Author's note: so here it is! this is my first fanfiction ever, and i'm uber nervous to hear what you have to say! I've got a lot planned for this story, but only if you like it!
P.s. i would really like reviews! :)
Disclaimer- i dont any of these characters, just the story!
It was dark. That was the first thing she noticed when she came to. And it was cold. Slowly, painfully, Kensi began noticing other things about her situation. Her hands were tied behind her back. Her knee hurt, and so did her chest. She figured she had at least one broken rib, maybe more. But the worst pain was in her head, a throbbing pain that was driving away any attempt to think normally. After what seemed like hours, the pain in her head was dulled enough to allow a more thorough search of her surroundings. She was in a small room with no windows, and no door that she could see. There was a bucket next to her. By raising her head the tiniest bit, Kensi could see dirty water. So they're planning to keep me alive. Kensi didnt know whether that was good or bad. What the hell happened to me? She remembered screaming, someone hitting her. Then someone holding her, telling her it was going to be ok. Kensi like that memory, liked the voice and the man that went along with it. Deeks she thought. She wanted to go back to that memory, but she found she couldn't. It was like she was watching a movie, and there was no remote. She saw images of violence and pain fly by faster then she could process them. A crime scene full of blood, a child crying, a car crash, and guns. Lots of guns. Disconnected memories came to her like puzzle pieces, only she didn't know what the whole picture was.
"Where is he!" Kensi didn't know who this man was; she had never seen him before. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen any of her tormentors before this night. Lucas she thought. It was always Lucas's fault. She would have smiled, if it weren't for the blood running down the side of her face. "Where is he?" This next question was accompanied by another punch to the face. Kensi's head snapped back hard, and she felt more blood spurt from a new cut on her face. But she absolutely refused to give in to these men. Giving up was an option that Kensi Blye never, ever considered. Her father had taught her that. "I'm sorry; I don't know who you're talking about." The man looked down at her with a cruel, almost excited sneer on his scarred face. "Wrong answer."
The rooftop was peaceful in its solitude, which was exactly the way Kensi liked it. The events of the past few days were, overwhelming to say the least, and she needed a little time to decompress. Alone. But of course he found her there. He was like a master at predicting her moods, and at creating them. With just one comment he could get her angry like nobody else could, but he could just as easily calm her down too. Marty Deeks had brought her emotional walls tumbling down faster than any other man before him, faster than Jack even. And that scares the hell out of her. "Enjoying the view?" Kensi gave him a small smile. "It's not half bad!" She gestured at the glittering Los Angeles landscape spread out before them. "Makes me feel small" Deeks said. Kensi didn't answer, choosing instead to watch the cars drive by underneath her dangling feet. " Are you ok?" he asked, concern softening his electric blue eyes. She sighed. "You know, I really hate that question." Deeks didn't smile. "Seriously Kensi, this has been a lot. I know that I would be all over the place right now." Kensi looked up at him, prepared to deliver a standard I'm fine answer, but the worry showing in his face stopped her. She knew he was asking because he cared about her, and that surprised her. They locked eyes, and then Kensi did something that completely surprised her. She leaned forward and she kissed him.
Slowly, the picture began to form again, and Kensi began to remember what had brought her to this room.