AN: I'm in a very dark mood so this story just happened to pop out. I plan to make it a story and not just a one-shot but only if you guys like it. Let me know your thoughts about it. Enjoy ;-)
People say that good days happen when you least expect them.
Sometimes, the days you think that are going to be good, great even, turn out to be just normal. And you feel let down because that one day you looked forward to was nothing but ordinary. You get your hopes down when there's another day coming up after that, another one that is supposed to be great. You already know chances are it won't be that great.
The best days are the ones that seem normal right from the start. You wake up and feel like it's going to be just a normal day. However, every once in a while, you get a pleasant surprise and that day turns out to be better than great. It turns out to be one of those days you will never forget, one of those days you will talk about for the rest of your life.
There's only one problem with that. Same thing happens when it comes to a bad day. They come when you least expect them to. When you think your days is going down on pat, everything shifts and things don't go the way they should, the way you planned them to.
It's frustrating, infuriating and even a bit crazy. The sad part is that those days, the bad ones you don't expect to come, are also the ones that will never leave your mind. Those days are the ones you will also remember forever.
And maybe that's okay.
They say that as long as the good memories are enough to overcome the bad ones, you're good. But you're not. That's just a lie people say to make themselves feel better. Because, every once in a while, something happens that cuts you so deep you will never heal.
Sometimes, you feel like your heart is shattering into a billion of pieces and that not any kind of glue will be able to put it all back together. Those are the days in which you just want to go home, curl in a ball and cry yourself to sleep. Those are the days in which you pray for a better future, even though you don't really believe in God.
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She doesn't know how this happened.
She doesn't know how it happened.
She's a good agent, a great one. Every single assessment she has about her work it's a positive one. Bosses and co-workers have nothing but good things to say about the way Kensi Marie Blye works. And that's a good thing. That makes her want to keep doing her job as well as she has been doing up until now. It would make her father proud, or so she thinks.
But she can't figure out how this happened, or why it happened.
When she wakes up in a foreign room, her clothes scattered all around what looks to be a cheap motel room and her head aching so bad it nearly makes her cry, she can't figure out how she got here.
She gets up as fast as she can and immediately regrets it because the pounding on her head seems to get stronger.
This is not a hangover, she's sure of it. She has dealt with some pretty nasty hangovers but this doesn't feel like it, for some reason.
Kensi manages to steady herself enough to put all her clothes on and grabs her cellphone. She dials a number she knows by heart and waits patiently for him to pick up.
She knows he will pick up. He always does.
She's not sure of how he will react when she tells him that she's in a foreign room in God-knows-where and that her head is about to burst. But that's a problem to deal with later on.
The point is that she knows he will try his best not to lecture her, not to judge her. That's who he is. He's her friend, the one who is always there to hold her hand when she is so scared she can barely breathe.
When his voice comes from the other side, sleepy and confused, she can't help but allow some relief to wash over her.
At least she won't be alone for much longer.
But, as she hears his voice, it hits her like a ton of bricks.
The magnitude of what's happening here takes over her mind.
She's alone in a motel room in what looks to be the bad side of town, her head is aching and she was naked. She has no memory from the night before and it scares her like nothing ever did before. Something is definitely not right and she has the feeling a trip to the hospital might be required.
He seems to sense something is definitely not right and uses his gentler voice to ask her where she is. Kensi whispers the name of the crappy motel and he promises to be there as soon as he can, asking her to remain calm before hanging up the phone.
She sits on the bed and waits.
Five minutes go by without any signs of him.
She gets up and goes to the bathroom to check her appearance on the mirror. Her hair is a mess and her makeup is smudged all over. Her eyes are bright red and she has enough training to know she has been drugged.
God, this can't be happening.
She tries her best to comb her hair with her fingers and cleans all evidences of makeup from her face. She needs to tell him what is happening but doesn't need him to figure it out just by looking at her messy appearance.
Her phone rings after a few minutes and she picks it up. He tells her he's outside, asks her to come down.
Kensi leaves the room as fast as she can and finds him outside, waiting for her.
It seems that her attempt to hide her state while in the bathroom didn't help because he frowns as soon as she gets near.
She knows that look. He wants answers and he wants them now.
"Do you want to tell me why I had to drive to this part of town to come pick you up?"
That does it for her.
She breaks down and cries, something she never does. He gathers her in his arms, figuring that something is really wrong with her.
She doesn't seem to calm down so he makes her lift her head to look him in the eye. It's not much because Kensi is the one they can never read because of that damn wall she keeps around herself. But at least she's looking at him.
It's not much but it is a start.
When he sees her red eyes, not all because of her tears, his worst fears start to come to surface, worrying him more than anything ever did before.
However, despite all that, the first thing her asks her probably doesn't show his concern. It's more about curiosity. "Why didn't you call Deeks?"
Kensi frowns and looks at Callen with a confused look on her face. "Who is Deeks?"
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When Callen calls me that morning, I'm on my way to the beach.
I have the feeling this is going to be a good day. The sun is shining brightly on the sky, I don't have to go to work, the waves are going to be awesome…I have the whole day ahead of me and the tools to make it a good one.
But he tells me he's with Kensi and that they're on their way to the hospital. He tells me that something is wrong with her. He says she has a pretty big bump on her head, her eyes are bright red and she seems to have memory issues.
And I just know this is going to be a bad day.
So I get in my car and drive to the hospital as fast as I can. I probably shouldn't drive this fast but something is wrong with her and I need to be with my partner. I need to be with the woman I'm in love with.
It all happens in a flash.
I'm speeding and I reach a stop sign. I stop because, even though I'm on a hurry to get to her, I don't want to get myself killed in the process.
But the car behind me doesn't stop.
I feel as it hits the back of my car with too much force. The guy was speeding, just like I was.
In my hurry to get to her I forgot my seatbelt and the force is enough to make me fly through the windscreen of my car.
I land on the road, glass and blood all over me.
I hear people screaming on the street and a faint siren just before I black out.
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Should I continue?
Love,
Sarah