Hey guys! Trying something a little bit different here. I got a "Bad Things Happen" bingo card from a group on Tumblr (badthingshappenbingo), and I'm using that to help practice writing some whumpy goodness. So I'm going to post here my different drabbles I come up with to fill my card. You should check out my list on my tumblr (mashmaiden) and throw some prompts my way that will help me fill up my card! Any LA character, cuz I need practice! And please let me know what you think!

This was the prompt I got for my "Knife to the throat" space (it may have turned out a little more fluffy than intended...lol): "Oooo! Kensi and Deeks clearing a building, and Kensi is blindsided and trapped by a suspect with a knife to her throat and Deeks coming in to find her. Chaos ensues. I'd be okay with this reversed as well."

As always, if you recognize it, it's not mine!


The warehouse suspected to be owned by the Mexican cartel appeared empty at first glance. This was not the base of operations where the weapons were being kept. Against their better judgment, the pair of partners split up to sweep the empty warehouse for any clues. Just as Deeks finished clearing his side he heard a familiar scream and ran in its direction.

"You! Down on your knees! Make one move and she's done for." Marco, the lead thug they were after, spoke with a heavy accent. The large cartel leader stood behind Kensi, restraining both of Kensi's arms behind her back with one hand, the other holding her father's knife at her neck. Her gun was tucked into his jeans, the rest of her effects, tossed aside, just out of reach.

Deeks dropped to his knees, gun still steady in his grasp. He lowered it as two other men came before him, one pointing his weapon at Deeks, the other at Kensi. He watched Kensi struggle slightly in her captor's grasp, however carefully, knowing how sharp the blade at her throat was.

"You are going to let us leave here, and you're not going to follow us. We're taking her as insurance. Any sign of a tail, and its bye-bye Bonita," he said, miming the knife slicing over her skin. The three men pulled Kensi toward their SUV. "Say adios, chica!" He sheathed her knife and opened the car door.

"Kensi!" Deeks twitched with anxiety. How could she be so calm? "Kensi, don't do it!"

"It'll be okay, Deeks," She looked hard into his eyes, before adding, "Ferris and that stupid saw, the Russians and that damn laser room. I'm not worried, you got this." Kensi took one last moment before giving into her captors, "I loves you."

Deeks stayed on his knees as the SUV drove off, not daring to make a move that would risk Kensi's safety. After the vehicle was out of sight, he began barking orders off to the others.

"Eric, black SUV, no plates, headed West on 87th from my location. Can you track it?"

The response came immediately. "Already on it Deeks. They're driving pretty erratic, but we're trying our best not to lose it! I assume they ditched her electronics?"

"Yeah I've got them here," Deeks said, snatching up Kensi's phone, earwig, and badge the cartel goons had found as they'd searched the agent. He held them protectively to his chest, as if hanging on to the agent herself. He thought over those last moments as he walked to his truck.

He had been surprised by her words, even in intense situations she never liked to reveal their relationship, afraid their suspects could use that information against them. But in that moment, he found solace in those last words echoing in his head. "I love you," she'd said. No, he realized, it was "I loves you." He cracked a smile at his Kensi's cleverness and sprinted toward the truck with a renewed spirit.

He touched his finger to his ear activating his earwig as he started the vehicle. "Eric, Nell, activate tracker Kilo Bravo Lima Uniform Victor Sierra Mike Delta. We're gonna know right where they're taking her!"

"Repeat, Deeks! What is that tracker?" Eric asked, surprised by the request.

Before he could answer, Nell's laughter sounded thru the earpiece. "Really, Shaggy!? KB luvs MD?"

Deeks laughed right along with her, "You got it, Velma. Would you believe me if I said Kens came up with that idea? After the fiasco with Ferris, we got extra trackers just in case, only to be activated if necessary. I forgot about it until I realized Kensi gave me a clue!"

"Okay, we're searching for the signal now. And no, I don't believe you on the name! Wait, you said they searched her for weapons and trackers, how did that one not get found?"

"It just so happens, Nellasaurus, that my ladybird is a bit of a genius. It's tucked into her ponytail, because what bad guy is going to think to dig into her hair? She must have turned it on when she realized they were going to grab her." He chuckled again at the plan's brilliance. "Eric, where am I heading?"

"Okay, I've found the signal. Slowing down, may be stopping, but it's still strong. You're about ten minutes out. Beaming the live tracking to your phone. I have Callen and Sam on the way to meet you with full gear. Let's hope this is the base of operation we've been looking for and we can take these guys down. Good luck Deeks!"

"Thanks guys!" Deeks turned his attention to the GPS on his screen, thankful that his and Kensi's brilliant idea had worked as planned. They were going to bring her home.