So, A LOT of you will recognize the first few chapters of this story. It's old and been on the site for awhile. I hadn't updated in forever- like two years- and got the urge to start this one up again. I've changed it a bit, however there is one big change. Previously, it was Callen/Kensi. Now it will be Deeks/Kensi. Same story line will apply. :) Enjoy!

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It was two a.m. when Callen squinted at the light on his cell phone, the buzzing of the object telling him it was some local number. Who the hell would be calling him at this hour?

"Callen,"

"Uh, yes, Hi..Hello, sir," Callen could tell the woman on the other end hadn't expected the person she was looking for to answer the phone. "My name is Piper Caldwell and I'm a nurse here at Mercy Medical..."

He frowned at that. "Why would you be calling me? I haven't been in to a hospital for a bit and...Why are you calling?" he asked, his brain finally waking up enough to have his brain catch up with his mouth.

"We have a Kensi Blye in our E.R..."

Callen sucked in a breath as the rest of what Piper Caldwell was saying disappeared into thin air. Kensi was at the hospital at two a.m.? In the Emergency Room, no less? What the hell? This had all better be some weird dream, because there was no way that woman would even accept medical help unless it was serious.

"Wait...sorry. Repeat that part about the car, please." His voice took on a business like tone and Callen absorbed every bit of information this time. "Okay... thanks..." Callen slammed his phone shut and glared into the darkness of the room. Maybe sleeping on the couch wasn't such a good idea, since suddenly he felt hollow. He gathered enough sense to know he should be on his way to the hospital and grabbed his phone.

"Do you know what time it is?" Sam's grumpy voice came over the line.

"Nope. I'm just calling at two in the morning for the hell of it,"

"Then you won't mind if I go back to sleep."

"I wouldn't, but Kensi would,"

Callen could almost hear the frown in his friend's voice. "What's Kensi got to do with this?"

"She's been in a hit and run."

"Christ," Sam said. Callen could hear him getting out of the bed and rustling around for what he assumed were clothes. "She gonna be alright, G?"

"They aren't sure... she's been there awhile but it's supposedly bad enough that she was placed in ICU..."

"You can tell Hetty," Sam decided quickly.

"She probably knows already. I'm not Kensi's primary contact." Callen hung up with Sam and dialed Hetty's number.

"Have you called to update me on Ms. Blye?"

"No. I was going to inform you, but you already know."

"Which you knew as well. Either way, formality is nice. Also, I've called in Nathan. It's better to have our own in on this too."

"Do you know something I don't?" Callen asked.

"Only what I had them call and tell you, Mr. Callen." Hetty said. "I expect an update when we know more."

Sam and Nate were waiting for him when he finally made it into the Mercy Medical Emergency waiting room. "Any word?"

"No," Sam replied, getting a frown on his face.

"Then let's see how much weight NCIS holds around here..." Without waiting he went straight to the nurses' desk, flashing his badge. "NCIS Agents Callen and Hanna and our in house Doc, Nathan. We're here to see a patient by the name of Kensi Blye."

The nurse looked at the badge and the three men for a moment before typing a few things into the computer. "Ah.. yes, Ms. Blye, is in ICU. I'm afraid she can't have any visitors at the moment...Agents," she said looking up at them.

Callen quickly lost his patience. "Look, Ms..." he glanced at her hospital ID. "Jesetter, this is a federal investigation. Ms. Blye herself is also and NCIS agent and we must gather any and all forensic evidence from her body and skin while it is still fresh. We'll also need her medical file- copies at least- and the clothes she had on before she was in here. Now would you like to help us or will I need to have Agent Hanna here arrest you for impeding federal investigation?" He wasn't sure where the anger or the bluff came from, he only knew that he wanted to see Kensi and this woman wouldn't let him. Not to mention Hetty would kick his ass, no matter how smurf like she was, if he didn't see Kensi was alright with his own two eyes. The nurse eyed him and he raised one of his own in return. Sam played along and took a step closer, and Callen figured he was trying to hide a smirk.

"She's in room 543," the nurse replied and then pursed her lips. Callen sarcastically saluted her and the three of them headed for the elevator.

"That wasn't very nice," Nate commented once they were out of ear shot and sight of the desk.

"You do what you need to get what you want, Nate," Sam answered.

Nate eyed the man in front of him. "I'll remember that. And speaking of remembering, did anyone call the othe team member? Marty Deeks, right?"

Callen and Sam exchanged a guilty look. "Nope. And I am not the one making that call," Callen said.

"Aw, G, come on now," Sam said.

"You made me call Hetty."

"But we knew she knew already anyway!" Sam's protest fell on deaf ears as they entered the elevator. "Crap man. I do not want to be the one making this call."

Callen patted him sympathetically on the shoulders.