown back into it. It slammed against the wall and knocked the wind out of him. The Frenchman said something G couldn’t translate again and the two thugs began to tape him to the chair by his legs, arms, around his chest and a piece of tape over his mouth. It didn’t stop him from trying to “walk” the chair across the floor to Eric.
“You have done well Monsieur Beal. And now, we will celebrate. Strip for me.” Eric was horrified. “Pierre, Jacques, aidez il (help him).” The two thugs helped undress Eric and immediately began touching him all over with their nasty, perverted hands. The Frenchman slapped one of his but cheeks.
“I bet you like that, oui?” he did he again, harder and Eric yelled. “Hmmm…yes. Yell like a good boy.” He yanked down Eric’s boxers and he slapped both cheeks. The tears flowed down G’s face, as he was helpless in saving his husband. Eric was pushed against the table and his hands taped above his head. Their captors laughed and grunted, The Frenchman grunting the loudest. “Be a good boy and open wide for me.”He kicked Eric’s legs open and spread them. Eric’s backside was exposed for all the French thugs to see. G couldn’t stand how they were humiliating him and putting his life in danger. As soon as they were spread to his liking, he shoved his hard erection inside causing Eric to scream in pain. There was no foreplay, no loving preparation, no lubricant, no condoms.
                G’s eyes widened with shock and disbelief. His protesting cries fell on deaf ears. He screamed behind the tape, he voice getting lost in the revelry. And after a few menacing thrusts, someone else took a turn. And a few minutes later, someone else. And so on and so on. He tried to blink back tears to keep an eye on his husband but they clouded his vision. They beat and slapped Eric. They constantly slammed his body into the metal table. The bruises were red, black and blue and covered the other bruises. His skin was red and soon blood was running down his legs. The thugs didn’t even care that they were covered in blood. Eric’s blood. With every blow to Eric’s body, another piece of G’s heart shattered.
                Eric fell to the floor from fear and exhaustion. The thugs made him stand up. He was crying. Every sob seemed to be followed by a body blow, almost as if they were trying to make him to stop crying. By this time, there were about 14 men in the room, tossing Eric around like a hot potato. They each had several turns in raping him and forcing him to perform oral sex. G could see Eric was giving up. G could feel that his voice was gone but he had to make sure Eric was safe. The Frenchman nodded to the thugs and they picked up Eric and carried him into another room. G tried with all of his might to “walk” his chair after him, but the two thugs torturing him didn’t let it happen. The last thing G remembered was his chair falling over and his husband’s limp and tired body being dragged out of the room.

                G Callen sat the foot of the bed, trying to keep himself from trembling and shaking too much. This dream- no nightmare was too much for him. But it wasn’t something he just dreamed; he was there and so was Eric. It really happened. Soon he felt two loving hands beginning to make comforting circles on his back. He jumped a little.
“Are my hands cold?” Eric asked.
“No. I didn’t realize you were awake. Did I wake you?”
“Not really. I just felt a coolness next to me.” Eric swung his legs over the foot of the bed and sat next to his husband, placing an arm around his waist. “Same nightmare?” G nodded.
“I can’t get it out of my head. How’d you do it?”
“It took some time and my therapist is a great help. I have an appointment tomorrow morning. You should come with me. I can call Hetty and let her know we’ll both be late.”
“You don’t have to go with me. I know where the office is.”
“Baby it’s been six months and you haven’t been yet. The therapist will help. I only have it occasionally now. And I am starting to accept French things into my life again.”
“I just…”
“I know. But she will help. Her specialty is rape victims and their significant others. Dr. Andrews says that the significant others often have more of a problem getting over the rape than the victims. And some couples don’t make it.”
“We’ll make it. We have vows and love between us.”
“And we earned the right to get the envelope. Now you need to earn the right to look at it.”
“You’ve seen the information?” Eric nodded.
“Last week, I told Hetty I felt that I could look at some of it. Nate was there to make sure I was ok.”
“Then you can tell me what’s in there.”
“I could. But I want you to see if for yourself. You have more questions than I do and I think they will be answered as you read it.”G hung his head and sighed.
“I don’t want to relive that horrible day.”
“I know you don’t, but you relive it every time you have the nightmare.” Eric placed his chin on G’s shoulder. “Maybe you need some incentive, besides getting the nightmare to go away.”
“Incentive? Like what?”
“Your parents are alive and still married.” G turned to look at Eric. “And you have siblings and nieces and nephews. And one set of grandparents.”
“What? My parents are still together?” G was blinking back tears. “And I have siblings.”
“I’ve even heard your parent’s voices.”
“You called them?”
“No, I listened while Nate and Hetty called. She told them the basic situation and that we were in therapy, hoping to meet them soon. They’re anxious to meet both of us, but they want to make sure we’re ready to. They want us to take our time. So Hetty said she would keep in touch with them until we could contact them ourselves.” Tears fell from G’s eyes.
“You risked your life for me. HIV and STD testing for the rest of your life. We can’t even make love the way we want to for fear of HIV. Even if I stop having the nightmare, the repercussions are with forever with us.”
“I know. But the fact that we’re alive and together outweighs that for me.” Eric kissed G’s cheek. “Here’s another incentive; I know what the G stands for.”
“You do?” Eric nodded and whispered it into his ear. G smiled. “Really? That’s my real name?” His smile got bigger and bigger. “That’s my name?”
“You’re gonna have to earn the right to look at it and find out why. But baby it’s going to be worth it.” G nodded. “Come on; let’s go back to bed so we can be refreshed for Dr. Andrews tomorrow.” They both crawled back towards the pillows, Eric placing the covers over them. G pulled his husband closer to him.
“I’m so glad I have you in my life. I love you babe.”
“I love you too.”
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