Heavy steps rushed down the hall.
Doors were slammed.
„Where is she? I've got to see her!“
Harriett usullay wasn't curious, at least not so obvious.
But the voice was alarming her.
It sounded like Gs.
Though she couldn't imagine him being so upset at all, she left her office and stepped out into the small hall.
The glass door to the entry of the autopsy room was standing open.
Compartement doors were slammed, stretchers were rattling in their rails.
Callen was trying to sleep when he heard his next-door neighbor, Annie, screaming her ex-boyfriend's name. He groaned. "I don't have the energy for this..." he said to himself sleepily. Callen had been throwing up all night and was running a temperature of about 101.4. He thought about just ignoring Annie's screaming. Until it got on his nerves. "I'm calling Deeks." he said. He got out his phone with just enough energy in him and dialed Deeks' number.
Deeks was at the head-quarters when he heard his phone ring. "Hello?" he said. "Deeks, I have a problem." Callen said pretty...
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