Assassin Chapter 3
Title: Assassin
Rating: Chapter 3: PG-13
Author: kieksterbanjo
Warnings: Violence and shooting and all that stuff
Summary: He's one of their best trainees...but is he ready for the real thing and everything that comes with it?---- Totally AU and there is a good chance the rating will fluctuate.
Disclaimer: Would I like to own them? YES. But do I? Alas No. I would also like to make money from this and marry Benji Schwimmer from So You Think You Can Dance but one must live in the real world. *sigh*
Chapter 3
“I heard things went without a hitch in Kiev man. Nice work.” Nick looked up at the compliment and smiled as he saw his best friend Warrick enter the locker room.
“As always man. As always. We’re talking about me here, not you.” Nick joked as he and Warrick clapped hands and fell into a one arm hug. There were six 5 man/woman teams within SF. Nick and Warrick made up two fourths of the one member short team Alpha; Catherine and Sara made up the other two fourths while Grissom was the team leader. They’d been one member short of the required five members since a member of their team had been killed on a mission; hazard of the job unfortunately.
“Hey I’ve only screwed up one job and that was because the guys daughter died like two minutes before the hit! You do only get one shot at these things.” Warrick said defensively and Nick just chuckled shaking his head, “Where are you off too?” Warrick asked noticing Nick was sliding into his jacket and switching into his running shoes from his dress shoes and their shift had just started.
“I’ve got a meeting at the training house. They’ve got a mission for Greg Sanders.” Nick said with as much of a nonchalant shrug as he could manage. Truth was, every time he even THOUGHT about the upcoming proficiency his blood boiled and he started to feel like he couldn’t breath.
“I heard about that! You’re boy getting proficiency after only six months?! How the hell did that happen?” Warrick asked slapping Nick on the back.
Nick shook his head, “The kids like nothing I’ve ever seen before. He’s mastered technique that almost half the agents at this place can’t even imagine. He’s smart and intuitive and his ability to adapt to unseen events in incredible!”
Warrick shook his head, “I wish I could say that about my guy. Sam Malone just doesn’t have what it takes in my opinion.” He grimaced with a shrug, “He’s got a little bit to go in the program so there is time for improvement, but I don’t know.”
Nick recalled the name Sam Malone as one of the few remaining trainees currently in Greg’s class. Maxine Turgit was the only other member; she was being trained by Sara. “It’s all right man. This job isn’t for everyone. It isn’t your fault if someone can’t hack it.” Nick shrugged while Warrick nodded, “Though if that were by chance not the case, if it could perhaps be the trainers fault, you would totally be to blame.”
Warrick swung an arm out to punch Nick playfully as Nick dodged it and made his way to the door, “Whatever man. Just remember that it goes both ways. You’re not responsible for Greg being so good.”
“I know. I never claimed to be the reason.” Nick said softly with a sigh. He was getting that shivering breathless feeling again and he was more then tired of it.
“Hey man what do you think of my new piece? Custom trigger and everything!” Warrick said sliding the gun from its holster having not heard Nick or noticed his current state, “What do you think?” He asked admiring his new weapon.
“I don’t know what I think anymore.” Nick whispered before waving at Warrick and slipping out of the building.
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“All right Greg I’m pleased to tell you that we’ve found a mission for you for your final proficiency.”
“Well that’s great sir. Thank you.” Greg smiled as naturally as he could. It was the second time in a week he had faced his boss and his boss’ boss. He figured were he to pass his final proficiency he would be seeing them a lot, but considering up to this point he had spent most of his time with Nick and very little with the other two men he was a little skittish around this many important people this many times in one week.
Grissom stood and handed a file folder to Greg and Nick before taking his seat. Greg opened the file as Grissom spoke, “The targets name is Yuri Marochavic. Formally Ukraine Intelligence but was expelled after committing traitorous acts towards his government 6 years ago. He’s been a problem for the US government ever since. We haven’t been able to pinpoint his location since he left the Ukraine. A month ago however he was spotted in Mexico City and according to intelligence he’s set up a semi permanent existence there. This may be our one shot at getting to him. He needs to be taken out before he can do any more damage to our country.”
“Yuri Marochavic. I actually know that name.” Greg said thoughtfully, “Maybe on the news.”
“Well now you’re going to get to know him up close and personal.” Brass said.
“The file in your hand contains all you’ll need to know about Marochavic’s pervious exploits as well as his activity, as far as we know it, in Mexico. Become familiar with it, memorize it. You and Nick leave for Mexico in four days and that information is not going with you.” Grissom said pointing at the file. Greg nodded and for the first time actually looked down at the file he was given. Seeing the face of the man he was contracted to kill staring back at him made the whole situation very real. He had been fine when the thought of his first real mission had been theoretical, but now that his target had a face and a name and a story it was all a little overwhelming.
He tried to control the sudden shake of his hands and tried to push the bile that had risen into his throat back down where it belonged; he couldn’t afford to look like this was affecting him the way it was. Grissom seemed pleased by the way he was taking it and Brass, who Greg had heard really didn’t like anyone, was smiling at him as if he was actually thinking that Greg could do this. The crushing reality that he may NOT be able to do this was not something he could let show. He needed something to ground himself; he needed something that would calm him so he wouldn’t act like a child whose dog had just died (which is how he so very badly wanted to act). His frantic eyes flicked to Grissom’s right without Greg even giving them a direct order and his eyes fell on Nick. And there it was, his ground; his strength. His entire body was starting to relax. If Nick thought he could do it, then he was more then all right.
When his eyes met Nick’s however, that reassurance was no where to be found. What was there instead was a look that could kill. Nick eyes were ablaze with a fire Greg had never seen in anyone’s eyes before. Greg felt the relaxed feeling leave his body and he felt one of unease take its place.
Grissom continued completely oblivious it would appear of the look being exchanged by his two subordinates, “Now as I said Nick will be there to assist you in anyway possible up to the actual execution of the mission and then right after. You’re in good hands, isn’t that right Nick?” Grissom asked, his gaze shifting to Nick.
Nick looked half a step away from having steam come out of his ears and he didn’t even acknowledge that Grissom was speaking to him, “Nick? Nick, are you all right?” Grissom asked with a quirked eyebrow.
Nick seemed to hear him that time because he shook his gaze from Greg and looked up at his boss, “I…uh…I need to take…to take a breather.” He stumbled through his words before pushing his chair back and practically sprinting from the room.
Grissom’s expression changed to one of confusion and he turned slowly towards Brass with a ‘what the hell was that?’ look on his face. He shifted his gaze to Greg who was still looking at the space Nick had just vacated, “I’ll be right back sir.” He said quickly without even making eye contact with his boss and then made his own beeline for the door; leaving two very confused men behind.
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He caught up to Nick down the third corridor he had tried. That in itself had been a chore because Nick was moving at a pretty fast pace, “Nick!” Greg screamed from his end of the corridor. Nick didn’t even look up as he continued his walk. Greg shook his head and jogged after him.
He followed Nick through four more corridors, screaming his name, before Nick finally stopped and responded in the front foyer of the building. Well he didn’t respond so much as just stopped walking, put his hands on his hips and look up at the ceiling; with his back still the Greg, “What’s wrong Nick? What the hell was that?” Greg asked trying to catch his breath.
Nick didn’t may any inclination of answering, “Hello! Earth to Nick! I’m trying to talk to you here!” Greg said waving his arms around, “I’m trying to figure out what the hell happened back there. What was with that look? You looked like you wanted to kill someone and then you make a beeline out of the room. What happened?” Greg asked again.
This time Nick responded. He wheeled around and Greg actually took a step back at the look on his face, “Do you wanna know what happened? What happened was I just couldn’t take anymore of everyone thinking that you can do this! I couldn’t sit there and pretend that everything is going to be okay because I KNOW it’s not!” Nick screamed.
Greg felt his own anger rise at Nick’s words, “What?! You spend all this time congratulating me on how well I’m doing and then when someone else is giving me recognition you go haywire?!”
“That’s not it Greg!” Nick cried in frustration.
“Then what is it? I thought you said I could do it! I thought you said I had skill! We’re you lying cause it’s a REALLY bad time to bring it up now!”
“I wasn’t lying! You do have skill! But that’s not all it takes to do this job!” At Greg’s look of confusion Nick huffed and if he wasn’t so mad he would have laughed at the growl like sound that escaped his lips, “What does that say?” He asked pointing a finger at the sign above the reception desk.
Greg turned and looked and then looked back at Nick, “Those three words: Mente, Cuerpo, Alma?” Nick said as Greg remained silent, “Are over pretty much every door you’ve passed through for the last six months. They arc over every entrance way at SF. They’re there to remind all of us what’s important in order to do this job. And just so we’re clear they mean: Mind, Body and Soul. You need all THREE in order to be successful in this job. The SECOND one isn’t quite right you crumble.”
“What the fuck are you on about?! I don’t understand!” Greg was angry and confused.
“I’m on about the fact that you’re missing one of them! You’ve got the body and the mind for the job. You can hit any target put in front of you, you can maneuver and executes missions and you can plan them like the best of them! But you’re missing the soul! You go into the field missing that and you will NEVER be able to do your job! It’s almost MORE important then being physically or mentally ready. You have to be able to handle the fact that you’ll be killing a human being; a living breathing human being with a family and a life! If you can’t you’ll freeze up and end up getting yourself killed!” Nick continued exasperated.
“Gah! Nick, don’t you think I know that?! Don’t you think that when I looked down at that picture of Marochovic I wanted to throw up and run home?! I know I may not be ready for the real thing but you know what? I learned a long time ago that you can’t go through life being scared, or angry or wondering if you’re good enough! So if my bosses think I’m good enough then I’m going to give it all I’ve got! Do you know what I really could have used from you? Not that screaming matches and declarations that you don’t think I’m good enough aren’t GREAT!” Greg screamed sarcastically, “I could have used support. I could have used a friend that instead of downing me, made me forget that I’m scared SHITLESS about what I’m going through. Stupid me for thinking that that person could have been you.” Greg scoffed, “So you know what? I’m going to do this and while you’ll be there I don’t want anything to do with you. Regardless of what the bosses may think you’re of no help to me and hold no purpose in my life anymore.”
Greg shook his head with his hands on his hips, laughed humourlessly and then stalked past a silent yet obviously still fuming Nick towards the exit, “Oh and Nick?” He asked as he reached the door. Nick turned his head to the side so Greg could see his profile, “Vaya jódalo. And just so we’re clear, that means ‘Go fuck yourself’!” Greg spat before slamming the door behind him.
TBC
A/N: Let me know what you think:)
Rating: Chapter 3: PG-13
Author: kieksterbanjo
Warnings: Violence and shooting and all that stuff
Summary: He's one of their best trainees...but is he ready for the real thing and everything that comes with it?---- Totally AU and there is a good chance the rating will fluctuate.
Disclaimer: Would I like to own them? YES. But do I? Alas No. I would also like to make money from this and marry Benji Schwimmer from So You Think You Can Dance but one must live in the real world. *sigh*
Chapter 3
“I heard things went without a hitch in Kiev man. Nice work.” Nick looked up at the compliment and smiled as he saw his best friend Warrick enter the locker room.
“As always man. As always. We’re talking about me here, not you.” Nick joked as he and Warrick clapped hands and fell into a one arm hug. There were six 5 man/woman teams within SF. Nick and Warrick made up two fourths of the one member short team Alpha; Catherine and Sara made up the other two fourths while Grissom was the team leader. They’d been one member short of the required five members since a member of their team had been killed on a mission; hazard of the job unfortunately.
“Hey I’ve only screwed up one job and that was because the guys daughter died like two minutes before the hit! You do only get one shot at these things.” Warrick said defensively and Nick just chuckled shaking his head, “Where are you off too?” Warrick asked noticing Nick was sliding into his jacket and switching into his running shoes from his dress shoes and their shift had just started.
“I’ve got a meeting at the training house. They’ve got a mission for Greg Sanders.” Nick said with as much of a nonchalant shrug as he could manage. Truth was, every time he even THOUGHT about the upcoming proficiency his blood boiled and he started to feel like he couldn’t breath.
“I heard about that! You’re boy getting proficiency after only six months?! How the hell did that happen?” Warrick asked slapping Nick on the back.
Nick shook his head, “The kids like nothing I’ve ever seen before. He’s mastered technique that almost half the agents at this place can’t even imagine. He’s smart and intuitive and his ability to adapt to unseen events in incredible!”
Warrick shook his head, “I wish I could say that about my guy. Sam Malone just doesn’t have what it takes in my opinion.” He grimaced with a shrug, “He’s got a little bit to go in the program so there is time for improvement, but I don’t know.”
Nick recalled the name Sam Malone as one of the few remaining trainees currently in Greg’s class. Maxine Turgit was the only other member; she was being trained by Sara. “It’s all right man. This job isn’t for everyone. It isn’t your fault if someone can’t hack it.” Nick shrugged while Warrick nodded, “Though if that were by chance not the case, if it could perhaps be the trainers fault, you would totally be to blame.”
Warrick swung an arm out to punch Nick playfully as Nick dodged it and made his way to the door, “Whatever man. Just remember that it goes both ways. You’re not responsible for Greg being so good.”
“I know. I never claimed to be the reason.” Nick said softly with a sigh. He was getting that shivering breathless feeling again and he was more then tired of it.
“Hey man what do you think of my new piece? Custom trigger and everything!” Warrick said sliding the gun from its holster having not heard Nick or noticed his current state, “What do you think?” He asked admiring his new weapon.
“I don’t know what I think anymore.” Nick whispered before waving at Warrick and slipping out of the building.
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“All right Greg I’m pleased to tell you that we’ve found a mission for you for your final proficiency.”
“Well that’s great sir. Thank you.” Greg smiled as naturally as he could. It was the second time in a week he had faced his boss and his boss’ boss. He figured were he to pass his final proficiency he would be seeing them a lot, but considering up to this point he had spent most of his time with Nick and very little with the other two men he was a little skittish around this many important people this many times in one week.
Grissom stood and handed a file folder to Greg and Nick before taking his seat. Greg opened the file as Grissom spoke, “The targets name is Yuri Marochavic. Formally Ukraine Intelligence but was expelled after committing traitorous acts towards his government 6 years ago. He’s been a problem for the US government ever since. We haven’t been able to pinpoint his location since he left the Ukraine. A month ago however he was spotted in Mexico City and according to intelligence he’s set up a semi permanent existence there. This may be our one shot at getting to him. He needs to be taken out before he can do any more damage to our country.”
“Yuri Marochavic. I actually know that name.” Greg said thoughtfully, “Maybe on the news.”
“Well now you’re going to get to know him up close and personal.” Brass said.
“The file in your hand contains all you’ll need to know about Marochavic’s pervious exploits as well as his activity, as far as we know it, in Mexico. Become familiar with it, memorize it. You and Nick leave for Mexico in four days and that information is not going with you.” Grissom said pointing at the file. Greg nodded and for the first time actually looked down at the file he was given. Seeing the face of the man he was contracted to kill staring back at him made the whole situation very real. He had been fine when the thought of his first real mission had been theoretical, but now that his target had a face and a name and a story it was all a little overwhelming.
He tried to control the sudden shake of his hands and tried to push the bile that had risen into his throat back down where it belonged; he couldn’t afford to look like this was affecting him the way it was. Grissom seemed pleased by the way he was taking it and Brass, who Greg had heard really didn’t like anyone, was smiling at him as if he was actually thinking that Greg could do this. The crushing reality that he may NOT be able to do this was not something he could let show. He needed something to ground himself; he needed something that would calm him so he wouldn’t act like a child whose dog had just died (which is how he so very badly wanted to act). His frantic eyes flicked to Grissom’s right without Greg even giving them a direct order and his eyes fell on Nick. And there it was, his ground; his strength. His entire body was starting to relax. If Nick thought he could do it, then he was more then all right.
When his eyes met Nick’s however, that reassurance was no where to be found. What was there instead was a look that could kill. Nick eyes were ablaze with a fire Greg had never seen in anyone’s eyes before. Greg felt the relaxed feeling leave his body and he felt one of unease take its place.
Grissom continued completely oblivious it would appear of the look being exchanged by his two subordinates, “Now as I said Nick will be there to assist you in anyway possible up to the actual execution of the mission and then right after. You’re in good hands, isn’t that right Nick?” Grissom asked, his gaze shifting to Nick.
Nick looked half a step away from having steam come out of his ears and he didn’t even acknowledge that Grissom was speaking to him, “Nick? Nick, are you all right?” Grissom asked with a quirked eyebrow.
Nick seemed to hear him that time because he shook his gaze from Greg and looked up at his boss, “I…uh…I need to take…to take a breather.” He stumbled through his words before pushing his chair back and practically sprinting from the room.
Grissom’s expression changed to one of confusion and he turned slowly towards Brass with a ‘what the hell was that?’ look on his face. He shifted his gaze to Greg who was still looking at the space Nick had just vacated, “I’ll be right back sir.” He said quickly without even making eye contact with his boss and then made his own beeline for the door; leaving two very confused men behind.
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He caught up to Nick down the third corridor he had tried. That in itself had been a chore because Nick was moving at a pretty fast pace, “Nick!” Greg screamed from his end of the corridor. Nick didn’t even look up as he continued his walk. Greg shook his head and jogged after him.
He followed Nick through four more corridors, screaming his name, before Nick finally stopped and responded in the front foyer of the building. Well he didn’t respond so much as just stopped walking, put his hands on his hips and look up at the ceiling; with his back still the Greg, “What’s wrong Nick? What the hell was that?” Greg asked trying to catch his breath.
Nick didn’t may any inclination of answering, “Hello! Earth to Nick! I’m trying to talk to you here!” Greg said waving his arms around, “I’m trying to figure out what the hell happened back there. What was with that look? You looked like you wanted to kill someone and then you make a beeline out of the room. What happened?” Greg asked again.
This time Nick responded. He wheeled around and Greg actually took a step back at the look on his face, “Do you wanna know what happened? What happened was I just couldn’t take anymore of everyone thinking that you can do this! I couldn’t sit there and pretend that everything is going to be okay because I KNOW it’s not!” Nick screamed.
Greg felt his own anger rise at Nick’s words, “What?! You spend all this time congratulating me on how well I’m doing and then when someone else is giving me recognition you go haywire?!”
“That’s not it Greg!” Nick cried in frustration.
“Then what is it? I thought you said I could do it! I thought you said I had skill! We’re you lying cause it’s a REALLY bad time to bring it up now!”
“I wasn’t lying! You do have skill! But that’s not all it takes to do this job!” At Greg’s look of confusion Nick huffed and if he wasn’t so mad he would have laughed at the growl like sound that escaped his lips, “What does that say?” He asked pointing a finger at the sign above the reception desk.
Greg turned and looked and then looked back at Nick, “Those three words: Mente, Cuerpo, Alma?” Nick said as Greg remained silent, “Are over pretty much every door you’ve passed through for the last six months. They arc over every entrance way at SF. They’re there to remind all of us what’s important in order to do this job. And just so we’re clear they mean: Mind, Body and Soul. You need all THREE in order to be successful in this job. The SECOND one isn’t quite right you crumble.”
“What the fuck are you on about?! I don’t understand!” Greg was angry and confused.
“I’m on about the fact that you’re missing one of them! You’ve got the body and the mind for the job. You can hit any target put in front of you, you can maneuver and executes missions and you can plan them like the best of them! But you’re missing the soul! You go into the field missing that and you will NEVER be able to do your job! It’s almost MORE important then being physically or mentally ready. You have to be able to handle the fact that you’ll be killing a human being; a living breathing human being with a family and a life! If you can’t you’ll freeze up and end up getting yourself killed!” Nick continued exasperated.
“Gah! Nick, don’t you think I know that?! Don’t you think that when I looked down at that picture of Marochovic I wanted to throw up and run home?! I know I may not be ready for the real thing but you know what? I learned a long time ago that you can’t go through life being scared, or angry or wondering if you’re good enough! So if my bosses think I’m good enough then I’m going to give it all I’ve got! Do you know what I really could have used from you? Not that screaming matches and declarations that you don’t think I’m good enough aren’t GREAT!” Greg screamed sarcastically, “I could have used support. I could have used a friend that instead of downing me, made me forget that I’m scared SHITLESS about what I’m going through. Stupid me for thinking that that person could have been you.” Greg scoffed, “So you know what? I’m going to do this and while you’ll be there I don’t want anything to do with you. Regardless of what the bosses may think you’re of no help to me and hold no purpose in my life anymore.”
Greg shook his head with his hands on his hips, laughed humourlessly and then stalked past a silent yet obviously still fuming Nick towards the exit, “Oh and Nick?” He asked as he reached the door. Nick turned his head to the side so Greg could see his profile, “Vaya jódalo. And just so we’re clear, that means ‘Go fuck yourself’!” Greg spat before slamming the door behind him.
TBC
A/N: Let me know what you think:)