Hey, so I can't stand how they ended the season. I know they need to keep us all on the edge of our seats, but that was just harsh. I wrote this so I would have a creative outlet for my frustration at the writers. This will be a multi-chapter fic so stay tuned.
Disclaimer: If I owned NCIS: LA, I would not be freaking out until September.
From the opposite room, all Sam could focus on was the sound of his teammate's screams of agony. In a sick way, it was helpful, allowing Sam to forget about his own tortured body. As Deek's screams got worse, Sam started to pray. He prayed that Deeks would keep his mouth shut, metaphorically seeing as he currently had the inability to close it. He prayed that they would BOTH get out of that hellhole alive. And he prayed that his team would find them before death became a reward as opposed to a consequence.
Eventually, Sam processed the too long silence and gathered the courage to look up. What he saw scared him more than he would care to admit. Deeks was slumped over, blood dripping from his still open mouth, looking more dead than alive. The only reassurance he provided Sam was the slight rise and fall of his chest, informing Sam that his wife was still safe, and his teammate was still fighting. Not two seconds after this thought crossed his mind; Sidorov came back into Sam's room.
"Your partner is tougher than he appears," Sidorov gloated. "He is either stupid, or loyal. Either one will get him killed."
Sam gulped as the threat sank into his semi-conscious brain. He knew that there wasn't much time left for them.
Kensi quickly took cover as Sidorov's girls started a lead storm. She peaked out and managed to shoot the blond in the chest. The brunette tried to fire back at Kensi, but was met with an empty magazine. Kensi managed to shoot her too in the confusion.
"Michelle!" she called as she made sure the girls were dead.
"Kensi!" The answering scream brought Kensi to the newly broken window. She looked down.
"Hold on," she called down and grimaced at Michelle's answering glare. She looked around for something, anything to lower to Michelle. Finally, her eyes landed on some thick rope. Rushing she tied it to the support beam in the middle of the room, and threw it out the window. Michelle grabbed on and, with Kensi's help, hoisted herself onto solid ground. Breathing a sigh of relief, Kensi updated ops.
"Michelle is safe. Tell Sam he can stop worrying," she slightly mocked.
"About that…," came Eric's hesitant response, "you guys need to get back here. Fast."
"Why?" Kensi demanded.
In the ops room, Eric shared a look with Nell before glancing behind him at Hetty. The little woman stepped forward.
"We've lost contact Mr. Hanna and Mr. Deeks, Ms. Blye."
"Lost contact, what do you mean?" came the frantic reply. Kensi couldn't bring herself to meet Michelle's questioning look.
After another deep breathe, Hetty answered her. "Mr. Hanna was compromised and Mr. Deeks went in as backup."
"And?" Kensi's tone was hard as she tried to cut through the crap her boss was feeding her.
"And we lost contact with them. We are trying to trace them, but nothing has yielded promising results thus far. Get back here Ms. Blye. We need you. Your partner needs you."
At that Kensi was off, dragging a confused Michelle along with her.
"What've we got Eric," Kensi questioned the moment she walked into ops. After filling Michelle in on the status of her husband, the woman had refused to go home. She followed Kensi into ops shooting Eric a glare on top of the one he was receiving from Kensi. He gulped before answering both.
"I've tried to trace their phones, but they're turned off and the batteries were removed."
"There are no traffic cams for a couple blocks from the house but Kaleidoscope is running every vehicle that Sidorov is known to have," Nell added.
Kensi and Michelle exchanged looks. "So basically we've got nothing," Kensi stated bluntly.
"That would be correct," confessed Nell after sharing a look with Eric.
Kensi's feet were on the stairs before she even knew what was happening. With her back pressed to the wall outside the mission, all she thought about was the last time she stood here, worrying over a different partner. This time, though, it was different. Sure, she had been out of her mind with worry over Dom, but Deeks got to her in a different way. She had let him in, and she wasn't ready to let go of him yet.
"While we all need time to process things, Ms. Blye, I think that your time would be better spent doing what you do best," Hetty commented as she stepped out of the mission.
"I can't do it again, Hetty."
"Do what?"
"I can't lose another partner." As Kensi looked up, Hetty saw the true terror in her eyes. She leaned in close so her agent would be sure to hear her.
"Then I suggest you get in there and find him."
I know it's a lot short, but I thought that would be a good place to end. I'll try to make the next chapters longer.
