He was frustrated to begin with, so when his phone wakes him up at 4:00 am, he's not such a happy camper. He and Kensi had one of their little disputes, and the gym was closed because apparently some chemicals had spilled and needed to be cleaned up. So basically, the tension was about to hit the roof, and it had taken a while for Deeks to wear himself out with his frustration.
"Hello?" He managed to make himself sound less angry, because frankly the person on the other end of the phone probably wasn't personally and purposefully ruining his night/day. But then again, they were calling at 4:00, so it was a possibility.
"Mr. Deeks,"
Sadly, it takes him a bit to reply because he may or may not have drifted off again, he only responded when Hetty cleared her throat on the other end.
"Yes, Hetty?" He's trying to wake himself up because he knows Hetty wouldn't call at this hour unless it were necessary. But, he can't really find it in himself to get pumped for work.
"Ms. Blye has been in a car accident," that's all it takes for him to be sitting up and listening to what Hetty's saying.
Deeks is good at undercover because he's sharp and can cover himself under high pressure situations without even blinking. He's always articulate, both because he likes to talk, and because it could save his life. So, he immediately makes a question that will cut right to the heart of the matter and give him the answers he needs.
"What?" He's sliding out of bed, pulling on some clothes, while she tells him what happened.
"She's being treated at Pacific Beach Medical, I'll fill you in when you get here." As he hears the line go dead, he shoves the phone into his pocket, grabs his badge, gun, wallet, and keys, and is out the door in less than a minute.
As he swings his car into the parking space, he doesn't even ponder on the fact that it probably looked super bad ass...or really douchey. As he runs up to the entrance, he can't help the shudder that passes through him as he runs past the spot she almost got abducted in, because this is the exact hospital he was taken to when he was shot.
He wishes that he could say he burst through the hospital doors and his gut guided him to where he needed to be, and that he flew into Kensi's room like in the movies. But, of course he ended up getting taken out by a gurney and needing to make sure he hadn't broken something or cracked a rib. By the time he sprinted/limped (splimped? linted?) up to the front desk he was ready to wring someone's neck.
"I'm here for Kensi Blye, which room is she in?" He tapped his fingers against the counter, wondering how the nurse could be so calm at a disastrous time like this. He just wanted to be there with Kensi, but this lady was typing at a speed of a slug.
"I'm sorry sir, I'm not allowed to give out that information." She responded, glancing at the screen once more.
"I'm here for Kensi Blye." He said, harness lacing his tone as he held up his badge for her to see, "which room is she in." Who cares if he seemed like the primo asshole of the world, he needed to get to Kensi.
The nurse stared at him for second, but he just kept the badge there for her to see.
"216 ICU."
He didn't stay long enough for her to say U, because he was already sprinting for the elevators.
"Mr. Deeks." He stopped his sprint towards her room, and spun on his heel to see Hetty sitting in one of the waiting room chairs, looking cool as a cucumber. Hetty patted the empty chair next to herself, and it was one of those rare moments where he wanted to ignore her and do what he wanted.
"Hetty, I need to see her." He can clearly hear the desperation in his voice, and he's literally about to get on his hands and knees a start begging.
"Mr. Deeks, that isn't possible at the moment. Ms. Blye is just getting out of surgery and visitors won't be allowed just yet. Now sit." Hetty gave him a pointed look, clasping her hands together tightly in her lap. Deeks had a feeling she was doing so to prevent herself from strangling him.
"Do we have any news on her condition? What happened?" He felt extremely lost and it was taking all he had not to completely lose it.
"So far we have no received any news on her condition." Hetty took a calming breath, before continuing. Despite the beliefs of her agents, she knew all about their little thing and feelings. "As for the cause of this, Ms. Blye was hit by a car, and sustained critical injuries, another was hit as well, but died on the scene. What your partner needs is for us to cooperate and to let the doctors do their job."
He took a breath, trying to heed her warning and get his head back on, but in all actuality it was pretty much a wasted effort.
"The other driver? Did he or she get injured or anything?" Deeks kept his eyes on the wall, because he knew that if he moved his eyes from that small square inch of space he would probably start to deteriorate.
There was a long silence that hung in the air, almost taunting him.
"The car was an unmarked car, it was a hit a run. The whereabouts of the driver is still unknown."
There was a light click as Deeks' jaw snapped together. He clenched his hands tighter, and he knew that if his nails were longer, he definitely would've broken skin. The stark white walls seemed to slowly be tinging red, and the urge to strike something was rapidly growing. Just as he was about to really lose his temper, before he did something stupid, Hetty's smaller hands covered his clenched one.
"Mr. Deeks." Her commanding tone caused his to snap his gaze to her, and the look she sent him made him begin to force his anger down. "We'll do everything we can and more, you know that."
He unclenched his hands, but grasped his head between them, preventing himself from hitting anything. He ran his hands through his hair, hoping to keep his temper under control, a task that was apparently impossible. One of Hetty's hands came up, and grasped his shoulder tightly, grounding him.
Soon, a larger hand was also patting his back. He lifted his head up for a second to see Sam staring at him with sympathy. He dropped his head back down, because that look just made things worse.
By the time the doctor came out saying they could see Kensi one at a time, he had worked up so much tension, and had so much pent up emotion that he had sprinted into her room just to see her, not even caring if the others wanted to see her first.
When his eyes scanned over her, he nearly had his nervous breakdown right there, he sucked in a sharp breath in surprise. He stumbled forward, and caught the bed railing for balance as he looked over her body. Bandages covered a lot of her, blocking his view from the stitches beneath. Bruises covered almost every surface, and her left leg was elevated, wrapped in a cast. Her arm was gauzed up, and if he had just skimmed over he probably would've thought it was a sleeve. He had to swallow down some pain, and tamp down nausea as he realized the ventilator was present and on, doing its job at keeping her alive, taking the breaths for her.
He collapsed into the chair beside her bed, before tentatively grabbing her hand, afraid to break more of her already broken body.
Sam took a shuddering breath in as he paused outside the door, before squaring his shoulders, putting on a tough facade, and walking in. He planned on being formal, so he could stay put together, but that was quickly halted. The sight of Kensi in such a vulnerable state would've been enough, but the shattered look on Deeks' face as he stared at her, the look of a lost man, was what really hit him hard.
It seems silly that earlier today, he and Kensi had been taking down bad guys, and she had seemed completely untouchable. Obviously that wasn't really the case. For some reason, he couldn't stop thinking of her happy, healthy, strong. Sam had paternal instinct, and it definitely came into play with Kensi, so he was feeling pretty blasted right now. Although, judging by Deeks' state, not as much as he was.
"Hey Deeks, you can go home and get some sleep, I can watch her now." He leaned against the door, crossing his arms over his chest, waiting for the detective to leave.
He frowned as he realized that Deeks wasn't responding, hadn't even given a sign that he comprehended that Sam was there. Frowning, he tried again.
"Deeks, you can leave I'll take over." He pushed himself off the wall, and took a tiny step closer into the room. If he hadn't noticed the slight tightening of Deeks' hand on Kensi's fingertips, he would've thought Deeks had lost all ability of movement.
He stood there for another couple minutes, before realizing that Deeks wasn't going to move just yet. He spun on his heel, deciding that he could be of some use at the mission. He turned his head just in time to see Deeks drop his facade and almost crumble.
Is it pretty creeps that I watched 'Personal' so many times I know the hospital off the top of my head?
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