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"He's not going to be here." Kensi murmured at his side, running her fingers over the inside of her elbow anxiously and pursing her lips.
"I know." Deeks nodded, cocking his head back to glance at his partner. "But maybe something here will explain why he was here, or where he's going."
Nodding, she let her hand drop back her side, moving forward with renewed vigor. "You're right. If he really was here, we've gotta know why."
Smiling to her back, Deeks tipped over a rusty aluminum can with the toe of his boot, watching a few cigarette butts fall to the ground. "I'm worried about Sam."
Turning with an expression filled with hidden emotions, Kensi sighed, her finger knotting in the hem of her striped shirt. "I know."
"He's-" Hesitating, he lifted a hand, carding his fingers through his blonde curls. "Watching your partner - watching them just be gone, Kens." Shaking his head, he dropped his eyes from hers. "You have no idea if they're safe, alive, and it - it's wrong."
Her own dark eyes falling to the cracked, dusty pavement of the alley they stood in, Kensi winced as memories of barren cold landscapes, being huddled in a small cave, terrified as she heard voices approaching her, and the sharp pain of repeated blows landing on her face came flooding back to her, filling her mind with pain that she normally was able to hold back, stave off with murmurs of 'I'm fine' and the warm pressure of Deeks' arms around her; the only one she trusted enough to see her vulnerability and still believe in her strength.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice cracking as she grasped at the side of a dumpster, not finding it within herself to give a damn about the filth coating it.
"Kens?" His voice was right by her side, filled with concern and weariness as he gently took her elbow in his palm, pulling her towards him.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled again, her tear covered eyes lifting to meet his. "I left, I was going to die and I knew it. I didn't - didn't think, didn't even give you an explanation."
"Kens.." He murmured under his breath, as if her name was all he remembered to say as he tugged her closer, pressing her cheek to his chest. "You didn't - you didn't. And it's okay, you didn't know anything."
"I knewn that it was a suicide mission!" She snapped back, slapping his chest with her palms and curling her fingers in the material of his dark tee shirt. "I knew that it was stupid, I knew that I'd probably never see you again. And I went."
Shaking his head, Deeks pressed his palm to the small of her back, ignoring the pain welling up in his chest; the bitter memories her broken words called back. "I'm not gonna say it's okay, Kens. Because it's not, but it's over. And you're safe, and you're here. That's what matters to me."
She sniffled against him, tightening her hold on his shirt and leaning forward to rest her forehead on his chest. "I'm still - still sorry, Deeks. I promise I-"
"I know, me too." He stopped her vow, dropping his head to lightly kiss her hair and squeezing her back tightly. "Let's find him."
Huffing through her nose, Kensi pulled back, using her thumb nail to brush a few tears away. "Thank you."
"It's okay," he insisted, releasing her and offering up a small smile. "I love you, Kens."
She nodded sharply, wiping at her eyes again before meeting his. "I love you too."
"Good." He reached out, squeezing her shoulder. "It'll all be fine, and we'll find him. We always do."