I KNOW I SHOULD UPDATE MY OTHER STORIES. SEE, THIS HAS BEEN BUGGING ME AND I'M FINALLY GONNA WRITE IT. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK J
DON'T OWN IT.
*THIS WEEK, IF THEY KILL KENSI, YOU WILL HEAR THE BIGGEST RANT SESSION IN THE WORLD J*
Deeks stared in horror as Kensi left the room. The moment played over and over in his head, like it was taunting him:
"Wait I'm not done thinking yet." Then he realized it: "Kensi!" He had yelled. He jumped out of bed, ignoring the blazing pain in his side as he ran as fast as he could to save his partner. He didn't care it was the 4th time. He still wouldn't care when it was the 400th. All he cared about was making sure she was okay. As he came bursting through the doors, all he could do was stop and stare. Kensi was doing a fairly good job of taking out the two men currently grabbing her. Then, a third guy came, and Deeks knew she wouldn't have time to grab her gun and shoot him. What he didn't know, though, was that a fourth guy was on the way, and he grabbed Deeks. In his weakened body, Deeks wasn't able to fight him off. Now, the third guy had Kensi at point blank. There was no way the two could fight them off. Since Deeks' stitches were ripped out, he couldn't do anything but let his captors drag him to the van. Had he had enough energy, Deeks would've smiled as Kensi still tried to fight the guy that had her trapped, even though he had a gun at her head and she knew that there was no escape. Deeks suddenly realized that that would be used against her later, presuming they weren't going to just kill them. Although, why not just shoot them right then and there? Deeks wanted to puke; their captors wanted information. The means of getting it: torture.
PRETTY GOOD, RIGHT? PLEASE REVIEW! J