GUYS, PLEASE DON'T COME AFTER ME WITH TORCHES AND PITCH FORKS! I KNOW I HAVEN'T UPDATED MY OTHER STORIES IN A WHILE, BUT I'VE BEEN IN THE HOSPITAL, AND STILL AM. I FINALLY GOT A WI-FI SIGNAL WHEN MY DAD BROUGHT MY LAPTOP FOR ME. SORRY. THIS IDEA CAME INTO MY HEAD, SO I JUST THOUGHT I'D WRITE IT.
DON'T OWN IT
"Kensi, you should really go to the hospital." Callen said as they walked down the pier to get to the car.
"It's nothing. Just a little bump." Kensi said.
"Yeah, but it's a head injury. You were hit pretty hard, Kensi." Callen continued.
"G! I'm fine, okay?" Kensi said as she got into the backseat of the Charger.
"Kensi, you got knocked out. You're going." G said, and called Sam to let him know that he was taking her. They'd need to call Eric for a ride or walk back. Kensi refused to talk to Callen during the drive to the hospital.
"Look, I know you're mad at me. Heck, I'd be mad at me, too, and I think I'm pretty great. But you can't not talk to me forever, Kensi." Callen said. Silence was the only response he got.
"I know shooting Talbot was hard, you know, cause of Jack. I'm sorry about him, Kensi." He said softly.
"What's your point?" Kensi said flatly.
"That you can talk to me. We're all here for you, you know that. Personally, I think I'm the best to talk to because Sam will get all mama bear on you, Deeks will make some joke out of it, and Nate will go psychologist on you. I won't do any of that."
"Deeks would not make a joke! Callen, he saved me from getting blown up. Why don't you just cut him some slack? Sam is starting to warm up to him." Kensi snapped, then took a deep breath.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have snapped." She apologized.
"It's okay. Alright, let's get you in." Callen said as he pulled into a parking space.
"G, I don't want to."
"You can't drive."
"I can shoot." Kensi said, slamming the door.
"Can I confiscate your gun?"
"Not a chance." She said. Callen smiled slightly.
"Can I help you?" The receptionist at the ER said.
"Yeah, he insisted I come because someone hit my head." Kensi explained.
"She got knocked out."
"I did not."
"Kensi, yes, you did." Callen said.
"Well, that's a pretty bad bump you have, dear. Ok, let's get you an examination room." The receptionist said. After Kensi had changed into a gown and provided a urine sample, they waited.
"Are you still mad?" Callen asked.
"A little."
"Why?"
"How would you feel if you didn't want to do something?"
"Well, I can't feel your feelings. I would be mad, I guess."
"Well there you go." She said sarcastically. Just then, a doctor walked in.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Hipe. So, it looks like you have a nasty head injury. I'm just going to ask a few preliminary questions just to help us decide what to do with you." Dr. Hipe said.
"Okay." Kensi said.
"How'd your injury happen?"
"I was hit on a head by a now dead fugitive."
"Okay then. How hard?"
"Hard enough to knock her out. And no one can knock her out." G said.
"G, he's asking me, not you. But yes, he's correct." Kensi said, giving G a fake glare.
"About how long ago did this occur?"
"A few hours ago."
"Ok. Why didn't you come in earlier?"
"We were trying to catch a fugitive." Kensi said.
"Did you apprehend him?"
"Yes. Like I said, he'd dead. Why would that matter?" Kensi said.
"Want to make sure he's not going to come after you."
"What are we going to do with her?" Callen asked, getting impatient.
"Let me finish the examination. On a scale of 1-10, 1 being very little pain, how much pain are you in?" Kensi started to say something, but G cut her off,
"The real answer, Kensi. Not the one you want to say."
"Fine. 7." Kensi said.
"Okay, well I'm going to do an X-Ray and an MRI.
IF YOU WANT ANOTHER CHAPTER, REVIEW PLEASE.