Just a teeny tiny post finale drabble from Kensi's perspective to try to get me writing again. My other story Dreams that Haunt is still going and I will finish I am trying to get back writing. To anyone reading that I'm sorry its been so long, my Mum died and I've just not been writing, hopefully this helps get me back on track and I really appreciate the patience of anyone sticking with the story. Hope you enjoy xx

The madness was over. The adrenaline died down. Everyone was accounted for, safe, and the bad guys where they belonged, dead or behind bars. There was that particular kind of quiet that is only so noticeable after coming so close to losing everything, the kind of quiet that lets you catch your breath and start to process.

People had come and gone, a blur of faces and kind words, now the only noises other than the everyday sounds of a hospital room was the deep even breathing of the man in the bed beside her chair. The sound calmed her and allowed her to feel like she could breathe as well.

She was glad he was sleeping now, she hoped his sleep was dreamless, she doubted it though, not after what he'd been through. Maybe the drugs will allow peaceful rest, the thought to herself. Remembering the details they'd heard from Sam and her mind flashed back to when she'd found him, bloody and unconscious, tied to a chair, she pulled in a shaking breath. Silently she berated herself to pull it together, her partner needed her to be strong.

The last 24 hours had been a complete whirlwind of emotion, good and bad, now she was left confused and at a complete loss of where to even start.

Time, isn't that what people say heals? Not exactly the case in her experience but it does at least usually offer some perspective. So time, she decided, I'll give it time, give him time and just be here.