A/N: Okay, after watching the NCIS: Los Angeles season finally I had so many emotions I decided I couldn't handle waiting till September/October so I wrote my own version of what happens after "to be continued". If you hadn't guessed yet, this contains spoilers for the season finale and some references to things that happened in episode before that. As River Song would put so nicely "Spoilers". The characters are being tortured, if not physically, then mentally. So this can be a bit dark. I'm planning on making this a three episode story, so a short story.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA
Pain. Hot searing pain. Pain that makes your vision go white even though your eyes are closed. He heard someone scream, it was an ear piercing, bone shattering, terrifying scream. It took him a while to realize it was coming from his own mouth. He had his eyes shut tight. The blue hidden by one normal and one swollen eyelid. The sound of the drill stopped, his iron jaw thing was removed, Deeks hair was let go off and his chin hit his chest, sending another shot of pain through his body. It took a lot of will power to lift up his head. Finally opening his eyes again he sought Sam. He needed to see someone he knew. He spit out some blood. Almost hitting the designer shoes of his torturer. If only he had a slight better aim.
He had gotten used to pain when he was a kid. He learned to take is fathers punches and kicks. Block out the pain. Let your mind drift to a better, nicer place. A beach of some sorts. But this was a whole new level of agony. His eyes found his temporary partner. The man who had been an ass to him from the moment he started at NCIS. Sure, he knew that they would be like this until he'd proven himself. Kensi had stopped, of course if you ignore their friendly/flirty banter. Callen had taken a bit longer, but after he joined them in Romania to save Hetty he had gotten much friendlier. But not Sam. Sam had continued to give him crap even though he had proven himself ten times over. He'd even called him out on it. Hell Sam had basically told him it was his personality that annoyed him.
And yet here he was, getting tortured to protect Sam's wife. He'd jumped into the pool, unarmed and outnumbered to save him. He'd known that even if he could get the big guy out of the pool they would still be in a lot of trouble. He still did it. He looked Sam straight in the eye. He could tell it was hurting Sam to see him like this. He managed a smile. Well a half smile, how do they call it? Crooked? Yeah crooked smile that sounds about right. 'Is it save to move the weapons?' the man in the fancy shoes asked him. Instead of answering he turned to the guy with the drill. 'You're the reason people are afraid of dentists aren't you?' Deeks mumbled. the guy lashed out and hit him in his already painful jaw. He managed to keep in his scream. He wasn't stupid, he'd heard the criminal call him "the weak one". He was determined to prove him wrong.
Kensi would tell him to shut up, keep his big mouth shut. Kensi. Damn. If he died here she would kill him. He'd promised her. "Promise me you won't do that." She had said to him. He'd asked her what she meant. "Get yourself killed." He had wanted to make a joke but Kensi had told him she was serious. So he promised. And now he was in this situation, getting dangerously close to breaking that promise already. He hadn't answered the man's question again, so his head was pulled back again. But he hardly noticed. The pain had never left even though the drill had been removed from his mouth. The only thing the sound starting again did to him was, make a shot of adrenaline and fear shoot through his body.
He couldn't give in to the pain. He had to keep his mind distracted from the pain. Kensi. She was his only hope right now. Her insane laugh. Her weird eye. Her love for food. The way she fights. When she tries to be cool and act like a surfer and fails miserably. When they were undercover and she took him completely by surprise and kissed him. The way he can make her laugh even when she's angry with him. His lips, that were now bloody and starting to crack, on hers just a few hours ago. Or was it days? He had no idea anymore. He's lost all sense of time, it seemed like such a ridiculous thing. There was just pain, questions, more pain and more questions.
The drilling stopped but the pain stayed. It became heavier. His mind went foggy. Like the time he was shot. Black spots danced in front of his eyes. The dude had drilled to far this time. He could feel his consciousness slip away slowly. The last thing he saw was Sam mouthing something at him. With his last bit of strength he figured it out. "Stay strong.". He closed his eyes, his vision being the first thing to give up. He heard the voice of his captor. East European accent. Siderov. 'I told you to stop, now he's passing out.' He almost smiled. His body was not supposed to be pushed so far it went into self-protection modus and shut down. Well his creepy horror movie dentist had failed at that point. Instead of fighting it, he embraced the darkness.
A/N: Let me hear what you think of the story and the season finale, share your feels with me! Review!